We looked into each other and felt it hard to get away from his shining gaze. I knew he could feel it the same way. He's indeed my mate.
''Whick pack do you come from?' He asked, his eyes gleaming with curiosity and excitement.
His gaze lingered on the shackles binding me, and with a boldness that left me breathless, he reached out and touched the metal.
I was shocked - his wolf didn't flinch, didn't weaken, as he made contact with the shackles. It was then I realized he was no ordinary thief - he was an Alpha, a powerful leader with a strength that rivaled my own pack's leader.
'Alpha,' I whispered, my voice barely audible, my weakness evident. But he didn't seem to notice, his focus fixed on the treasures surrounding us.
With the precision of a seasoned thief, he gathered precious jewels and stacked them in his bag, his movements fluid and calculated.
Just as he packed all the treasures, he turned back to me with a piercing glare.
"Let me get you out of this place," he said, his voice low and urgent.
"I doubt you'll survive the night, not with the shackles draining your life force away." He strode back to me, his eyes blazing with intensity.
With a mere touch of his bare hand, the shackles began to melt, as if they were nothing more than ice in the face of his formidable strength. I was transfixed, my mind reeling with the realization of just how powerful he was.
As the shackles broke apart, I felt a surge of freedom I had not known in 20 long years.
My legs trembled beneath me, weak from disuse, and I stumbled, barely able to stand. But before I could collapse, he swept me into his arms, cradling me like a child. I felt a rush of gratitude and wonder, my heart racing with the knowledge that this stranger, this powerful Alpha, had saved me from a fate worse than death.
As we fled the tower, our mysterious rescuer enveloped us in an aura of invisibility, allowing us to slip past the security teams undetected.
We moved swiftly and silently, like phantoms escaping the shadows. Before long, we reached the outside world, where a vintage car awaited us, its engine purring softly.
A grizzled driver, likely a wolf himself, greeted us with a nod, his eyes gleaming in the darkness. He drove us far from the tower's oppressive grasp, the miles blurring together as my strength waned. My vision began to blur, my eyelids heavy, and I succumbed to the darkness, unaware of our destination or the fate that awaited us.
As my eyes struggled to open, the warmth of the wood-burner enveloped me, a comforting embrace that chased away the chill of the unknown.
I found myself in a rustic, welcoming space, the scent of wood and smoke filling my senses. Lyrien, my enigmatic rescuer and mate, stood nearby, his voice low and urgent as he conversed with a rugged, weathered man.
''Why bring someone over, Lyrien?'' the man asked, his gaze flicking towards me with a mixture of curiosity and wariness.
My voice was barely a whisper, my weakness palpable, but Lyrien's eyes met mine with a knowing glint, as if he held secrets and stories that only I was meant to hear.
Lyrien's voice pierced through my haze, ''Are you awake? Stand up, let's eat!''
He called out to the other man, ''Josh, let's eat!''
My eyes widened as I took in the spread before me - a feast fit for a king! I had never seen such a bounty in my life. My stomach growled in anticipation, and I dug in with reckless abandon, savoring the flavors and textures of the dishes.
I ate with a ferocity that surprised even myself, my hunger and exhaustion momentarily forgotten in the face of this culinary delight.
Lyrien's voice interrupted my gluttony,
''Eat slowly, you might hurt your stomach.'' I nodded, mesmerized by the vibrant colors and warmth of the world around me.
It was a beauty I had never beheld before, a stark contrast to the darkness I had known. Memories flooded my mind, transporting me back to that fateful night two years ago, when I was 18 and first discovered my inner demon.
My father had thought the shackles would kill me, but instead, they unleashed a power I couldn't control. I recalled the terror I inflicted on the nearby town, the bloodlust that consumed me, and the countless lives I destroyed. The werewolves' weaken stone had finally subdued me, saving me from myself. The shame and horror of that night still lingered, a constant reminder of the monster I harbored within.
As I gazed out the window, lost in the vibrant tapestry of the world, Lyrien's sudden voice whispered in my ear,
''The world is crazily beautiful, right?' His sigh was followed by the soft rustle of his movements as he stood beside me, our eyes fixed on the scenery below. My heart raced uncontrollably, and I couldn't help but steal glances at his chiseled physique, his rugged features, and his piercing eyes. I wondered if my fluttering heart was due to my inexperience with mating or if it was the novelty of being with a male wolf.
The uncertainty swirled within me like a whirlwind, leaving me breathless and curious.
Lyrien's piercing gaze demanded the truth, his questions cutting through the air like a knife.
''Which pack do you belong to, and how did you end up imprisoned in Moon Pack's Seven Tower Gate?''
I struggled to find the words, my voice faltering as I tried to reveal the painful secrets of my past.
'I...I...' The words stuck in my throat, unable to explain how my own father's betrayal had led to my confinement.
But before I could muster the courage to continue, Josh burst into the room, his urgent tone shattering the silence like a thunderclap.
''Lyrien, your father is dead!''
The words hung in the air, heavy with significance, leaving me wondering what this revelation meant for Lyrien, and for my own fate.?
As Lyrien walked back into the dark room, there was a total silent''Why isn't he returning to his pack?'' I asked Josh as my curiosity got piqued.''He's been banned from the pack,'' Josh revealed, his voice full of sorrow.''But...his power is so unparalleled, I thought he was the Alpha of his pack when I first see him' I stammered, struggling to comprehend.''He's a living legend who achieved Alpha status mere years after birth,'' Josh explained, his words were weaving a mysterious tapestry.''This is unbelievable...why would someone be born with such immense power?'' I was surprised''He's been wanted, been forced to roam the lands,'' Josh said.''Then who will inherit his pack?' I pressed on.''His brother, Erin, a leader yet to be proven,'' Josh replied, his eyes clouding with a mix of emotions, his voice trailing off into the night.Soon the midnight hour crept in, and the creaking of the door signaled Lyrien's return.I lay awake, lost in thought, and our eyes met in the dim l
Josh lowered the window, and the soldiers' eyes scanned the interior of the car.One of them approached my side, he knocked on the glass and I felt a col shiver ran through me.''Lower your window,'' he barked with a firm and commanding voice.I was scared, my heart racing with fear of the consequences of being discovered.Would I drag me back to the Seven Tower Gate, that foreboding prison filled with vengeful wraiths? Hell no I really don't want to, I'm scared.Lyrien brought his pack card showing he's from the Red Velvet Pack, and the soldiers demeanor changed in an instant. They saluted hastily with utmost respect.''She's my mate," Lyrien explained, his voice calm and we'll said. ''We're coming from my father's burial. She's still in shock, that's why she's reacting like that"The soldiers apologized profusely and clear road for us make us free to go. Lyrien's timely intervention saved me againI breathed a sigh of relief as the tension dissipated, but my reprieve was short-lived
the world around us melted away, we felt the presence of just two of us , i lost in the enjoyment of our kisses.The kiss was soft and gentle, yet passionate and intense, leaving me feeling like I was floating on air. I had never imagined that a kiss could be so powerful, I was consumed. I was falling in love with him more.we pulled back again, gasping for air, Lyrien's eyes locked onto mine, and I saw the same spark of passion and excitement reflected back at me.I felt the warmth of Lyrien's lips against mine. His lips were soft, gentle, yet passionate.His hands traced my body, tracing a path of fire along my hair, down my neck, and lingering on my waist. I was feeling my skin tingle at his touch.His hand gently cupped my rear, I couldn't suppress the soft moan that escaped my lips.He scooped me into his arms and placed me on the nearby table, clearing it of any obstacles that might hinder our intimate moment. As our lips reunited, I felt a burning desire within me.I felt his h
Suddenly, we were surrounded by a ring of werewolves fully armed, their eyes were glowing in the dark. They had set up a powder barrier the wolvesbane, it was weakening Lyrien powers and made him weak. I recognized the uniform wore by them, it is the same those men wore that night when I was captured by my father. Thy began shooting at our room, I was traumatized with the bullets piercing the nearly hit my bodies. Lyrien suddenly guarded me with his body, his eyes were so full of determination. he shown that he is ready to protect me even with his life on track.Suddenly the shooting seized, we didn't heard any sign of movement again, we first thought they had left, then we suddenly heard the sound of something thrown inside, it was another powder, this one is even more potent than the first. I felt my strength waning, as my body were weakening. Lyrien tried hard to get me composed but he was also affected by the powerful potion. Then we heard the sudden barging of the werewolves in
"Make yourselves comfortable, everyone," Erin said, he sit down on his throne-like chair "We'll wait for the full moon together." The atmosphere was tense,his men held my father captives. I could still feel see the sense of fear in people standing, they are afraid of what I might do, but they all want to witness if the tale is true or not. I was tied there totally exhausted, I never want all this that is happening, then suddenly the full moon was rising, and with it I could feel my powers has started growing stronger. Would I still kill everyone again?, I should have stayed back in the dark seven tower gate, maybe all this wouldn't have happened.As the full moon rose high in the sky, I felt my body begin to transform, my senses were intensifying, I could felt my strength multiplying as well. The pain I felt from been tied was nothing compared to the power coursing through my veins. The storm raged on and its fury mirroring the turmoil inside me My body began to grow tall, my limbs
The silence was so oppressive, we all felt a physical force that that keep us all on ground. I couldn't control my heart as it continue pounding heavily in my chest, the sound from their steps echoing in my mind like a drumbeat. The witches moved so closer to me, their veils rustling softly, As they reached at my side one of them raised a hand, she pointed ber finger towards me."Aria," she said, her voice felt like a sigh. "You have been chosen."I felt scared as they moved closer to me, their eyes were so fixed on me with an unnerving intensity."What.... do you want from me?" I asked, my voice were breakingThe leader from the witch grasped my arm, her grip was like an ice. "We are taking you away, Aria. The Goddess has requested for you."And with that, they carried me away,none of those sitting even my father could sense while I was dragging away. I was dragged into a darkness so complete, it was as if the very light itself had been extinguished. I was at the hand of the gh
Aria's PovI saw Lyrien's eyes, but they weren't welcoming. They were filled with rage and anger, a burning intensity that made my heart skip a beat. I tried to speak, to ask him what he was doing, but before I could even form the words, I heard the sound of a gun firing.I felt a searing pain as the bullet penetrated my chest, and I fell to the floor, my vision blurring. As I looked up, I saw the smile of an old woman, the same woman from my dreams. But this time, her smile was not benevolent. It was a mockery, a twisted grin that filled me with horror."Didn't I tell you, child?" the woman's voice echoed in my mind. "Didn't I tell you that no one would ever truly accept you? You're a witch, Aria. And witches are always alone."I tried to speak, to defend myself, but my voice was barely a whisper. The woman's laughter grew louder, a cackling sound that filled my ears and made my blood run cold.As the darkness consumed me, I saw Lyrien leaving, his back turned to me without a glance.
Lyrien eyes flashing red as he coughed out the wolvesbane's poison. Aria's face contorted in worry, tears streaming down her cheeks. "Lyrien, no! Oh, please...".Lyrien's gaze locked onto hers, his voice was weak but still reassuring. "Aria, I'm...I'm okay. Are you alright?", he still sounded worried for Aria.Aria's expression turned incredulous. "Me? You're the one who's...who's dying! How can you ask if I'm okay?"Lyrien's chuckle was faint, but it still held a hint of his usual arrogance. "Have you forgotten who I am, Aria? My power surpasses even the Alpha's. A mere wolvesbane can't affect my inner wolf."Aria's lips curled into a small smile, despite her tears. "You're still proud, even now."Lyrien's gaze softened. "Is the chain draining your energy again?"Aria nodded, with her voice which is barely above a whisper. "Your lost consciousness drained my life away more than the Seven Tower Chain ever could."With newfound determination, Lyrien tried to rise, his movements were sh