Tick. Tick. The sound of the clock reverberated in the suffocating silence, each second a hammer against my chest. My eyes flitted to Killian. He sat, motionless yet terrifying, his broad shoulders tense, his jaw clenched so tightly I thought it might crack. The pen in his hand groaned in protest, his fingers a vice around it. His patience was unraveling. “Get down,” he said, his voice low, guttural—almost a growl. It wasn’t a request. It was an order. I hesitated, my gaze darting to Bane. The massive beast stood there, muscles taut, his black eyes gleaming like liquid night. “But he—” “I said get your ass down, little mouse. Now.” The words cut through me, sharp and final. My stomach twisted, and I swallowed hard. Okay. I can do this. One step at a time. I slid off the desk hesitantly, my bare feet brushing against the cold floor. Bane’s growl deepened, a rumble that vibrated through the room. His eyes never left me, the predator locked on its prey. I flinched as my dress
I could clearly see what he meant by customization because the terms written in front of me weren’t anything you’d expect to find on a paper meant to bind two souls for lifetimes. Instead, they read more like a set of commands—a list of demands etched in ink, cold and final. … Contract of Union This document serves as the binding agreement between Party A (the bride) and Party B (the Alpha King). Both parties acknowledge that this union is not founded on affection, love, or partnership but on duty, necessity, and control. Terms of Agreement 1. Party A’s Obligations 1.1 Absolute Obedience: Party A will comply with every command issued by Party B without hesitation, refusal, or question. Resistance will result in immediate disciplinary action, the severity of which is determined solely by Party B. 1.2 Restricted Freedom: Party A may not leave the castle grounds or interact with anyone not pre-approved by Party B. Any attempt to defy this will result in severe conseque
Killian’s POV Being the Alpha King comes with its own burdens. My authority extends beyond trivial disputes like thefts and border skirmishes—I oversee the monetary budgets of all 236 werewolf packs scattered across the world. I dictate alliances, settle wars before they even begin, and pass judgment with a single command. I don’t have time for distractions. My days are regimented, each minute accounted for. There’s no room for delays. No space for indulgences. Yet here I am. Sitting back, watching a woman kneel before me. She’s… interesting. Not in the usual way women are—cloying, desperate to claw their way into my bed for status or power. No, she’s different. I like when people cower before me, when fear drips from their trembling forms, feeding the beast within. But her? Don’t mistake her bowed head for submission. Her eyes, though lowered, hold fire. If not for her friend, Lilly, she would be glaring at me outright. My gaze drops to her hands, balled into fists
Killian’s POVThe scent of ink and aged leather filled the room as I leaned back, fingers grazing the cool surface of the polished desk. Across from me, Alpha Kane sat with his Beta and Third-in-Command, their sharp gazes locked onto mine."Your Highness," Kane began, his voice deep and measured. "The border patrols have reported increased rogue activity near our eastern perimeter. A few skirmishes already, but nothing major—yet. If we don’t act now, it could turn into a full-blown invasion."I drummed my fingers against the desk, processing his words. "How many casualties?"Kane exhaled sharply. "Four dead. Two missing. My men are holding their ground, but it’s clear these bastards are testing us. If they push harder, we’ll need reinforcements."Rogues. Filthy, unclaimed mutts with no allegiance, no pack, no order. Their only instinct was survival, and in their desperation, they threatened the balance I had spent years establishing.I had always eliminated them at first sight, ho
Kane was still talking, something about tracking rogue movements, about needing scouts along the riverbanks, but his voice was just a hum in the background. My focus was shot, my attention stolen by the woman who had the audacity to fall asleep against me, the werewolf King. The strongest and most powerful man in this world. People quiver in my presence, piss their pants at my one command and she is sleeping without a care of this world? How? Did I act soft with her? Am I missing something? Why isn’t she scared of me? I let my fingers trail lower, brushing the nape of her neck. She shivered. A tiny gasp left her lips, but she didn’t wake. Her body curled in tighter, pressing closer, and fuck if that didn’t send a sharp pulse of need straight to my core. The urge to grip her, to fist her hair and make her fully aware of what she was doing to me, was unbearable. My free hand clenched into a fist. Control. I was always in control. But this little mouse was testing it. Testi
Eve’s POV I stirred awake slowly, my senses groggy and sluggish, as if I had been submerged in a murky haze. The first thing I noticed was the warmth beneath my cheek—solid, firm—and then the dampness at the corner of my lips. My mind froze as realization dawned. A cro- A man’s that was right in front of me. My breath hitched, my eyes widened, and panic unfurled in my chest like a viper poised to strike. The memories hit me like a truck. My torn dress, the approaching guests, the frantic search for a hideout—only to drop under his table, entrapping myself in the little space right between his legs. I had waited for so long. My body was sore, my stomach protesting in hunger. Their business talks had gone on forever. And before I knew it, I had drifted into a deep sleep. It’s a strange power I possess. There were times when I had to sleep on footpaths on chilly nights, with just my shawl covering me. Since then, I’ve been able to sleep anywhere. Yet, not in my wildest dreams
The tang of blood filled my mouth almost immediately, metallic and bitter. I expected him to yank his hand back, to curse or react in pain. But he didn’t. Instead, his thumb pressed deeper, the motion deliberate, almost punishing.Fuck!I gagged, my throat convulsing as his blood coated my tongue, metallic and vile. Tears burned at the corners of my eyes, but the sight of him didn’t waver. If anything, his lips curled, and his eyes gleamed with predatory amusement—a wolf savoring his prey’s final thrashes.“That’s more like it,” he rasped, his voice low and serrated, each word slicing into me like a blade. His thumb pressed further into my mouth, forcing me to taste more of him, drowning me in the coppery tang of humiliation.I couldn’t breathe.My lungs clenched in protest, screaming for air as I twisted and writhed beneath him. A feral panic ignited inside me, but before I could pull away, his legs coiled around me, his thighs like steel cables pinning my arms.It wasn’t a hold.
Killain’s POV The hall was packed, brimming with eyes filled with curiosity, suspicion, and hunger. They all wanted a glimpse of her—the woman I had chosen to be my wife. The woman they never saw coming. My reputation preceded me, cold as the winter night, infamous for rejecting alpha daughters with barely a glance, breaking alliances without care, and leaving countless hopefuls in ruins. Yet, here I stood, married. And to her. The crowd buzzed with unspoken questions. Who was she? Why her? What did I see in her? Of all the she-wolves paraded before me, why this little shadow of a girl? After years of dismissing every offering, even the desperate daughters of alphas, I’d chosen her. And I relished their confusion. Let them choke on it. Their opinions meant nothing to me. Approval? I didn’t need it. Respect? I’d take it by force, as I always had. I was married now, and no one—no council, no rogue whispers, no prying eyes—could challenge me. With this union, the nagging abo
Eve’s POVThe party is in full swing. I watch from the window, the glow of lanterns and flickering torches illuminating the figures below.Music pulses through the air, mingling with the scent of liquor and sweat.Countless Alphas, walk around , drinking, laughing, indulging in whatever pleasures the night offers. However all I could look at, was him. Standing in a corner with a glass in his hands, his aura and stature was easily distinguishable . Alphas try to grab his attention, flocking around him, for favours and prestige, while he barely spoke even a word to anyone.His lips stay pressed in a line as he stares at the liquid in his hands.Barely humming to them in reply.I couldn’t help but look at him.And for a second it looked like the entire world has vanished in front of him.His shoulders were broad, taut in that tuxedo. The top button of his shirt was open, giving a glimpse of those corded veins running up his thick neck. His jet black hair was perfectly combed back, sho
I swallow thickly, my throat tightening as I watch him pull his plate toward me. A silent command. An unyielding demand. He expects me to eat.I sigh, knowing it’s useless to argue with this man.“Fine. Leave me at least.”His grip doesn’t loosen.“You lost that privilege when I asked you the first time like a gentleman,” he murmurs, voice smooth but edged with warning. “This is exactly where you eat now.”My fists clench beneath the table.This controlling brute.I reach for my fork, determined to reclaim even the smallest sliver of control, but before I can grasp it, he snatches it from my fingers and hurls it aside. It clatters against the floor with a sharp metallic ring.“What the hell—”Before I can finish, he presses his own fork into my fingers—the same fork he ate with.“You eat with this.”What twisted game is he playing now? Why does it have to be his fork? His presence coils around me like smoke, suffocating and inescapable. I bite back my protests, unwilling to give him t
Eve’s POVI hate him.I hate this man with everything inside me.How dare he… But then, was it really his fault? Was it his fault that I was… that my body was so unappealing? God, what am I thinking? He should have known. He should have realized it when he signed that contract. It was his fault for expecting better.Couldn’t he see? Couldn’t he tell that I wasn’t like those princesses with full curves and soft, delicate beauty?I was thin—too thin, maybe. With my bones protruding and my skin stretched over them like parchment.Damn him.Let him rot in hell.At least I was alive. At least I was surviving. After the life I’d had, beauty was a luxury, and curves? A privilege. When you struggle to fill your stomach, you don’t get to worry about filling out a dress.I curled into myself, pressing my cheek into my palm. The other arm wrapped around my torso as if I could hold myself together. My throat was dry, my limbs cold despite the blanket I had pulled tightly around me. His abs
Eve’s POVForeign.That’s how I felt in my own body.This sensation. This unbearable heat pooling in my stomach, the twisting knots of anticipation and dread. No one had ever made me feel like this before. No one had ever made me this aware of myself—of my body—like a caged animal, both yearning and terrified of release.I thrashed, instinct and fear warring inside me, but his hands were unyielding. Massive palms gripped my thighs and wrenched them apart, pinning me open like I was his possession to inspect. To claim.Hot breath ghosted over my core, and panic struck like a whip, slicing through the haze of my confusion.“No, wait—!”The apple he’d stuffed between my lips muffled my plea, juices spilling onto my tongue, trickling down my chin like some perverse offering.I spat it out, breath heaving, desperation clawing at my throat. “Stop!”His head snapped up, irritation flashing in those ruthless, steel-colored eyes. “What now, little mouse?”Time. I needed time. But how did I ask
I bite my lip and fumble through the clothes in my wardrobe, my fingers trailing over the brilliant colors and luxurious fabrics. Red, pink, blue. Silk, satin.What did he mean by accessible?I have no idea.What do women usually wear on their first night?Not that I would know. My entire life had been spent in the same tattered clothes, one of which was my favorite shawl. I pull out a pink pajama set, soft satin with delicate lace hemming.This looks decent. It’ll cover most of my skin…Agh! What am I thinking? He’s going to rip them off anyway. How else would he take me?Now that he’s fulfilled his part of the deal—bringing Lilly back—I have to keep mine.My cheeks flare just imagining it, and I pat my palms against my face. No need to make a big deal out of this. It’s just sex, right? Women do it all the time, some just for pleasure. It doesn’t have to mean anything.Lilly told me about one-night stands.One night. That’s all this would be.My thoughts wander to her, picturing her
Eve’s POV I paced outside John’s door, nerves frayed, patience thin. Damn him. So what if he’s her mate? That didn’t mean he could shut me out. I just needed to see her. Just once. Left with no other option, I pressed my eye against the small crack in the wooden door. Nothing. I adjusted, trying harder— Damn it! I could see nothing. Considering how feral and angry Beta John looked, what if… what if he hurt her? No. I needed to think of something else. My gaze flicked to the window outside, directly above me. The Beta’s room was on the second floor. Think, think, think. That’s when I saw it—the pipe running up the stone wall. Perfect! I sneaked out of the castle , evading through the guards and without another thought, I grabbed onto the pipe and hauled myself up, my muscles burned as I pushed my body higher. The rough metal dug into my palms, but I ignored it, determination pushing me forward. One last pull, and I reached the window’s edge. My breath came in short burst
Eve’s POVSilence.A deadly, suffocating silence.No one dared to speak. No one even breathed as all eyes locked on the figure cradled in Beta John’s arms.My heart lurched, my gaze trailing over the woman wrapped in his jacket. She trembled violently, her small frame curled into him, face buried against his chest as if the world itself was too much to bear.Lilly.A cold dread coiled in my stomach.Lilly…I rushed forward, my hands reaching for her, desperate to see her face. “Lilly, it’s me! Look at me!”She flinched.Not just flinched. She clung tighter to John, her fingers gripping his shirt like it was the only thing keeping her together.Pain stabbed through my chest. Why wouldn’t she look at me?What’s wrong with her?Did those men…Before I could touch her, a deep, warning growl rumbled through the room.John.I froze.His stance was rigid, his body wound like a predator protecting its prey. His darkened eyes locked onto mine, flashing with an unspoken threat.“Step back.”I b
The stone hall echoed with each step as the maids led me through the towering corridors. Their whispers were hushed, their gazes cautious, but I paid them no mind. My thoughts swirled like a tempest, thick with last night’s storm—the cold seeping into my bones, the wind clawing at my skin. My body was still adjusting to the warmth inside.I clenched my fists, shaking off the damp chill that still lingered. The grand doors of the courtroom loomed ahead, two guards stepping aside as they pulled them open.A sea of faces turned toward me. The nobles, the warriors, the council. And in the center, stood two familiar figures—Charlote and Helen.I stopped short.The very same women who had sneered at me, mocked me, disrespected me… and yet they were here, bound by silence, awaiting judgment.I should have expected this. Yet, I was not prepared for the sheer weight of it.My lips parted to speak, to remind them I would not—would never—apologize, but then… I felt it.A presence.He sat on the
White.Plain. Simple. The most unremarkable thing I’ve ever seen.And yet the scent on them—My fingers tighten around the fabric. My jaw clenches. My mind blurs.Mine.The word slams into me with a force that shouldn’t be possible. My wolf hits on my walls.What the fuck am I doing?I look like a pervert.I drop them like they’ve burned me, raking a hand through my hair. A growl curls in my throat, low and guttural. Shoving the thoughts aside, I strip down and step into the shower, letting the scalding water bite into my skin.By the time I step out, the haze has dulled, but the irritation lingers.I pull on a pair of boxers and return to the bedroom.She’s still where I left her. Small. Vulnerable. Sleeping soundly in my bed.I lay on my side and suddenly remember why she is doing this. I mindlink John.“Beta. Any news?”Silence.“John?”His voice finally comes through, strained. “Y-yes, Alpha. I got her. I…”Something’s wrong.My fingers twitch. “What happened?”More silence. Then,