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Scorned: The Rebirth of Kaidaira WHERE WERE WE?
Kaidaira's POVI couldn't refute the King's command. Disobedience would be treason. Now, I was seated right next to Thane at a grand dinner among chiefs and elders. My heart pounded uncontrollably in my chest as I recalled his last words just before we entered the hall.“Remember, this is a test. Fail me, Kaidaira, and I’ll kill you myself.” His husky voice filled my hearing sense as he whispered low, and close into my ears, making the hair at the back of my neck stand in response.I tried my best to maintain my composure, focusing on the task at hand. My role tonight was just to appear as nothing more than a meek, obedient girl—beautiful enough to distract his uncle, and lead him to his damnation. According to Thane, his uncle had returned to the kingdom after he had gone for many years, claiming the throne as his birthright. Thane could have killed him by himself, of course, but a bold murder of royal blood would definitely stir whispers, maybe even rebellion amongst the chieftains.
Last Updated : 2024-11-21Scorned: The Rebirth of Kaidaira PREMIUM SHEGE
KAIDAIRA’S POV As I knelt before Thane, his gaze held mine with an unnerving intensity. The air thickened, heavy with unspoken commands. His voice, low and husky, sent shivers down my spine. "I want you to pleasure me, Kaidaira." The words echoed through me, awakening a tremble in my legs. I felt the cool marble beneath my knees as I sank down, my heart racing with anticipation and fear. Thane's eyes never left mine, his pupils dilating as he stepped closer. His fingers traced the curve of my jaw, sending sparks through my skin. "I want you to pleasure me," he whispered, his breath dancing across my ear. The command was laced with danger, yet irresistible. My mind reeled, but my body responded, heat pooling in my core. He pull. His eyes burned with desire, and I knew I was trapped. My hands trembled as I reached out, my fingers brushing against the warm skin of his thighs. The velvet softness of his tip teased my fingertips, and I felt his indrawn breath. "Look at me," Tha
Last Updated : 2024-11-25Scorned: The Rebirth of Kaidaira Emberwolves
Kaidaira's POV"What is going on here?" Thane growled, his voice low and menacing. Calantha's eyes flashed with defiance, but Thane's glare silenced her. He took in the sight of me, hanging limply from the chains, and his expression darkened. His eyes burned with fury.Calantha attempted to defend herself, her voice shrill and petulant. "I'm teaching her.. her place," she spat, but Thane's anger only intensified.Thane's gaze fell upon me, and his face twisted in rage. "You dare to harm her?" he snarled.Calantha's expression turned petulant. “Thane. But what about me? Your loyal Luna? Why do you do this?! You humiliate me."Thane's voice dropped to a deadly whisper. "You will not harm her again, Calantha. She is under my protection."I felt a spark of hope. Was Thane actually saving me?Calantha's eyes flashed with defiance. "Or what, Thane? You'll punish me? Your own Luna?"Thane's jaw clenched, his anger evident as he turned to look at the guards who indulged Calantha’sThey trembl
Last Updated : 2024-11-26Scorned: The Rebirth of Kaidaira Men, Ments or Maleria?
KAIDAIRA’s POVA sigh of relief escaped my lips as I realized he wasn't Zarek but just someone who looked like him.Why I didn't notice this before I don't know but Thane was standing beside him, his expression was emotionless. How was I supposed to know if he was angry.My legs moved of their own accord, and I approached them and greeted them as I'd seen the women of this pack do. I think Thane was pleased with what I did because his face lit up a bit or was it because of the guest and after the meeting they'll have my head on a platter no I was thinking too much I need to focus"Welcome to the Emberwolf pack," I said, bowing my head."This is Kaidaira, she's a captive and also one of the maids," Thane announced.Maid? That's new; I didn't even know I was one, but I smiled and bowed anyway."Oh, I'm Axel," The so called Zarek’s look alike replied to me, smiling wryly."Welcome, Lord Axel. Is there anything you'd like me to do for you," I said, trying to assume the maid role I had be
Last Updated : 2024-12-09Scorned: The Rebirth of Kaidaira Price of Loyalty
Kaidaira’s point of view. “Save me goddess..” I mumbled as I pounded through dense forest, my paws thrashing against the earth with a frantic heartbeat. Usually, my wolf form was a symbol of strength and freedom, but now it felt like some fragile shield against the dangers closing in. Every stride burned, my legs aflame with exhaustion, my lungs heaving like bellows. My injuries, sustained in that desperate bid for escape from the palace, weighed me down, refusing to heal as fast as I needed them to. Sweat fell from my fur, plastering it to neck and shoulder. The metallic taste of blood was in my nostrils, along with the earthy scent of damp soil and decaying leaves. Branches whipped across my face, their twiggy fingers scratching at my cheeks, leaving stinging welts. Leaves crunched beneath my paws, releasing a bitter aroma of crushed vegetation. My heart ran like a runaway drumbeat in my chest, my senses on high. Every snap of a twig, every rustle of the leav
Last Updated : 2024-11-12Scorned: The Rebirth of Kaidaira Road To Bondage
Kaidaira's Point of View Rough hands grasped my arms, yanking me away from the only refuge I'd known. The Egyptians' brutal grip felt like cold steel, their fingers digging into my skin like talons. My legs buckled beneath me, roots and rocks tripping me up with merciless cruelty. The forest, once my sanctuary, now seemed like a distant memory, a fleeting dream shattered by the harsh reality of my captivity. One of them, a hulking man with a twisted grin, forced wolfsbane into my mouth. The bitter taste exploded on my tongue, a toxic invasion that left me reeling. "Swallow," he growled, his hand clenched around my jaw like a vice. I swallowed, the potion coursing through my veins like liquid fire, dulling my wolf senses and leaving me vulnerable. Panic set in as another guard struck me in the stomach, the blow landing with precision cruelty. I doubled over, gasping for air as my diaphragm went into spasms. The world around me blurred, colors bleeding together like watercolors in t
Last Updated : 2024-11-12Scorned: The Rebirth of Kaidaira The Dance Of Shame
Kaidaira’s point of view. The weeks dragged along, each day so much like every other that it was impossible to tell where one started and another ended. It was some sort of never-ending, grey twilight that refused to break into dawn. It was like the very walls were closing in on me, cold stone exhalations damp with chill leaching into my bones. Memories of my time with him haunted me, always whispering in my head day and night. His touch, his voice, his gaze-things that clung and poisoned my mind. That evening, the guards arrived at my door. Their faces were vacant; their eyes cold as the stone floors. "The king requests your presence," one growled out, like a roughly hewn door scraping across its floor. I followed, my heart heavy with foreboding, my feet dragging as though weighted by invisible chains. The corridors stretched out before me, dark and foreboding, the torches that lighted them casting eerie shadows on the walls. The flames danced, flickering; demonic silhouett
Last Updated : 2024-11-12Scorned: The Rebirth of Kaidaira Glided Cages
Kaidiara’s point of view. Months passed, and with each day, a touch-and-go balancing act for survival-thwarting stone walls whose faces, from the wear of centuries of whispers, had been ground smooth as velvet. My cell, once a damp, dingy affair, slowly emerged from this metamorphosis into a small but elegant retreat. Plush cushions in rich burgundy invited me to take a seat, while tapestries in their warm colors showed forests of olden times with their mythical creatures. Slowly, it would weave tales of a long-forgotten lore. The air was alive with scent: sweet-scented candles in the form of lavender and vanilla wafted their soothing aroma, masking the stench of oppression. Fresh flowers-roses, lilies, carnations-overflowed from delicate china vases, their petals unfolding like tender kisses. It was then that the king's mercy came with strings attached. He coddled me with comforts because I bred his child, but my freedom still remained only an illusion, an elusive dream forev
Last Updated : 2024-11-12
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Scorned: The Rebirth of Kaidaira Men, Ments or Maleria?
KAIDAIRA’s POVA sigh of relief escaped my lips as I realized he wasn't Zarek but just someone who looked like him.Why I didn't notice this before I don't know but Thane was standing beside him, his expression was emotionless. How was I supposed to know if he was angry.My legs moved of their own accord, and I approached them and greeted them as I'd seen the women of this pack do. I think Thane was pleased with what I did because his face lit up a bit or was it because of the guest and after the meeting they'll have my head on a platter no I was thinking too much I need to focus"Welcome to the Emberwolf pack," I said, bowing my head."This is Kaidaira, she's a captive and also one of the maids," Thane announced.Maid? That's new; I didn't even know I was one, but I smiled and bowed anyway."Oh, I'm Axel," The so called Zarek’s look alike replied to me, smiling wryly."Welcome, Lord Axel. Is there anything you'd like me to do for you," I said, trying to assume the maid role I had be
Scorned: The Rebirth of Kaidaira Emberwolves
Kaidaira's POV"What is going on here?" Thane growled, his voice low and menacing. Calantha's eyes flashed with defiance, but Thane's glare silenced her. He took in the sight of me, hanging limply from the chains, and his expression darkened. His eyes burned with fury.Calantha attempted to defend herself, her voice shrill and petulant. "I'm teaching her.. her place," she spat, but Thane's anger only intensified.Thane's gaze fell upon me, and his face twisted in rage. "You dare to harm her?" he snarled.Calantha's expression turned petulant. “Thane. But what about me? Your loyal Luna? Why do you do this?! You humiliate me."Thane's voice dropped to a deadly whisper. "You will not harm her again, Calantha. She is under my protection."I felt a spark of hope. Was Thane actually saving me?Calantha's eyes flashed with defiance. "Or what, Thane? You'll punish me? Your own Luna?"Thane's jaw clenched, his anger evident as he turned to look at the guards who indulged Calantha’sThey trembl
Scorned: The Rebirth of Kaidaira PREMIUM SHEGE
KAIDAIRA’S POV As I knelt before Thane, his gaze held mine with an unnerving intensity. The air thickened, heavy with unspoken commands. His voice, low and husky, sent shivers down my spine. "I want you to pleasure me, Kaidaira." The words echoed through me, awakening a tremble in my legs. I felt the cool marble beneath my knees as I sank down, my heart racing with anticipation and fear. Thane's eyes never left mine, his pupils dilating as he stepped closer. His fingers traced the curve of my jaw, sending sparks through my skin. "I want you to pleasure me," he whispered, his breath dancing across my ear. The command was laced with danger, yet irresistible. My mind reeled, but my body responded, heat pooling in my core. He pull. His eyes burned with desire, and I knew I was trapped. My hands trembled as I reached out, my fingers brushing against the warm skin of his thighs. The velvet softness of his tip teased my fingertips, and I felt his indrawn breath. "Look at me," Tha
Scorned: The Rebirth of Kaidaira WHERE WERE WE?
Kaidaira's POVI couldn't refute the King's command. Disobedience would be treason. Now, I was seated right next to Thane at a grand dinner among chiefs and elders. My heart pounded uncontrollably in my chest as I recalled his last words just before we entered the hall.“Remember, this is a test. Fail me, Kaidaira, and I’ll kill you myself.” His husky voice filled my hearing sense as he whispered low, and close into my ears, making the hair at the back of my neck stand in response.I tried my best to maintain my composure, focusing on the task at hand. My role tonight was just to appear as nothing more than a meek, obedient girl—beautiful enough to distract his uncle, and lead him to his damnation. According to Thane, his uncle had returned to the kingdom after he had gone for many years, claiming the throne as his birthright. Thane could have killed him by himself, of course, but a bold murder of royal blood would definitely stir whispers, maybe even rebellion amongst the chieftains.
Scorned: The Rebirth of Kaidaira Indaboski Bahose
Kaidaira’s POV I could have ran, trying to escape their hold. But for the sake of my child, I chose to stop, and give in to Thane Riven's men. I knew of the reputation of their kingdom, I had heard the tales whispered about the Alpha's ruthlessness, his fury, how he could destroy thousands of wolves without lifting a finger. And now, standing before the Alpha king himself, I couldn't help but feel small under his gaze. It felt like he was stripping me naked by the way his eyes scanned me from head to toe. I had to lower my eyes to my blistered feet that had carried me here, to avoid his eyes that were boring holes into me. “I am Kaidaira, Your Majesty,” Despite my attempt to keep my voice steady as I answered his question, I failed. My voice came out weak, that I could barely hear myself. But I knew the king must have heard me. My head might be lowered, not meeting his eyes, but telling by the grunt I heard, I knew he had his eyes narrowed, and his lips tugged to a side in a
Scorned: The Rebirth of Kaidaira Split Second Decision
Kaidaira’s point of view. It was six months from that night, but with Caspian before me now, my heart swelled with love. His small hands knitted into fists while his fragile eyelids fluttered at the gentle rhythm of his breathing. The sun beamed through the window and settled in the downy softness of his hair, fitting him out like a halo. It danced golden on the tiny nose, rose-petal mouth, and round cheeks. His soft coos and scent of baby filled the room, an acute memory of what I was to lose. But suddenly, there echoed through the distance that unmistakable sound of marching boots-a cadence of doom. The tremors vibrated through the floorboards, deep into my chest, a growl of warning. Instinct yammered a warning, every nerve in high alert, as if the very air was electric with danger. Trouble. The air grew thick with tension as I turned to our vulnerable position: our small rustic house, lying on the very outer edges of the pack territory, would provide little protection
Scorned: The Rebirth of Kaidaira Moonlit Refuge
Kaidaira’s point of view. The darkness of the forest writhed and twisted around me, living darkness taking menacing forms. Trees loomed; their branches grasped at me, skeletal fingers. I crawled, my body screaming in protest with the movements-a death knell echoing through my bones. I was still reeling from the aftershocks of the transformation. But then, as if the moon itself took pity on me, its silvery light burst forth. The whole forest was transformed; bathed in an unearthly light, the leaves shone dew-kissed and diamond-like, and the trees were motionless, their branches etched against the sky like fine pen and ink drawings. An uneasy silence fell with the notion that night creatures had vanished. The air was heavy with anticipation, save for the soft rustling of leaves and some distant mournful hooting of an owl. Hours, it seemed, or even days were passing-the only small notion of time in that wide desolation. My pain gave place to thirst: the drying parchin
Scorned: The Rebirth of Kaidaira Glided Cages
Kaidiara’s point of view. Months passed, and with each day, a touch-and-go balancing act for survival-thwarting stone walls whose faces, from the wear of centuries of whispers, had been ground smooth as velvet. My cell, once a damp, dingy affair, slowly emerged from this metamorphosis into a small but elegant retreat. Plush cushions in rich burgundy invited me to take a seat, while tapestries in their warm colors showed forests of olden times with their mythical creatures. Slowly, it would weave tales of a long-forgotten lore. The air was alive with scent: sweet-scented candles in the form of lavender and vanilla wafted their soothing aroma, masking the stench of oppression. Fresh flowers-roses, lilies, carnations-overflowed from delicate china vases, their petals unfolding like tender kisses. It was then that the king's mercy came with strings attached. He coddled me with comforts because I bred his child, but my freedom still remained only an illusion, an elusive dream forev
Scorned: The Rebirth of Kaidaira The Dance Of Shame
Kaidaira’s point of view. The weeks dragged along, each day so much like every other that it was impossible to tell where one started and another ended. It was some sort of never-ending, grey twilight that refused to break into dawn. It was like the very walls were closing in on me, cold stone exhalations damp with chill leaching into my bones. Memories of my time with him haunted me, always whispering in my head day and night. His touch, his voice, his gaze-things that clung and poisoned my mind. That evening, the guards arrived at my door. Their faces were vacant; their eyes cold as the stone floors. "The king requests your presence," one growled out, like a roughly hewn door scraping across its floor. I followed, my heart heavy with foreboding, my feet dragging as though weighted by invisible chains. The corridors stretched out before me, dark and foreboding, the torches that lighted them casting eerie shadows on the walls. The flames danced, flickering; demonic silhouett
