I stumbled through the forest, my breath ragged as I tried to push back the tears burning in my eyes. The weight of the last few days, the suffocating pressure of Lucien’s hold, was too much. I needed space, even if just for a moment. Every step I took felt like I was wading through mud, but at least in the woods, I could pretend to be free.
The trees whispered as the wind rustled through their branches, and I walked deeper, farther away from the mansion. “Cassia, wait.” I froze. The voice was soft but urgent, and it came from the shadows. My body tensed. Was it him? Lucien? “Who’s there?” I demanded, trying to sound more confident than I felt. A figure stepped out from behind a tree. Tall, cloaked, with his face shadowed by the hood, his presence felt different from Lucien’s. There was no dominance, no crushing weight of power. Just a quiet, watchful aura. My pulse quickened. “I didn’t mean to startle you.” His voice was rough, but there was something comforting about it. “I’ve been keeping an eye on you.” I took a step back, unsure. “Keeping an eye on me?” “I know what you’re going through,” he said, his eyes glinting under the dim light. “Lucien… he’s not what he seems. But the real danger isn’t him. It’s her.” “Her?” My heart skipped. Was this stranger talking about my stepmother? The woman who had ruled our home with terror? “What do you mean?” “The curse,” the man said, lowering his hood just enough to reveal a weathered face with sharp eyes. “It’s tied to your family. To your bloodline. The magic she’s used to bind you is ancient.” I could barely breathe. “My bloodline? What are you talking about?” “I can help you,” he said, stepping closer, his tone gentle. “You have power, Cassia. More than you know. Your mother… she tried to protect you. But your stepmother is stronger than anyone realizes. She’s kept you weak for a reason.” My mind raced. “How do you know all of this?” He didn’t answer right away, his gaze flickering to the trees around us. “I’ve seen the magic before. You have to unlock it. You’re stronger than you think.” I shook my head, my thoughts spiraling. “I’m not strong. I’ve been… controlled my entire life.” “You’re not controlled. Not anymore,” he said firmly. “But you need to trust me. We can break the curse together.” There was a part of me that wanted to believe him, wanted to feel the strength that had been buried so deep inside me. I wanted to believe that I wasn’t just a helpless pawn. “What do you want from me?” My voice trembled despite my efforts to sound strong. He took a slow breath. “I want to help you set yourself free. But there’s more to it. You can’t just escape the curse; you need to understand your true potential. That’s the only way to break free.” “I don’t—” I started, but I was interrupted by the sound of a branch snapping in the distance. My head whipped around, eyes widening. The familiar chill of fear crept up my spine. “Who’s there?” I demanded, my voice strained. The rogue’s hand shot out, grabbing my arm gently but firmly. “We need to leave. Now.” Before I could respond, a shadow moved at the edge of the clearing. I barely had time to react before a cold voice sliced through the air. “Cassia.” I froze, my blood running cold. Lucien. His figure emerged from the shadows, his tall frame towering over us. His dark eyes locked onto mine with an expression that sent a shiver down my spine. “I knew you’d be running.” His voice was smooth, but there was a dangerous edge to it. “Lucien…” My voice faltered. I tried to step back, but the rogue’s hand tightened on my arm, pulling me close to him. “Did you really think you could escape?” Lucien’s smirk was chilling. His gaze shifted from me to the rogue. “And who is this?” “I’m no one you need to concern yourself with, Alpha,” the rogue said, his voice calm but tinged with defiance. Lucien’s smirk widened. “You’ve been watching her, haven’t you? You think you can hide in the shadows and plot against me?” I wanted to scream, to lash out at him, but I couldn’t move. My heart was pounding, and my breath coming in shallow gasps. My mind raced. What was happening? Why was he here? How had he found me? “I won’t let you take her,” the rogue said, stepping between us, his posture protective. Lucien’s eyes flashed with cold fury. “She’s mine. Always has been.” A chill settled over me, a feeling of dread settling in my bones. “Lucien, please…” I whispered, the words tumbling out before I could stop them. “Let me go.” He tilted his head, his expression unreadable. “You think you can run from me, from what you are? From what I’ve made you?” “I’m not yours,” I spat, trying to find the strength in my voice. Lucien’s jaw tightened, and for a moment, I thought he might strike me. His hand twitched at his side, but then, his gaze softened—just slightly—and the tension in the air shifted. “You think you’re free? Do you think you have a choice? You’re nothing without me.” The rogue stepped forward again. “She’s not yours to claim anymore, Lucien. You can’t control her.” Lucien’s eyes flickered toward the rogue. “Get out of my way.” “I won’t,” the rogue said, his voice resolute. “She deserves more than this. More than being a pawn in your twisted game.” The silence hung heavy, broken only by the sound of my pulse pounding in my ears. My heart was torn. I wanted to run, to escape. But I also knew that Lucien was dangerous—he’d hunt me down, he’d never let me go. Yet, here I was, caught between two opposing forces, neither of which I could trust fully. “Cassia.” Lucien’s voice was softer now, almost coaxing. “You don’t understand what you’re up against. You think you can defy me? You’re not even strong enough to stand on your own.” “Then help me,” I whispered before I could stop myself. “If you really care about me, help me.” His eyes darkened, his lips curling into a cruel smile. “I’ve already given you everything you need, Cassia. You just haven’t realized it yet.” “You’re wrong,” I said, my voice trembling but firm. “I’m not yours. I will never be yours.” For a long moment, Lucien didn’t speak. His eyes seemed to bore into me as if searching for something—something he thought he could still control. But in that instant, I felt it. The spark of power inside me, the magic my mother had tried to protect me from, began to stir. The rogue had spoken the truth. I was stronger than I thought. I could feel the air shift around me, a crackling energy that seemed to respond to my defiance. Lucien’s eyes widened just slightly. “What are you doing?” I took a deep breath, focusing on the power that had been buried inside me for so long. “Let her go.” The rogue’s voice was low, but there was no hesitation in it. Lucien didn’t move. And then, without warning, the air around me exploded in a burst of energy, sharp and bright, as I unleashed what I had been holding back. Lucien staggered back, his expression one of shock. The rogue’s arm wrapped around me, pulling me away from the blast radius as the world seemed to tilt on its axis. But just as I thought we were safe, Lucien’s voice echoed in the woods, low and menacing. “You think you’ve won?” he said, his voice dripping with venom. “This is just the beginning.” I glanced up at the rogue, my chest heaving with fear and uncertainty. “What have I just done?” And then, in the distance, I heard something—soft, but unmistakable. A howl. A call. Lucien’s call. The chase had begun. “Run,” the rogue whispered urgently. “Now.”“Focus,” the rogue’s voice was calm but firm, cutting through the storm of thoughts in my mind. "You have to learn to control it."Control. Control over the power that surged through me like fire in my veins. Every breath felt like an inferno, and every thought was consumed by the overwhelming force that was awakening. My mother’s power—no, my power—was too much for me to grasp, too much for my fragile mind to handle. I closed my eyes and concentrated. The rogue’s instructions echoed in my ears: channel your anger, but don’t let it control you.But it was impossible. The anger, the grief, the fear—it all came crashing down on me. The images of my mother, murdered in cold blood by my stepmother, the countless nights spent in silence, the hours of punishment from Lucien—they were all part of the storm inside me.A crackling sound filled the air. My hands began to tremble as dark tendrils of magic spiraled from my fingertips, swirling around my body in a chaotic dance."Focus, Cassia!"
“Why are you looking at me like that?” I demanded, my voice shaky but firm. Lucien stood in the doorway, his figure a shadow against the fading light. I could feel the tension in the room—the air thick with something I couldn’t name, but it wasn’t hatred. It was something else, something raw and unexpected.“I’m waiting,” I said, forcing myself to meet his gaze. “You always keep me in the dark. Well, no more. I want to know why.”He didn’t answer right away. His eyes, cold and calculating, scanned me as if measuring whether or not I could handle the truth. I barely noticed the sweat trickling down my temples from the backlash of magic I’d just unleashed. My head throbbed, my energy drained, but I wasn’t backing down. “I want to know why you’re so cruel.” The words spilled out before I could stop them, rough and desperate. “Why do you hurt me? Why do you enjoy it?”Lucien’s eyes narrowed, his jaw tightening. But then, something flickered in his gaze. A flicker of something human. Reg
“What do you mean, you’re working with the enemy?” I demanded, my voice trembling with a mix of fury and disbelief. The rogue didn’t even flinch. He just stood there, his dark eyes heavy with something I couldn’t quite place. Guilt? Regret? Or was it something far more sinister?“I didn’t want it to come to this,” he said, his voice soft, almost apologetic. “But I don’t have a choice. No one does.”I took a step back, a cold shiver running through me. The air felt thick, the tension unbearable. My stomach twisted, but I couldn’t stop myself. I needed to hear this, needed to understand.“Tell me what you’re talking about.” My voice came out sharp, demanding. “And don’t lie to me. I’m not some helpless pawn anymore.”He ran a hand through his hair, exhaling like he was preparing for something painful. “Cassia... what you don’t understand is that your family has been cursed. A curse that ties your life to your father’s. Your mother knew this—she tried to protect you from it. But she coul
"You're too late, Cassia," my stepmother sneers, her voice dripping with triumph. "Your father’s fate was sealed the moment you married Lucien."My breath catches in my throat. The words hit me like a dagger, but I refuse to let them sink in. No. It can’t be true. I push forward, my heart pounding, my fists clenched at my sides.Lucien stands beside me, his body rigid, his gaze locked on my stepmother. He says nothing, but the tension in his posture tells me everything—he knows. He knew something and didn’t tell me. My blood runs cold."Where is he?" My voice trembles, but I force strength into it. "What have you done to my father?"My stepmother tilts her head, her lips curling into a slow, taunting smile. "Oh, Cassia. Always so full of questions. But you should be asking yourself—what will you do now that he’s gone?"Gone?The word crashes into me. A chill seeps into my bones. My stepmother loves her mind games, but this time, I see it in her eyes. This isn’t a game."You’re lying,"
"You knew, didn't you?" My voice trembles, but not with fear. With fury.Lucien stands across from me, arms crossed over his broad chest, his expression unreadable. The flickering firelight casts shadows over his face, making him seem even more distant, more untouchable."Some fates can’t be changed, Cassia." His voice is calm, too calm.I take a step forward, my hands clenched into fists. "That’s not an answer."He exhales, a muscle in his jaw tightening. "And what do you want me to say? That I knew? That I kept it from you?""Yes!" I snap. "Because that’s exactly what you did."For a moment, I expect him to deny it, to lie. But he doesn’t. Instead, he turns slightly, his gaze drifting toward the darkened window."Your father was doomed the moment you married me, Cassia. There was nothing either of us could do to stop it."The words hit me like a slap. My stomach twists, nausea rising. "You could have warned me."Lucien meets my eyes then, and for a fleeting second, I see something t
"You want freedom?" Lucien’s voice was low, a dark promise wrapped in silk. He stood too close, the scent of cedar and frost surrounding me. "I’ll give it to you—if you agree to my terms."I stiffened, forcing myself to hold his gaze. I wanted to hate him, to recoil at his presence, but the weight of his words coiled around my mind like a snake."What terms?" I forced the words out, my throat tight.Lucien’s lips curled into something that wasn’t quite a smile. He reached out, brushing his fingers against my wrist. A spark jolted through me, something I didn’t understand. His touch was light, teasing, and yet it carried an unspoken command."You will stand beside me, as my queen." His voice was steady, unwavering. "Not just in name, but in power."I sucked in a breath. "You expect me to rule beside you?" My voice was sharp, disbelief cracking through it."I expect you to act as my mate," he corrected, watching me too closely. "To strengthen this pack. To be more than a prisoner."I la
"Get away from him!" the rogue snarled, his blade glinting in the dim light.Lucien stood rigid, his breathing heavy, blood dripping from a shallow cut on his forearm. His eyes flickered with something dangerous, something primal, but I stepped between them, my heart pounding."Cassia, move," the rogue hissed. "You don’t know what he’s capable of."I knew exactly what Lucien was capable of. He had spent weeks breaking me, controlling me, twisting me into something he could own. But right now, I wasn’t sure if he was the worst threat in the room."I won’t let you kill him," I said, my voice firm.The rogue’s jaw clenched. His name was Eryk. He had been the one feeding me information, sneaking me supplies, whispering promises of freedom when I thought I had none. But he didn’t understand what I had just realized. Killing Lucien wouldn’t free me. Not yet."He’s our enemy, Cassia," Eryk said again, his grip tightening on the hilt of his dagger.Lucien chuckled darkly, wiping the blood fro
I jolted awake, my breath coming in short, panicked gasps. Something was wrong. My skin burned as if invisible flames licked at my flesh. I flung the blankets aside and pushed up the sleeve of my nightdress.My heart stopped.A dark, swirling mark curled along the inside of my wrist—black as ink, pulsing with an eerie glow. It hadn’t been there last night.I reached out to touch it, but the moment my fingers brushed the strange symbol, a jolt of power surged through my veins. I gasped, pulling back, my pulse hammering.“What the hell…”The door burst open.Lucien stood in the doorway, his chest bare, his muscles tense as his sharp golden eyes locked onto mine.He must have sensed it too.His gaze dropped to my wrist, and for the first time since I’d met him, I saw something that looked like fear flicker across his face.He took slow steps toward me, his movements careful, and calculated.“Do you even know what you’ve done?” His voice was quiet, but there was something lethal behind it
The fire crackled softly in the hearth, its warm glow casting dancing shadows across the stone walls of the old hall. The room was filled with the scent of roasting meat and the sweet, earthy aroma of herbs hanging from the rafters. A group of children sat in a half-circle, their eager eyes fixed on the elderly storyteller who sat at the center, leaning forward with a smile.“And now,” the storyteller said, his voice low and filled with weight, “you have heard the beginning of the tale. But as with all stories, it must be passed down, for there are lessons to be learned, even in the hardest of truths.”The children’s faces were wide with wonder. They knew of the Wolf Bride—Cassia, the strong, beautiful woman who had once been the captive bride of Alpha Lucien. She was a legend, her name whispered in awe and respect throughout the kingdom. Her strength, her defiance, her love for her family—it had all made her a symbol of something greater than any one person. And Lucien, the god-king
"You should rest," Lucien’s voice was low, carrying a soft edge I hadn’t heard in years. It was both familiar and strange, like the gentle rustle of leaves in the wind, soothing but filled with tension. His large hand rested on my stomach, a constant reminder of the life growing within me.I glanced up at him, eyes flicking over his broad frame and the way his expression softened when he looked at me. It was a stark contrast to the man I had once known. He was no longer the distant, cruel Alpha I had married, nor the tyrant he had once been. He had become something different—a man I was still learning to trust, but who had, against all odds, become my partner."Lucien," I murmured, turning slightly on the bed, trying to find a comfortable position. "I’m fine. I’ve been resting all day.""You’re carrying our child," he said with a slight smile, leaning over to kiss my forehead, lingering there for a moment longer than usual. "That’s no small thing."I smiled back at him, my hand restin
"Lucien, look at this." I held up the scroll, the seal broken and the message inside unclear to me, though I had a sinking feeling in my chest.He crossed the room swiftly, his large frame filling the space between us in seconds. His hand grazed mine, the touch lingering as though it held more weight than the parchment itself. Lucien had changed since the night we tore down the heart of our kingdom, and with it, he had become less of a tyrant and more of an equal."You look troubled," he murmured, his voice low and filled with a new, gentle strength.I swallowed hard, unfurling the scroll. "It's from the capital. They want an audience—"Before I could finish, he took the scroll from my hands, his eyes scanning it. His face hardened as he read, his jaw tightening."Lucien?" I stepped closer, my heart racing. The shift in his demeanor was enough to stir the unease in me."Look at this," he said, handing it back to me with a look that mirrored my own uncertainty.My eyes scanned the word
The echoes of destruction reverberated through the hollow chambers, but Lucien remained still, his hand trembling as it hovered above the blackened heart. The ancient pulsating darkness that had plagued our world, binding the lands in fear and suffering, awaited its end. The air was thick with tension, like a rope pulled taut between two worlds—the one we had known, and the one we would build."You know what this means, don't you?" Cassia’s voice cut through the chaos, steady and unwavering, despite the raw power that clung to the atmosphere. She stepped beside me, her fingers brushing against mine as if offering me the strength I needed to do what I had always feared."I do." My voice was barely a whisper, the weight of the moment heavy in my chest.We stood together before the heart—once a symbol of my cursed bloodline, a force that had shaped me, controlled me, and threatened everything I held dear. Now, in this final moment, I had the power to destroy it. To break the chains, to s
Lucien's grip tightened on the jagged stone as he stood before the ruins, his chest heaving with the weight of what lay ahead. The last remnants of Varyn's influence clung to the very earth beneath his feet, an ancient power that had corrupted everything it touched, including him. He knew what he had to do. Destroy the heart, and free both himself and Cassia from the curse that had haunted them for so long. But the cost was unimaginable.I turned to him, my heart pounding in my chest. I could feel the weight of the decision pressing down on him, the torment in his eyes. "Lucien," I whispered, my voice shaking. "Are you sure about this? Once it's done, you might never be able to use magic again."He turned to me, the haunted look in his eyes softening ever so slightly. "I’ve already lost so much, Cassia. But if it means setting you free, if it means ending this nightmare once and for all... I’ll do it. Even if it costs me everything."I shook my head, my chest tight with a mixture of f
"Lucien, stop!" I grabbed his arm, tugging him back as he advanced into the ruins. The walls around us seemed to pulse, a faint shimmer of energy thrumming beneath our feet. The air felt thick, almost alive with a tension I could barely comprehend.He turned, his jaw clenched, eyes burning with an emotion I couldn’t place. "You want to stop? You want to run now, Cassia?""No." I shook my head, trying to steady my voice. "I don’t want to run, but I can’t let this illusion consume you. You’ve fought too long to let the past drag you back into the darkness. We have to trust each other, now more than ever."His eyes softened for a brief moment before they narrowed again, filled with uncertainty. "I thought I could control it. The void, the power, everything. But now... I don’t know what’s real anymore."I stepped closer, taking his hand in mine. His warmth was a comfort I didn’t want to lose. "This is real," I whispered, my heart pounding in my chest. "Our bond is real. We’ve survived the
I stood at the edge of the desolate ruins, the wind biting at my skin, carrying with it the whispers of forgotten souls. Lucien, at my side, seemed like a shadow, his presence always just a breath behind mine. His eyes were colder than the night air, but I could feel the tension in him—a battle he was fighting just as much as I was.“Are you sure this is the right place?” I asked, my voice barely a whisper.Lucien didn’t answer at first. He just kept walking, his boots crunching over the brittle remains of what used to be stone pathways. The ruins of Varyn’s stronghold were all that remained of a once-mighty empire, now nothing more than a decaying relic of power long lost. And yet, it was here that we hoped to sever our ties to the void. To remove the curse that had shaped both our lives, to erase the fate that seemed to hang over us like a specter.Lucien finally spoke, his voice low. “I never thought we’d be here. Not like this.”I met his gaze, a flash of understanding passing bet
“Lucien,” I whispered, my voice barely above a tremor, the letter shaking between my hands. The wax seal, still warm with the recent press, bore a symbol I could never mistake. It was Varyn’s—his mark, the same mark I had seen burned into the old tomes and whispered in the shadows of the pack’s darkest corners.Lucien’s fingers grazed mine as he reached for the letter. His intense gaze softened, and for the first time in days, I saw something like unease flicker in his stormy eyes.“What does it say?” His voice was low, strained.I unfolded the letter slowly, the weight of it pressing against my chest. The words on the parchment were short and cryptic, and yet they carried the weight of a prophecy I had never hoped to hear again.“A god who walks as a man is still bound to fate.”I felt the cold air in the room grow heavy as if the walls themselves were closing in, drawn tight by the threat in those few words.Lucien’s jaw clenched, his fingers curling into fists at his sides. “Varyn,
I never imagined that standing beside Lucien would feel so... heavy. The weight of his silence, the pressure of his thoughts, it all pressed against me like an invisible storm. But this time, it wasn't just the looming danger of his past decisions or his oppressive presence that worried me. It was his own struggle—Lucien, the once-immortal Alpha, now feeling the pull of his humanity."How do you feel?" I asked, the words slipping out before I could think them through. The question felt small compared to everything we had been through, but I couldn't help it. I wanted to know. His face remained stoic as ever, but there was a subtle tightness around his eyes, something that spoke volumes without a single word.He exhaled slowly, rubbing his temple. "I feel... weak," he admitted, his voice low and strained. "The power I once had is gone. And without it, I'm just a man. A man who has spent his life commanding others, and now..." He paused, glancing up at the throne that once felt so fitti