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
“Well, that was a commendable entrance, little mouse. Do you like the attention?” A haunting melody begins, low and deliberate, as I turn her around to face me. My hands move to her waist, possessive, as I press her tightly against me. Her body is stiff, almost trembling. That tightly packed ass brushes against my front, and a smirk plays on my lips. I trace my fingers down her arms with deliberate slowness, savoring the way her breath catches. Cold, clammy hands meet mine as I interlock our fingers. I begin to sway us in time with the music, my question hanging in the air like a noose waiting to tighten. “No,” she stammers. “I hate it. The men are looking at me like I’m a piece of meat.” Her honesty cuts through my thoughts like a knife, but instead of anger, a low chuckle rumbles from deep within my chest. The sound is foreign, even to me—unnatural and chilling. It draws a dead silence from the room. Killain King doesn’t entertain jest. The only time I smile is when I’m p
Killain’s POVMore.Deeper.Mine.The words ricochet in my skull as Ragnar sinks his canines deeper, his jaw locked, his body trembling with something more than just possession. A primal urge—dark, twisted, insatiable—breeds in his bones.He's never been this way before. He despises she-wolves. Their scents repulse him, their touch is filth.Especially after her.But this one?He’s different with her. His rage is not just rage—it’s something sick, possessive, obsessive. And I know why. That sight. That fucking sight.Her, helpless beneath those vermin. Their filthy, lecherous eyes eating her up like prey.She was supposed to be mine.Not theirs. Not anyone else’s. Mine.So I let Ragnar have his way. Let him claim her in the only way that matters. Let him ruin her so she remembers who she belongs to.But then—She goes still.Her white fur, once untouched, is now tainted. Blood-red. Her body limp.I feel the first twinge of something unpleasant crawl into my gut."Ragnar, enough."A de
I didn’t get the chance to shift.Because death came first.A shadow tore through the trees, a blur of darkness moving faster than thought, faster than fear itself.The rogues barely had time to react.One moment, they were leering, salivating, circling me like scavengers—The next, their bodies were flying.Ripped apart.Slaughtered.I couldn’t even track his movements. He was lightning, striking without warning, without mercy. Teeth sank into flesh, bones cracked, blood splattered. My white fur turned crimson, warm and wet, soaked in the remnants of his violence.A sickening crunch.A howl cut short.Then—silence.I gasped, my breath ragged, my body trembling.The scent of death curled thick in the air.And above me, standing tall,his massive black frame blocking out the moon—Was him.The black wolf.Power coiled through every muscle, a force too deadly to be restrained. His paws crushed the earth beneath them, his jet black fur glistening with the blood of those he had just ended.
Eve’s POV I don’t know how long Luna has been running. Hours probably? Time had blurred into nothing and the sound of her ragged breaths and the violent pounding of her paws against the earth was the only sound I have been hearing. The cold night air burned in our lungs, each inhale sharp, each exhale heavier than the last. She ran without looking back. Through rivers, across borders, past territories I didn’t recognize. It didn’t matter. Nothing mattered except putting as much distance between us and him. I knew there was no escape from him. He will find us eventually. But Luna didn’t know that. She was naive, like I was earlier. She didn’t wanted to give up without a fight. I admire her bravery. Her will. But in the past few weeks, I have realised that when it comes to Kill. All these things feel too minuscule. We were nothing in front of him. Harsh , but it’s real. He can crush someone like me within seconds without feeling a beat of pity. Even kill me, i
“Don’t say that, Eve. You are beautiful inside and out. Believe me." Her voice echoed in my mind, soft yet certain. My eyes burned. This was the first time someone had ever called me beautiful. My own wolf. "Thank you, Luna. Do you want to take control?" Silence. She didn’t agree right away. My brows furrowed. Why? And then I saw the reason. Him. Something flickered in Killain’s gaze. A moment. Barely a second. Something unreadable, something dark. Then, just as quickly, it was gone. He rose to his feet, movements slow, deliberate, calculated. A predator taking his time. I tried to stand, my legs buckling beneath me, my new form still foreign. The ground tilted, breath unsteady, and then—Killain was there. Boots crunching against the dirt to stop in front of me. The scent of smoke clinging to him. His silver eyes were molten steel. Angry. I didn’t even do anything. Why the hell were his boxers always in a twist? Wait. Did he even wear boxers— A rough h
The next entire day was wasted with just one feeling.Dread.It was evening. The night was thick with the scent of sweat and earth, the air thrumming with the raw energy of testosterones as I step towards the training grounds. Vast open area sprawled before me with a sea of shifting shadows beneath the cold moonlight. Men—bare, gleaming, their bodies slick with exertion—moved in violent unison, grunts and growls blending with the rhythmic crunch of feet against dirt.And at the center of it all, towering and immovable like a god of war, stood Killain.“ Again! Faster!”His voice was a whip, sharp and merciless, lashing through the night. Every command was met with immediate obedience, every syllable dragging submission from those before him. The men flinched under his gaze, muscles coiling in tense reverence and I was not immune to him.Gulping, I forced my feet forward, each step heavier than the last. The clock had struck eight. I would not be late. I could not afford those stup
I hurried down the halls, each step a frantic whisper against the marble, my breath shallow, uneven. My pulse hammered, thrumming in my ears as I reached my chambers and shoved the door closed behind me. The lock clicked into place, and I sagged against the wood, pressing my forehead against its cool surface. A shuddering breath left my lips.I was safe.I was back.No one knew.Zane.I swallowed hard, clenching my hands into fists. His name was a brand in my mind, seared into my very being. The ghost of his touch still lingered, scorching and sweet, a temptation I should have never given into.A mistake.A beautiful, intoxicating mistake.My fingers moved up before I could stop them, grazing my lips—still swollen from his kiss. A sharp exhale left me as my chest heaved, torn in two. My heart and mind waged war, brutal and unrelenting.It felt so right.Yet so wrong.I should forget him.But how could I, when his touch still clung to my skin like a whispered sin? When my body trembled
We both continue to stare at each other, as if struck by the brutal hand of fate itself.I can hear my own heartbeat hammering in my ears. Then, a voice.His voice."Mate?"The single word ignites something inside me—something that had been long dead. Something I’ve never felt before.My wolf.She growls in my mind, a sound of unfiltered happiness, of longing fulfilled. A surge of something raw and overwhelming rushes through my veins, making my knees tremble.No.This can’t be happening.Mate.I never thought I’d be gifted with one. Never dared to dream of it. And yet, there he stands—handsome, powerful, wealthy. Everything a girl could ever wish for. Everything I was never meant to have.My breath catches as he moves.Deliberate. Unhurried. As if he has all the time in the world to reach me.And the world holds its breath. The chaos around us fades into nothingness. Every eye is on us, watching the cruel, inescapable design of fate unfold before them.One step.Two.His eyes do not
Eve’s POVThe night air was damp with the lingering scent of rain as I moved through the shadows, every step careful, every breath controlled. My heart pounded against my ribs, a wild, erratic rhythm as I watched over my shoulder again and again.No one was following me. I sneaked out from the castle without a trace.The realisation made a deep sigh leave my lips.But a strange nagging stayed in my chest. Something doesn’t feel right. It somehow seemed too easy to escape the most guarded place in the world.I was over thinking.Shrugging my shoulders, I look ahead and the crumbling structure at the edge of the city enters my vision.It was barely standing, but to those inside, it was home.Just like it was for me.I may have become the Queen of the werewolves. Wife of the Werewolf King of kings. But this was still my home.Something I could call my own.Slipping through the broken doorway, I barely had time to take in the familiar, dimly lit room before a cry rang out."Eve!"Before I
Average human reflex is 250 milliseconds.For werewolves, it’s around 100.But with him, it was even faster.Before I could even react to his words, my chest was slammed against the wall, my hands pinned above my head. The silence between us hums, thick with tension, the only sound audible being the relentless drum of my heartbeat.My cheek presses against the cold wall, and I can feel his presence hovering behind me—an oppressive weight that leaves no room for defiance. Damn it. This is getting worse."I’m telling you, I’m not lying—""Shhh. Another word, little mouse, and I won’t mind shutting your pretty little mouth like last time."Memories of his thumb forcing my mouth open flicker through my mind, making my body freeze. I bite my lip to swallow the words I almost foolishly let slip.Damn it!It was a threat, yet why does it knot my stomach and wet the space between my thighs?The air crackles between us, charged like the storm outside. That’s when I feel his fingertips ghost ov