"Lucien, look at me," I pleaded, my fingers tightening around his wrist. His skin was ice-cold, his body rigid like a statue. The darkness around us pulsed violently, shifting like a living entity, whispering things I couldn’t understand.Lucien flinched, a faint tremor running through him. His lips parted slightly, but no words came out. His golden eyes—once burning with fire—were now dull, vacant, hollow.I took a step closer, ignoring the way the darkness curled around my ankles, trying to pull me back. "You know me. You know us," I said, my voice softer now. "This place is lying to you. It wants to take everything—your memories, your heart, your soul. But I won’t let it."He let out a sharp breath, his fingers twitching. "Cassia," he murmured like he was tasting my name for the first time.A spark of hope ignited in my chest. "Yes! That’s right. It’s me. Your mate."Lucien winced, his jaw clenching. "No," he growled. "You shouldn’t have come.""I had to," I insisted. "I won’t leav
"Lucien, wake up!" I screamed, shaking him with all my strength.His body convulsed in my arms, his golden eyes flickering between recognition and the abyss. The darkness around us thickened, a suffocating force tightening its grip. Shadows coiled like serpents, whispering in a language I didn’t understand. The Devourer was getting stronger."Stay with me," I begged. "Lucien, fight it!"His breath hitched. "I... I can’t," he rasped. "It’s too strong.""No, it's not," I shot back. "You are stronger. We are stronger!"The Devourer’s voice slithered through the void, cold and mocking."Foolish girl. You think love can undo what has already been claimed?"Lucien let out a strangled cry, his entire body tensing as if invisible chains were tightening around him. He was losing. I could feel it. The shadows were sinking deeper into him, swallowing him whole.Panic surged through me. If I lost him now, I would never get him back. And I couldn’t—wouldn’t—let that happen.I looked around despera
“Where is she?” My voice was hoarse, raw from screaming.No one answered.I was on my knees, gasping for breath. The damp air of the forest stung my lungs as I clawed at the ground. My fingers curled around nothing but dirt and broken leaves. The world around me felt empty—hollow.Cassia was gone.“She—she was just here.” My voice cracked. “I saw her. I felt her.”No one answered because no one could.The pack warriors stood in stunned silence behind me, shifting uncomfortably. They had no answers. Only confusion, only fear.“Alpha,” someone murmured.I turned sharply. The look on my face must have been enough because the warrior immediately averted his gaze, taking a cautious step back.“She’s gone,” he whispered.I surged to my feet. “I know that!”The power inside me pulsed an unbearable force that demanded release. The bond—I couldn’t feel it. It had snapped like a brittle twig, and in its absence, all that remained was a hollow, gnawing void. I had lost her.And I had no idea how
"If you do this, you may not return the same."The rogue's voice slithered through the dimly lit cavern, a warning laced with something Lucien couldn’t quite decipher—was it fear? Amusement? He didn’t care. His fingers tightened around the hilt of the ancient dagger, its surface pulsing with a power he barely understood."I don't care," Lucien said, his voice edged with raw desperation. "I'm bringing her back."The rogue tilted his head, his silver eyes flickering with curiosity. "Even if it costs you everything?"Lucien didn't hesitate. "Even then."A slow smile crept across the rogue’s lips. "Very well, Alpha. But understand this—breaking the natural order isn't just about defying fate. It’s about rewriting it. And fate," he leaned in, voice barely above a whisper, "doesn't like to be rewritten."Lucien ignored him. He had made his choice.Cassia was gone. Stolen from him by forces he could not see, dragged into the Shadow Realm where no living creature could follow. The Oracle had
"Cassia..."Lucien's voice was hoarse, barely above a whisper. His body trembled as he held her, his vision hazy, his breath shallow.Cassia gasped, her lungs burning as if she had been drowning in an endless abyss. Shadows clung to her skin, wisps of dark mist curling around her like unseen chains. She blinked rapidly, her mind struggling to process where she was—who she was.Then she saw him.Lucien.His face hovered above hers, his normally cold, merciless eyes burning with an unnatural silver light. But something was wrong. His grip on her was too tight, his body rigid, as though he was barely holding himself together."Lucien…" Her voice cracked, her hands reaching up to cup his face, to make sure he was real. "What did you do?"His gaze flickered, his jaw tightening. "I saved you," he rasped. "And I'd do it again."Cassia's heart pounded. The last thing she remembered was the void—the absolute nothingness of death. The moment when she had felt herself slipping away, unable to fi
"Lucien, you're scaring me."I barely recognized my own voice. It came out shaky, and uneven. My pulse hammered against my ribs as I stared up at him. The man before me—the Alpha who had tormented me, broken me and claimed me—was no longer just a man.His body was rigid, his breathing uneven. His pupils had dilated into thin slits, like a predator locked onto its prey. His grip on my wrist was firm but trembling like he was fighting something inside himself.Then he spoke."Run."One word. A single command.I didn't move.I couldn't."Lucien, talk to me." I reached up, touching his face, my fingers trembling as they traced the sharp lines of his jaw. His skin burned hot, unnatural heat radiating from him.His nostrils flared. His eyes flickered, a war waging behind them. "Cassia…" His voice was raw, strained. "I can feel it. Something inside me—it's hungry."A chill crept down my spine.I swallowed hard. "Then fight it."His jaw clenched, his breath coming in ragged bursts. "I don’t k
"Cassia!"Lucien's voice cut through the darkness as I tumbled backward, ripped from his grasp. My scream echoed into the void, swallowed by shadows that twisted and coiled around me like living tendrils.I fought against them, my nails clawing at the empty space, my body thrashing in a desperate attempt to break free. The cold seeped into my bones, an unnatural force tightening around my chest like iron chains.Then, I saw him.Lucien lunged, his silver eyes blazing with fury, his claws extended as he reached for me. But just as his fingers brushed against mine—he vanished.I was alone.The shadows whispered, their voices weaving into my mind, slithering through my thoughts like serpents."He is lost.""You were never meant to be his.""The power inside you does not belong to him."I clenched my fists, anger surging through me. "Shut up!"The whispers turned into laughter, a hollow, bone-chilling sound that sent a shudder through my spine.Then, a shape emerged from the darkness.A w
"Lucien," I whispered, my voice trembling. "I know something's wrong. I can feel it in my bones."He didn’t answer immediately, his gaze locked on the map spread out before him. The flickering light of the fire cast eerie shadows over his face, but the hardness in his expression never wavered. It had become a familiar look—a mask he wore to hide the pain, the fears, the things he never shared with me. His anger had only grown over the past few weeks, and I could see it now, on the edge of every movement, every word he spoke."It’s nothing," he said, his tone cold, though his eyes never met mine. "We’re fine. The pack’s united."But I knew better. Something was slipping through our fingers—something dangerous. The strange tension among the pack, the whispered conversations that stopped when I entered rooms, the sudden shift in the way the others treated me, even Lucien. I couldn’t shake the feeling that someone in the council had turned against us, against him.It wasn’t just my intuit
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