CHAPTER THREE
-WILHELMINA-
I sat listlessly at my vanity, staring at the vase of red roses my soon-to-be husband had sent. The flowers stood tall and proud, their petals unfurling like a lover's promise, but they offered her no solace. The reality of my situation seeped further into my mind as the fresh scent of the roses tainted the air, reminding me of the prestigious life I would soon be entangled in. My heart throbbed within the cage of my ribs, akin to a bird desperately trying to escape its confines.
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CHAPTER THREE-WILHELMINA-The following day, the sun began its ascent and its rays peeked through the parted curtains, illuminating the opulent suite. I rose early, my sleep having been restless and disturbed. The room, although majestic in design with its high ceilings and lavishly draped windows, felt empty and too large for one person to inhabit. The ornate furniture was made of rich mahogany and the bed was luxuriously dressed with velvet quilts and silk pillows that were fluffed to perfection. On the walls, priceless art hung in ornate frames that told stories of battles won and lost, of love found and squandered.
CHAPTER THREE-WILHELMINA-My morning at Gravemaw Manor passed in a blur of silk and lace as Trisha meticulously oversaw the fitting of my wedding dress. Despite the excitement that was supposed to accompany such preparations, a growing sense of unease gnawed at me. All the while, Boris' words hung over my head - a dark cloud poised to pour.When the gilded clock in the corner chimed two, I excused myself from Trisha's relentless scrutiny and made my way to Boris' office. The servants moved like wraiths around the manor, their hushed whispers echoing through vast corridors as I pass
[WARNING: This episode involves forced relations! If you find it uncomfortable, please be caution!]CHAPTER THREE-WILHELMINA-Boris broke the silence with a loud cough, causing us to turn and face him. His dark eyes held a dangerous glint. "Thorin, shouldn't you be off helping Weldon train the other warriors."His tone was clipped, a subtle rebuke in his words. Thorin, seemingly not affected, nodded at him. "Of course, Alpha," he
CHAPTER THREE-WILHELMINA-Cold fear gripped me as I realized the gravity of my situation. I was alone with a man who saw me as nothing more than a prize to be claimed, his Luna... and there was no escape. Boris's hand was like iron on my wrist, his other hand fisting my gown as he bunched it up, exposing my thighs. My mind raced, trying to think of a way out of this situation. As he kissed and nipped at my exposed skin, I knew I had to act fast, or I risked losing any semblance of control left.Gathering all my strength, I brought my knee up hard into his crotch. Boris's gr
CHAPTER FOUR-ANTONIO-The grand hall of the Lycan Kingdom was a sight to behold, fitting for a celebration of the cherished Princess Alina's coming of age. A colossal room, adorned ornately at every corner, shone brightly under the glint of countless chandeliers that hung like stars in an impossibly high ceiling. The marble floor reflected the glittering lights, casting a warm, ethereal glow throughout the room. On one end of the hall stood an immense table set for a feast. Heaping platters of roast game and fish filled the air with tantalizing smells, while fruits and pastries were artfully arranged on delicate china. Silver goblets br
CHAPTER FOUR-ANTONIO-There was another pause before Kinnison began again, "Brother, we must not let the weight of expectation shackle our spirit. We are bound by duty, true, but we are also free men with our own passions and dreams." His words echoed through the garden, resonating with the soft rustle of leaves in the cool night breeze.Antonio turned to look at him, his blue eyes meeting Kinnison under the silvery moonlight. A small smile played on his lips as he picked up his flute again. "Always so wise and noble, my brother," he said, his voice laced with sincere admir
CHAPTER ONE-WILHELMINA-The long-awaited day had arrived, heralding the commencement of the revered Alpha Games. Participating in this event was a dream come true for me. Imagine this – if I win, I’ll be crowned the Alpha of the legendary Gravemaw Hounds! It's been my ultimate dream since I was knee-high to a grasshopper. I've always had my sights set on leading the pack, ever since I can remember. And now, with victory in my sight, that dream feels closer than ever.Excitement pulsed through my veins as I paced back and forth in the locker room, eagerly anticipating the start of the games. The early morning light filtered in, casting a soft glow on the empty space around me. Just a few early risers were scattered about, like eager bees buzzing before the hive comes to life. But soon enough, the place would be bustling with energy and anticipation as all the other competitors arrive. The calm before the storm, they say. Well, I can’t wait for the storm to hit!The locker room burst o
CHAPTER ONE-WILHELMINA-The Alpha Games had been going on for approximately one week now, and today marked the final showdown. The competition had initially consisted of over a hundred highly skilled and experienced alpha werewolves. But as the days passed, that number steadily decreased until only three remained. Boris Gravemaw was an expected finalist, known for his incredible strength and clever tactics. However, I, Wilhelmina Growler, was a surprising addition, using a combination of intelligence and brute force to succeed. And finally, my older brother Weldon - a master strategist - completed the trio.The final event was set at midnight during the full moon, when our transformations were at their peak. The rules were simple; whoever could retrieve the Alpha's Crown from the heart of the treacherous Dark Woods and bring it back to the pack grounds was the new Alpha. The Crown, a symbolic relic, was set deep within the forest, surrounded by traps and challenges designed to test o