Xander's Pov) “Are you okay, alpha?” Magnus asked me as we left the study. “I am fine, it's just…” I trailed off, I didn't know how to explain it to him. “Just what?” He pushed. “The girl, there's something about her. It bothers me.” I finally said. “What exactly?” Magnus asked. “I can't exactly explain it but my body reacts to her in a way it shouldn't. I have a theory in my head but it's not possible, it can't be.” I was talking about the possibility of Ava being my mate. “Care to share?” He asked. “No, not until I have confirmed my other suspicion. I plan on getting to the bottom of it today.” I told him in a bid to end the conversation. He was silent for a while as we continued on our walk to the barracks, I needed to discuss something with one of the captains. “What exactly is this suspicion?” He broke the silence, I was surprised by his curiosity as Magnus is usually one to mind his business. Seeing as he won't let the matter go, I stopped in my tracks and turned to hi
Ava's pov) “I'll take you to the infirmary now.” The princess said to me. “No don't, your highness.” With the little bit of strength I had left, I freed myself from her grasp and fell to the floor. She reached out to help me but I held out a hand stopping her, “Don’t. I need to clean the king's study before he gets back.” “You need to see a healer!” She screamed. “Please.” I pleaded, tears welled up in my eyes. I was disgusted at my weakness, less than a week after being selected I had become weak. “You can't work in thi—” I cut her off, “yes I can!” I picked up my crutches and hauled myself up with great difficulty, then I remembered who I was talking to. “I'm sorry for my outburst, your highness.” I carried my bloody body to the storage closet to get some supplies. I stood for a moment wondering how I was going to hold them and walk not to talk more of going up a flight of stairs. “Please, let me help. It's the least I can do.” I heard the princess say from behind me. “Okay
Ava's pov “Invisible ink.” I whispered under my breath as hidden details began to show up on the paper. My brother had taught me some things about invisible ink before he went missing. I knew that water could reveal it but it wasn't the best choice as it could damage the paper. I tried my best to dry the water as my hand was more damp than wet when it touched the paper. Luckily, it dried in no time. I angled the paper in a way that the sunlight from the window behind the desk was directly on it, and more details came to light. Hidden alcoves and catacombs that I planned to explore came to light. I searched his office for invisible ink, I knew what it looked like. I was about to give up when I found it hidden deep inside his drawer. I placed my linen on the map and gently began to trace the details onto it. I made sure to hold the feather lightly so as not to transfer more invisible ink onto the alpha's map. “Alpha.” I heard someone say outside the study, my head snapped
Ava's povThe guards began to drag me to the dungeon, my eyes remain locked with the alpha's. I didn't understand why he was doing this to me, why me?His words kept ringing in my head “Did you use some kind of drugs on me?” What could he possibly be talking about?.With the rate at which things were going, I'd be surprised if I won't have to amputate my leg in the end. I'm not allowing it to heal and I keep making the injury worse.Blood began to seep through the clothes Heather had wrapped around it as the guards dragged me. I swallowed in fear as we got closer to the grand staircase, I felt like I was going to pass out.“What's going on?!” I heard Princess Lyra scream.The next thing she was ripping the guards arms off me and I crumpled to the floor in a heap. I didn't even have the strength to get up, if my fate was sealed to die then so be it.“What do you think you're doing? Where were you taking her?” The princess demanded.“Your highness,” one of the guards said with a bow. “T
Xander's PovSomething snapped in me when he held Ava's waist, whatever charm she was using has to be really strong. I will find out what it is, because it is messing with my head and my daily life.Leo, my wolf, has been awfully silent these days, he feels what I feel. Whenever I mistreat Ava something in me breaks, it disconnects me from myself, I've been having a lot of sleepless nights because of it and I am fed up.The smell of her blood was prudent in the air but I ignored it. I paused as I felt her body go limp halfway down the stairs.I looked at her unconscious body for a second then continued on my journey, the guards who failed to excuse my order will be punished. I am the alpha king and when I give an order you follow it no matter what, you do not stop for anybody.I got to the doors leading to the dungeon and the guards stationed in front of it opened it up for me, I dragged her down the stairs and into the abyss.It was pitch black at the entrance but I was familiar with
Ava's PovI was floating, the sky was bright above me and birds flew. I landed on something soft and fluffy, my hand ran across it, it seemed to be fur.I giggled at the feeling and snuggled into its warmth. After a while I came down from whatever it was and took in the view before me. I was on a lush green hill which had a lot of flowers. It overlooked a beautiful lake which glistened in the sunlight.I closed my eyes and took in a deep breath, I let the peace and tranquility wash over me. There was a slight rustling behind me, it reminded me that I had been on top of something fluffy.I turned around and was met with my own eyes, except it was on a wolf. A giant wolf, it had white fur with silver streaks, I took a step back upon seeing its size.“Careful.” A soft angelic voice said.I looked to my right and saw a beautiful woman, she was the most beautiful person I had ever seen. Her skin glistened under the sunlight, it glowed like the moon, she was draped in an elegant white cloth
Xander's povAfter my meal I headed to the dungeon to assess the situation myself. I walked up to her cell and saw her on the floor where I had left her.I felt a sharp pain in my chest, a call to save her. I noticed the blood at the back of her head and wondered what happened.Did someone do something to her?Because I knew for a fact that the potion healed her former head injury, the thought of someone hurting her made me angry.I turned and left, she would wake up soon. The next day I asked for the dungeon guard on duty to come to my office.“The new captive, the human. Is she awake?” I asked.“No, your majesty.” He replied with a bow.“Get water and dump it on her, we need to interrogate her as soon as possible.” I ordered him.“Yes, your majesty.” He gave a bow then left.Beta Magnus and Gamma Draven wherein the study with me, “let's go train.”I needed to blow off some steam. Pack members gathered around to watch us spat, it had been a while.Magnus and Draven were a team whilst
Xander's PovVanessa picked up her things and hastily ran out of my office.Good.Immediately I turned back to my work a knock sounded at the door.“What now?” I muttered in frustration running my palm down my face.“Come in.”The door opened, revealing Lyra and Magnus on the other side. Irritation began to bubble within me because I knew the reason why they were both here.“Alpha.” They said in unison with a slight bow.“What do you want?” I demanded ignoring their greeting.“Alpha,” Lyra started. “Please let Ava go.”“No.” I returned my focus to the map of the pack grounds and the position where Magnus had placed the warriors.“You claim that she bewitched you, right?” Lyra continued. “What evidence do you have? As a king, you of all people should know never to accuse someone with evidence to back up your claim.”I did not speak, but my eyes signalled to her to continue.“You know the tension between our kind and hers has surged tremendously, there's on telling what will happen if
Rowan's POVLyra’s breathing had finally evened out beside me, a soft, steady rhythm that showed that she was finally at ease and I was glad. She didn’t say another word after I wrapped the blanket around her and sat by her side. She didn’t need to.I looked at her, really looked.Her face had lost weight in the past months, the edges sharper now—grief had carved out the softness she once had so effortlessly. The dark, sunken circles beneath her eyes told me she hadn’t been sleeping much. And even now, in the calm after the war, her body was tense beneath the blanket, like she was ready to spring awake at any given time if someone so much as touched her. .But she had opened up.That alone made something in my chest unclench for the first time in weeks.I tilted my head back, let my eyes gaze up to the stars, but even their beauty felt muted tonight. Everything felt… dulled. Like we’d survived the fire, only to emerge into the ashes.But she talked. She talked.And I’d take that over
Lyra’s POVThe fire had burned down to little fire, and one by one, they drifted off to sleep. Ava had fallen asleep curled against Xander’s chest. Vanessa and Kael were tangled up on a blanket near the edge of the camp, whispering and grinning like the war had never happened and they were in some sort of fairytale. Like they’d known peace all their lives.I was happy and envious of them so I forced myself to look away.Rowan had stayed with me.He always did.By the time the last bit of fire was snuffed and silence had settled over the camp, he rose, wordless, and offered me his hand. I took it, letting him guide me away from the others, deeper into the shadows where the weight of their stares couldn’t follow.We walked to a place in Ashville that we liked. It was a little hill above the camp where the entire land could be seen and the sky felt so close. The stars were particularly bright on that night, I just stood there and took a deep breath.The night air was cold, crisp, almost
Lyra’s povI don't know how long we sat there but I had droned out their conversation as I watched the burning fire. Suddenly, I felt the air shift. It wasn't the regular shift.But this time, it was different.Tense. Sharp.I knew why.I could feel it, their eyes were on me.And they deserved answers.I just wasn’t sure I had the strength to give them.Rowan came even closer, a steady wall beside me, his warmth grounding. He hadn't spoken much, just held my hand quietly under the blanket we shared. It should’ve comforted me more than it did. But the guilt clung to me, curling in my chest like a shadow that refused to be exorcised.I peeped at Ava across the fire, her knees were pulled to her chest, arms loosely wrapped around them. Xander had stood up and was standing just behind her, arms crossed, his gaze unreadable as it flicked from person to person—though it lingered on me more often than not.I was almost certain I could go the night without a word being said. That they’d keep
Lyra’s POVThe crackling of the campfire sounded distant just like the faint sound of voices laughing and talking. Familiar voices. Ones that once meant comfort and strength. Now, they sounded foreign and distant, like echoes bouncing off the thick stone walls of guilt I had built around myself.I sat wrapped in my cloak, hood drawn low, body leaning into Rowan’s side. His warmth was steady, grounding. I could feel his heart through the fabric, steady as a drum, but there was a tension in the way he held me. He didn’t trust me—not entirely. I didn’t blame him.They had every right not to.Ashville was ruined. The war was over. And I had helped start it. They just didn't know that.I didn’t know how to look them in the eyes, not after what I had done.Ava’s laugh echoed through the air, loud and carefree, like birds chirping and singing during the summer. She teased Vanessa about how she once fought her over Xander. Vanessa rolled her eyes but smiled, her fingers tangled with Kael’s. I
Ava's povThe fire crackled in the center of our circle, its warm glow and embers floating up to the dark sky above us. The scent of roasted meat and earth filled the air. It was the first night in what felt like centuries that I didn’t have to look over my shoulder or hold a weapon while I slept.We had won.The war was over. Zerathos was gone alongside his shadows and forge. It was a tough battle but we won in the end and that's all that mattered. The camp was quiet, solemn in places, and slowly coming back to life in others. Rebuilding had started before the ashes were even cold.We’d spent the entire day helping—healing, carrying, burying. Holding hands that trembled with grief. Offering words to those who could still barely believe they’d survived. It was exhausting in a new kind of way—no longer physical, but emotional.And now, for the first time in weeks, we sat around a fire without dread thick in the air. Just six of us. Allies through it all. Survivors of chaos.Ava sat bes
Ava’s POVThe morning after the final battle was a strange kind of quiet. Not silence, exactly—there were still murmurs, the crackle of the early fires, the low sobs of those mourning their fallen, and the laughter of those too happy not to laugh. It was a quiet that came after chaos, the kind that felt borrowed, fragile, as if the world was holding its breath, unsure if the war was truly over.But it was.Zerathos was gone. His shadows had dispersed, leaving behind only the smell of ash and blood.I stood at the edge of the ruins that had once been the main part of our camp, the place where strategy was whispered and sleepless nights were passed in tense silence. Now it was littered with broken weapons, scorched earth, and fat too many lifeless bodies.Kael called out names from a growing list, his voice steady despite the tremble in it. Vanessa stood beside him, her hand in his, as they honored each name with a nod and a moment of silence. Rowan knelt by the body of one of his falle
Ava’s POVLyra was a blur of shadows, her body twisting and jerking with the force of a nightmare that had fully claimed her. Her eyes were two hollow pits of blackness, her once vibrant blue eyes now lost beneath an abyss. The very air around her seemed to tremble with the power of Zerathos’ dark magic, and the wail that tore from her throat was not the sound of her voice anymore. It was something ancient, something malevolent, echoing in the very bones of the earth beneath us.Xander’s blade clashed with hers as she lunged at him again, but there was no recognition in her movements—just raw, unfiltered rage. The Lyra I knew, the sister of Rowan, the one who had laughed with me and shared secrets in the quiet corners of our kingdom, was gone.“Lyra!” Rowan screamed, his voice was raw and hoarse, breaking with the anguish of a twin who had just watched his sibling become something unrecognizable. His voice was a beacon of desperation, but it did nothing to stop the creature she had be
Ava’s POVThe ground trembled beneath our feet as Lyra's form charged toward Xander with unnatural strength, the sound of her shrieking filling the air with an unnatural, bone-chilling shrill. Her movements were too fast, too erratic, her body a twisted mockery of the sister I knew. Her eyes, once silver with kindness, now pulsed with an abyssal blackness—pools of darkness that swallowed any light. She was lost. But I refused to believe it. Not completely. Not yet.“Xander, MOVE!” I shouted, pushing myself forward, my heart hammering against my ribcage. I couldn’t lose him. Not now.Xander barely had time to react before Lyra was upon him, her blades gleaming with malice as they sliced through the air. He barely dodged, the edge of her dagger grazing his shoulder, sending a burst of pain radiating through his body. He growled, backing away, but she was relentless—her speed matched only by the cold fury in her eyes.“No!” I screamed, my voice raw with desperation, but the words were lo
Ava's pov Xander leapt first, ducking low and slashing at Vorthar’s legs. The beast snarled and turned, leaving his side open. That was my cue, I lunged, flipping through the air and slamming both daggers into his back. He screamed, bucking like a bull. I held on until he slammed into the wall, crushing me under his weight. I dropped, breath knocked out of me. But Xander was already there, slicing into Vorthar's arm, forcing him to drop me. I hit the ground and rolled, vision spinning. I’d felt pain before. But this was different. I was using too much light magic too quickly, draining faster than I could replenish. My body wasn’t healing as fast. “Ava!” Xander shouted again. “You okay?” “I’m fine,” I gritted out, but we both knew it was a lie. Vorthar was breathing heavier now. Bleeding, but not enough. “This isn’t working,” I said. “We need something stronger.” “We have something,” Xander said. “The dagger—the one blessed by the gods from the light forge. You st