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“I’m sorry, what?” The male in front of the group turns to look at me and he chuckles. “I said it was fucking easy to capture you. Got a problem with that?” For a split second I consider telling him he’s a dumb fuck who can’t see past his less-than-stellar capture of two people because we practically gave ourselves in. But I remember there are three of them and two of us and Rhys is currently knocked out so he’s not going to be of any help if I start a fight. I sigh instead and look at the floor as it rolls on in front of me. I raise my head up. “Where are you taking us?” The blonde-haired male rides forward and stops at my side before smirking. “A very special place. Maybe there, you can see past the charms the Lycan king has used on you and finally become enlightened.” Confusion muddles my brain and I let it show but the blond male just chuckles and rides past. We’re in the woods now. I’m on my belly, my arms and legs having been roped together around the horse and my head
I’m riding on Kronik’s horse now. My teeth hurt from the amount of force I'm putting into clenching them but I don't relent. His body is flush against mine and his hand is around my waist. I can feel the heat from his body. “Do we have to stay this close?” If he hears me, he makes no indication of it, just keeps on riding and taking deep even breaths. I grumble and turn slightly in the saddle. “What the hell did I even do? I was fine on the other horse.” “You aren’t going to ride on the other horse. You’re riding on this horse and there’s nothing you can do to change that. Now if you don’t sit right in the saddle, I'll let go of your waist and leave you to fall on your head. If you’re lucky, you’ll break a few bones as you roll down the hill.” I hate the fact that he’s right. I’ve never been outside my parent’s pack prior to their show of hatred and sale of me to a Lycan king. Before Lyros’s service, I had never seen a boutique, or gone outside the border. I would surely have
They take me to the sea.I don’t know why I thought that was out of the realm of possibility, but I guess I expected them to be smarter.The ebb and crash of the tides as it assaults the sand almost mimic the beating of my heart.What next?I shouldn’t be asking myself that question but I do because what next?We’re here, they’re here with me, they’ll get down and use me on this beautiful beach. Forcefully because I don't want them, so what exactly had I expected to achieve by having them bring me here?“It’s pretty isn’t it?”I don’t realize it’s not Rhys who’s speaking until it’s too late and I've nodded my head. The blond Atreau chuckles and leans in closer to me on his horse.“It’ll look even prettier after we fuck you out of your senses.”If this is meant to make me feel aroused then it’s not working. I feel cold inside.Kronik is the one who grabs me first. The moment his hands yank me off the horse, I fall into him and feel his hands riding up my thigh. His fingers leave littl
“Aren’t you happy to see an old friend Adelaide?” Raymel, Prince of the Lycans beyond the corridor and someone who should hate my guts by now, still manages to say my name in that charming way of his. I stand up and an arrow comes for me immediately. Panic flares in my heart as I see it coming and I almost scream, that is until Raymel raises his hand and the arrow stops in mid air. My heart threatens to give out. Raymel smiles as he looks at me but his eyes tell the truth. If he drops that hand, I can imagine that the arrow would go straight through my heart and end me on the spot. “I have much more pleasant things for you in store, little wolf. An arrow would be too easy.” Rhys groans softly as he gets up and I watch as water slides off his clothes. I am soaked, down to my undergarments, but he’s not. The water seems to roll off his tunic and he becomes dry immediately. Raymel smirks and meets Rhys’s glare before chuckling. “If it isn’t one of Lyros’s dogs. Nice meeting you Pr
My head aches. Fuck. The sound of the carriage as it rolls on almost deafens me because for some reason, everything is so loud. My heart feels like it’s running a race of a thousand miles right now and with the way it’s pounding, I don't know what to think. Am I dying? “Cain?” My eyes fly open and my hand stills halfway to my head. “Cain, are you okay in there?” “Safira?” “Yes, it’s me. What the fuck Cain?” My head sends another lash of pain through my brain and I grit my teeth against it. Fuck, why does my head hurt so much? “Cain, are you listening to me? Do you at least have an explanation for what has happened?” I turn my brain upside down for one of those explanations but I can't find anyone. “Safira, can you tell me what happened first? I can’t remember a thing.” “Well, you better. Lyros has gone ahead of us and he’s on his way to the capital.” I consider that information for a while before nodding. “It’s not strange that he would do something like that. Why are
Horace Duval is a man of few words. He doesn’t need to talk too much when he’s the captain of the King’s guards, and he’s keeping to that well. Still, I can't help but wonder. “Why are you here?” My hands are shackled and my feet are tied, but I still have my mouth. I know what it is to be a man of few words. I am one, or rather Cain is one. I can’t remember any of what happened during those moments after I saw my eyes in Lyros’s, and it’s strange, this thing. It’s eliminated my cornea and iris. My eyes are like orbs now, and in that orb is a crescent moon. “It’s none of your business why I'm here.” “But you’re here for something aren’t you?” Captain of the King’s guard Horace directs a leveled glare at me. I smile back and notice the way he averts his eyes. When he turns them back to me, they’re filled with scorn. “Is it your habit to smile indecently?” I chuckle because Cain would rarely smile. Cain is the hurt one, the one in pain, but Fenrir can smile all he wants. “I ne
“Greetings Cain.”King Rafie sits and his presence occupies half the space in the carriage.“Greetings King Rafie.”His frame is almost an identical match to Lyros’s, long muscular legs that taper to a thin waist and an impossibly well-built chest. All the Lycan kings look like this, they carry this feeling of intimidation with them but unlike Lyros, some of them release that aura without ever meaning to.King Rafie has a handsome face, with thick brown hair and lush lashes, full lips, and a strong jaw. Eyes the color of tanzanite. I realize he’s staring at me too and the reality of my eyes right now strikes me once more.I sigh instead of beg and I look away. He chuckles.“The eyes look good on you Cain, so does this new form.”My head shakes of its own volition in the negative.“I’m shackled because of them, and how do you know I'm Cain? I could be anybody.” “Someone like Fenrir Dragmir. The charming aristocrat who steals the heart of the princess only to break it a few days later?
“Adelaide?”Cain’s voice is like honey in my ears.“Adelaide.”My eyes are heavy and they are sleep-filled. I cannot open them even if I wanted to. They are swollen and bruised now. Raymel punched me. “Adelaide? Can you hear me?”A weak grunt is the voice’s reply. Yeah, I can hear him, but I wish he didn’t have to come at this moment.Raymel is on the other side of the camp they’ve brought me to. The lamp in his tent is illuminating the space inside and the outline of him and what he’s doing is clear.My ears react to the sound immediately and soon my head is filled with it. The sound of thumping, of skin slapping skin. Raymel fucks fast and hard. The female he’s banging has firm tits, they don’t dangle off her body as she kneels in a doggy position, the shadow of her hair even gives it a silky feel, but the main focus of the show is Raymel.He’s perfect.The outline of his body is like a sculpted statue. Everything from the biceps of his arms to the well-built upper section.“Ahhhhh
Cain grabs onto my waist and kisses me, hauling me up and plastering me against him. His voice is a rough husk in my ear as he whispers “You did it, Adelaide.” Tears run down my eyes and he hugs me, holding my body to his as I sob into his chest. I don’t think I'd believe what just happened if someone told me it would a few months ago. All I wanted was to be free and run off to hell knows where, but I'm glad for what I did. Now I know I have parents, parents who loved me and a mother who would have done anything for me. I’m not just the pack omega destined to be maltreated and beaten for all of her life. The suffering I went through changed me. It gave me tougher skin and with the power of my heritage… I've just won back my kingdom. Freedom is mine if I want it. Freedom, and power, and love, if I want any of it, and all of it, and I do. I really do. I kiss Cain again, just to cement the fact that we are a thing now. We’re more than a thing. I’m wearing his ring. He’s as much
Lyros is no longer the all-powerful Lycan lording his majesty over the weak populace. We are powerful in our own right now.And in the face of real power, the Lycan king can only do one thing, cower, like a coward.Lyros attempts to run but almost like he knows it’s futile there’s no spirit in it. Lycan speed might have given him a chance, but running was just one final way of making a dash for his life.I flash and slam Lyros with my sword, the blade slapping the side of his face and drawing blood as he tumbles to the ground. I lean down and whisper close to his ear,“I don’t intend to kill you Lord Lyros.”I feel his heartbeat intensify as my words graze his ears but I continue confidently, “I intend to make you pay for all you’ve done. For the young girls you plucked from weak werewolf packs, only to kill them after torturing them, their dreams ended and hopes cut short because of your wickedness. I intend to make you pay for the cities you’ve attacked, the people you have killed,
I rip through the fabric of space as I burn.I feel the Lycan’s flame coursing through my being and it sets me on fire with the force of a supernova. I feel the strength of a thousand stars in me. The flames lick at my dress, burning it short and tattered, turning me into a version these men see, but which they don’t see at all.I wonder how many times Lyros has looked at me and seen nothing but skin. Nothing but clothes in pieces, flesh for the taking, a body to be claimed, and a mind to have fun with.I wonder how many times he’s seen skin and ignored the fire that rages in my heart. Ignored the love I have for the simple things. Ignored the fact that I am more than just skin and flesh, that I am heart and brains and emotion. That I am not his plaything.I am a Queen, and this Kingdom is mine.I kill the King beyond the border first. The battle with him takes less than an hour.In my hand is a sword hot as flame and solid as diamond. Rafie attacks me next so I slay him too.Raymel
We all stand in wait for her.Me, Rafie, Alizadeh, and Galan, all four Lycan kings, we wait for a weak omega female and something hollow rings in my chest. It was stupid to think I could find love.Even before the truth of Elara’s betrayal was revealed to me, I already knew. I already knew something was wrong with my heart and that I couldn't love properly anymore.I should have left it out of the cards, left love to those foolish enough to crave it but instead, I had to go ahead and try to keep her. Adelaide made me imagine something hot and exciting between us, something fiery and passionate, but at the end of the day, she’s expendable.She’s always been. Only I matter.A kingdom rests on my shoulders.“Is she on her way?”Rafie’s voice grates against my nerves but I nod. I’m not angry at him anymore. He’s doing what I didn't have the strength to do.Galan chortles where he stands and I feel my hands clench. I should kill him for using his trickster magic on me, but he saved my life
“How sweet.”Cain’s hand stops immediately and my foggy brain can’t even make sense of what’s happening. Has Cain taken me to the point of release this morning? Yes.I’m worried I might be a horndog.I turn to see Safira leaning on the doorframe. Her dress is so pretty, it drapes over her body like liquid and damn, I almost forgot how pretty she was.She smirks as her eyes meet mine, “Should I leave?” Cain answers sweetly before I can and his reply makes me chuckle. He goes “Yes please.”Safira’s hand twitches and a pillow launches itself at the back of Cain’s head. I let it hit and burst into subdued chuckles when he lets out a slight “oof.”Safirs sighs and shakes her head “You have a meeting in like six minutes. Will you be down?”Cain smirks lazily and shrugs. Safira’s gaze darts to me and she fixes me with an inquisitive stare, “Will he be down?”I nod because despite how much I want him to stay with me and kiss me silly, he’s already explained to me how things are here.He has
Diane visits me one last time in my dreams. She smiles at me and though my heart breaks, I smile back at her.I know this is the end. This is the last time I will see her, and as we stand on the sandy beach, our eyes locked on each other and the resemblance undeniable, I let her embrace me as a mother would her child, and I cry so bad my heart feels like it’s going to break.Diane kisses my forehead and wipes my tears, “You’re stronger than your pain my love. You know that right?”I want to nod. I desperately want to nod. The moment I saw Cain, the reality of what had happened to me seemed to come crashing down on me. The moment I saw Lyros instead of him, saw flashes of me and him behind my closed eyes each time I blinked….. How do I live with that?How do I live with the knowledge of all the things I did with the man I hate? A man who used me?I wish I could forget.“This is fire Adelaide,” I clutch Diane closer as she pats my hair down, tears still streaming down my cheeks “Like g
Anger makes my teeth crack as Adelaide asks me a question. She looks up at me, uncertainty in her eyes, her expression scared and bleak.“Would you still love me, if I showed you what Lyros and I have been doing these past few months?”Something threatens to snap in me but I know what this is.I’ve seen this before. I’ve done this once.I nod and Adelaide’s shoulders shudder. I can see how fervently she’s trying to control herself. How ferociously she’s attacking the emotions that are surging forth.Something’s happened, and when I ask her, she tells me everything.Trapped in a memory chain of the Lycan King’s making for three months, her magic being the thing he used to fuel that spell, Lyros turned her magic into her trap, and then she tells me what the memories were about. Entire years' worth of memories of her waiting for him patiently in the fortress.Memories of how he saved her from her pack and brought her to a better life in his care, Memories of how she became his personal p
Cain and Safira comfort me and tell me it’s okay. I can feel Cain’s concern for me like eyes at the back of my head.He’s always staring at me. He looks at me with such intensity that I feel all the things in my stomach churn and my thoughts go filthy. Memories flash past my eyes each time I close them.Memories of me and him in this world.Memories of me and him in a cave, happy sated smiles on our faces and our bodies totally unclad. We’re nude, and we’re comfortable.I see memories of deep and easy loving. Love that took me to the peak of pleasure, and threw me off the edge of my climax, again, and again, and again.My body begins to warm and Safira hits me on the arm, “For skies’ sake, Focus Adelaide. Are you sure you’re okay?”I turn to her and at the sight of familiar deeply tan skin and obsidian black eyes, a smile lights up my face. “I haven’t spent a day here and I’m already being mothered.”Safira grins and chuckles at that, and I feel light in my heart.She and Cain give
My heart melts with each passing moment i listen to Cain’s words and I almost can’t believe this is happening.My mind tells me if I blink he’ll go away, so I keep my eyes wide open, and I stare at him. I know it’s real when he stares at me in that same way.The lines of Cain’s face look new to me now. His warmth feels so familiar yet so alien. There’s an air around him that I can’t place, but I love every bit of it.I love it the way I love him, and when he leans in to kiss me again, I can feel the desperation in his touch. He’s as scared of me leaving as I am of him not being real in this moment. Finding him shouldn’t be this easy.It shouldn’t have been this easy, yet it was and I can’t seem to believe that.A sudden scream makes me cling to him like a frightened puppy until my brain realizes i know that voice.I know the texture of that squeall. I’ve heard that feminine tilt before.Safira’s scent invades my senses immediately and a warm body plasters itself to mine. She’s sobbing