Pain was all I knew.
It lived beneath my skin, it had been a constant companion, which had been whispering in my bones. I had forgotten what it felt like to exist without it. The bruises had faded into my flesh, with permanent reminders of a life that wasn’t my own. The scars—jagged, uneven—were stories I could never tell. Not with words. Not with a voice I no longer had. I sat in the iron cage, with my wrists shackled, the cold metal biting into my skin hurts.
Looking up, I saw the rogues surrounding me laughing, their voices were thick with the scent of blood and whiskey, but I barely heard them. I kept my gaze low, as I focused on the filth-stained floorboards beneath me. Looking up only earned me pain and I couldn't bear that now.
I kept my gaze down because looking up earned me more pain.
“Think she’ll last long?” one of them sneered, his boot slamming against the bars of my cage. It hurt, but I endured it, I had been through worse.
“She’s a fighter” another chuckled, from the way he sounded, I could feel amusement dripping from his voice. “But fighters always break in the end.”
“You’ve been quiet for years, little dove. Makes me wonder if you even remember how to scream.”
I didn’t.
My voice had been stolen from me the day Sebastian Kane carved his mark into my flesh. That was the moment I had stopped being a person. That was the moment I had become property owned by him.
And now, I was being sold again to god knows where.
My stomach twisted at the thought and the pain hurts. Another Alpha. Another prison. Another nightmare. All to begin.
I closed my eyes tightly, avoiding the tears which had circulated to drop.
If I were lucky, I wouldn’t wake up at all. I had prayed for that several times, but my prayers weren't answered. Had never been answered.
The attack came unexpectedly.
One second, the rogues were jeering, boasting about the gold they would earn for their newest piece of merchandise. The next second, the night erupted with snarls and the wet sound of flesh tearing and blood splashing around.
Someone screamed from behind. The scent of blood grew thicker. The laughter quickly turned to terror, and the night was filled with terrified howls all around.
I curled in on myself, my hand trembling as I wrapped my head down.
It wasn’t fear that made me do that. It was my instinct. I had learned, over the years, that it was best to stay invisible when wolves clashed, so I was putting into practice.
There was sudden silence.
I waited.
Waited for the boot to strike. For the hand to grab my throat. For the nightmare to take shape.
But when I opened my eyes slowly, it wasn’t a rogue standing before me.
It was him.
He was massive. I had never seen a man as huge as he is. And though he was still, there was something about him—something terrifying—that made my heart slam against my ribs as if it would crack soon.
He was a wolf. But not just any wolf.
An Alpha.
Raising my eyes towards him, I found his eyes locked onto mine. A strange burnt in my stomach, it was an unfamiliar pull that made my breath hitch for a while. I didn’t understand it. I didn’t want to.
But the Alpha did.
His gaze darkened as he stared at me, his lips slightly parting as if he, too, was stunned by something unseen.
Mate!
The word was unspoken to me, I couldn't breathe, it was all like the air was suffocating for me. Yet, it crackled in the space between us.
My blood turned to ice instantly.
No.
Not again.
Not another prison.
My body reacted before my mind did, years of training overriding rational thought. I scrambled away from him. I wanted to disappear into tiny air where I wouldn't be seen again. Likewise, I wanted to vanish into the night before he could claim me, before he could take me the way Sebastian had. Not only that, but I was powerless, I couldn't disappear.
He didn’t move toward me either.
He only watched me from where he stood with a silent and unreadable expression on his face.
Then, slowly, as if sensing my fear, he kneeled before me.
I stiffened, filled with astonishment. He was lowering himself, not in a way that threatened me, but in a way that confused me.
Alphas never lowered themselves and not to nobody like me.
They stood tall. They command. Furthermore, they cast shadows over those beneath them. If I was not mistaken, that was what Sebastian does.
But he… he was kneeling right before me with an unreadable expression on his face.
I was terrified by the act But there was something in his gaze as he stared at me, something that made me hesitate for a while.
It wasn't a pity, It wasn’t ownership. I could say it was a promise. Perhaps a vow as he drops the most melting words to me.
“I won’t hurt you, dear little one,” he said.
I didn’t believe him, I couldn’t believe him.
Because every time I had trusted before, I had suffered for it and not this time again, would I trust?
And then, with a sigh, he reached forward for my hand. I flinched violently, pulling away from him. Did he want to take me away?
He froze for a while, seeing the expression on my face.
A flicker of something—something that looked almost like pain—crossed his face as he glanced at me this time.
He drew his hand back then he smiled.
“I’m taking you away from here,” he murmured, as if he wasn’t sure I would understand. “You’re not a prisoner anymore.”
Lies!!
I had heard those words before, I had believed them before, and still, I had bled.
I don't need the lies, I know I was born to live and die in pain, yes the moon goddess has cast the curse on me.
Furthermore, I had suffered, and I knew my suffering wouldn't end here.
The Alpha's hand reached into the cage—not to grab me, not to drag me out, but to unlatch the chains around my wrists.
The shackles fell away and for a second the pain in my hand subdued.
A sharp breath caught in my throat, I was released for the first time.
My mind screamed at me to run, run away from him and get my freedom. But my body was weak, trembling, and broken so it betrayed me.
I couldn’t move and couldn’t breathe.
And then, for the first time in years, something warm, and gentle touched my skin.
I was being lifted, carried, held in arms that should have felt like iron but somehow felt… safe for me.
I didn’t understand it and I didn’t want to.
What kind of Alpha kneels for a slave…. And carries her as if she matters?
I woke up feeling warmth. For as long as I could recall, my body had known only the bite of cold metal, the sting of a whip, and that of the rough scrape of stone beneath my skin.But this… this was different, the softness of the bed, with my body covered with a thick blanket. For a second, I couldn't believe it was me.My mind panicked before my body could react to it.Where am I?Sitting up in the bed, my breath was hitching heavily and just in, the room door swayed open, and a wave of dizziness struck me like a blow as I gripped. I figured I was standing in there and for a second, I dare not raise my face up.Standing at the door post was Killian Blackwood.The Alpha.Memories of the night before slammed into me- the rogues, the blood, the cage, and then his golden eyes.I twisted, my heart was pounding heavily but for a second no words, so I raised my head.He stood near the window, with his back to me. His arms were crossed around his chest.I barely breathed, his presence was s
Pain had been my closest companion for as long as I could remember, so wrapping itself around me like a second skin had been me. But this was different. This was new.Not the sharp sting of a whip that I had always gotten every day.Not the dull ache of hunger I always endure every day.This was something else—something warmer, heavier. Something that made my chest feel tight.It was him, Killian Blackwood.I could still feel the imprint of his hands on my skin, as he pulled me on the bed. He had held me—not like an Alpha taking what was his, not like a man claiming ownership. But like someone who had no intention of letting me fall.And I didn’t know how to handle that, so I was frozen in his arms.I forced myself to breathe, to think about the incident and I made my conclusion.I needed to leave.Before I lost myself in whatever dangerous illusion Killian was offering to me. I was not okay with his act. I had not been treated that way before and adjusting to it would be dangerous fo
The word echoed in my head, over and over again, like a curse I couldn’t outrun even when I tried hard to.Killian Blackwood had just claimed me in front of his Beta, in front of his pack. He had spoken the words with conviction, with certainty, as if it was that simple.But it wasn’t.It never was.I had spent years surviving in the shadows, knowing my place. Rogues weren’t claimed. We were discarded, hunted, erased from packs.And yet, here I was.Under his protection.Under his name.Under his rule.A mistake.It had to be.“You’re insane,” Elara muttered to him, raking a hand through her hair.The Council will rip you apart for this and you know.”Killian’s expression remained cold and unyielding as she spoke.“Let them try.”Elara let out a bitter laugh. “You were always reckless, but this? Claiming a rogue as yours? She’ll bring nothing but war to your doorstep, Killian. You know that.”Those words send tenses over me.Not because he was mistaken.Because he was right.I was a p
The attack has shaken the entire pack. Rogues were never allowed in the pack nor becoming the Alpha mate—making me the Luna.I sat curled myself on the massive bed, my fingers were buried in the soft fabric of my dress. My hands wouldn’t stop shaking.I squeezed my eyes shut, but it didn’t help as those words kept ranging in my head.The memory of the pack enforcer's snarling face flashed behind my eyelids. One moment, I was feeling the sun on my skin for the first time in years. The next, I was on the ground, the weight of what next Elara the beta would do.And then… Killian.The way he commanded the enforcers, making them back down as he still chooses me.I should have felt safe by those words he said.But all I could feel was terror.My body is still remembered. Bloodied hands. Harsh voices. The cruel laughter of those who had hurt me before. My mind couldn’t separate the past from the present.I had flinched when Killian turned to me, his chest rising and falling with fury writt
You could feel the forest air which was thick with tension filled in it, every breath was lanced with the scent of blood and battle. I barely had a moment to recover from Sebastian’s cruel grip before chaos erupted again, I turned abruptly. Killian was fast to lunge at Luther, their snarls and the clash of their fists breaking the suffocating silence of the night. My heart was pounding violently against my ribs as I stumbled backward, my vision was swimming with fear and desperation in it. Sebastian’s words still lingered in my mind as I stared at him, his sinister smirk was haunting me like a ghost I could never escape. I wanted to escape from it but it was clear I can't escape from it. The moment my body reacted, I realized I wasn’t just standing there anymore—I was running. Running away from Sebastian. Running away from being captured. Running toward my freedom to start a new life. My instincts were screaming at me to flee, to vanish into the darkness where I will never be seen ag
I woke with a start, my breath was coming in sharper than expected, the shallow gasps as the cold air bite of reality hit me hard. The scent of pine trees, and the earth dust filled my senses, but there was an unfamiliar sharpness to it which I didn't understand. My eyes flashed open, I was struggling to adjust to the dim lighting which was around me.I was in a room which was far too nice to be an old abandoned tent, but it didn’t have the comfort of home as expected. I blinked my eyes rapidly, trying to make sense of my surroundings, but something was off for me. My pulse quickened as I noticed the figures which had gathered around me.There were faces I didn’t recognize, I hadn't seen before, their eyes were sharp and calculating at a time and they stared at me with suspicion which I didn't get. Some of them were wary, others were openly hostile toward. I didn’t need to be told that I wasn’t welcome here. The tension in the air was thick enough to cut with a knife.“Where am I?” I
Darius stepped closer to Killian, his eyes locked on mine instead of his. He had a cold, calculating look in his eyes as he stared at me, as if he was already assessing my worth. “I’m the one who keeps this pack safe, Killian. And bringing her here? That’s a risk we can’t afford. It's not about you but about the pack” His eyes flashed back to the other wolves.“Not when she’s tied to Sebastian. His scent is all over her and he will surely come for her”I felt a chill go through my body sending goosebumps over my body. They were all right, weren’t they? I was in danger. I was the threat to their pack. I hated to accept the fact. I feel the pressure of their criticism was pressing down on me. But I couldn’t change who I was, I wished I could do that. I would gladly do it, running away from Sebastian and gaining my freedom like every other wolf. But I couldn’t change what Sebastian had done to me. Before anyone else could speak up, the door to the room slammed open again, and a figure wa
My heart was beating faster than ever in my chest, it was as if my ribs were breaking sooner. I couldn’t breathe. I couldn’t think properly. But I knew one thing for sure—this assassin holding me knew something deep about me. And worse of it all, I knew him. Yes I do. His scent and voice gave me a clue. My breath caught. I was fully ready to make a move. Hit him off and escaped from his grip, but my body betrayed me just when I needed the help most— I suddenly became frozen not from fear, but from the recognition.The scent I perceived was a ghost of my past. The warm cedarwood which was laced with a hint of burnt amber filled the environment. The scent of someone I once trusted. Someone who was the last expected to do this."Micah," I gasped, freezing in shock. I wanted to convince myself I was dreaming. Micah can't! He can't come all the way long to assassinate me.My eyes were just piercing through the blade in his hand which was trembling slightly at my throat. His facial express
Killian's povThe halls echoed like a tomb which was filled with silence, each step I took it was bouncing back with hollow finality. Every footfall was a grim drumbeat, a chilling reminder of the silence Selene had been forced to endure. My boots struck the marble floor with a rhythm that felt too calm, too deliberate, for the tempest tearing through my veins. The air itself was heavy—thick with judgment, tension, and the memory of her nearly dying.Raven’s confession rang in my skull, louder than the whispers that chased me through the corridors like shadows with teeth.He had tried to use the poison to kill selene or better still as he said to crippled her. And he had nearly succeeded in doing that if not only for the divine intervention of Luca. What haunted me wasn’t just the attempt—it was how close he had come to fulfilling it. How precise his plan had been. How utterly personal.He didn’t charge at her with a sword or strike from the shadows with a dagger.No.He chose somet
Killian’s POVThe door slammed shut behind me as I stepped into the private underground chamber—the place where secrets came to rot and the truth was dragged out, screaming if it had to. The torches on the stone walls flickered with an orange glow, casting sharp shadows on the face of the man chained to the wall like a broken dog. Raven. The traitor. The snake who slithered into our Pack and infected it with poison.I sank into the heavy obsidian chair at the far end of the room. It was carved from stone and enchanted to enhance my Alpha presence—a symbol of judgment and execution. My fingers drummed lightly on the armrest as I studied him. Raven was barely conscious, blood crusted at the corner of his mouth, eyes swollen from earlier beatings. But the bastard still had the nerve to smirk.Elara stood beside him, arms folded, her fingers itching to strike again. She’d been interrogating him since I sent her—while I stayed behind. My mind immediately thought of Selene. My mate. My reas
After testing if my body system was working now, I was so excited, so was Luca and Killian. Killian moved closer, took my hands and gave me a hug then he made me sit down. Shivers run down my spine as our body collides. I didn't flinch. I didn't move. I just accosted the hug. After a few discussions between the both, I couldn't hear them well. I knew I was back to life again but my body was still weak and my vision was blurring.“She needs some sleep now, maybe when she wakes her body system will be better than now,” Luca said to Killian. From the edge of my eyes I saw him pierce his eyes on me and he leaves the room. Leaving me all alone in the room.Slowly I closed my eyes and slept off.The first thing I felt when I woke again wasn’t pain—it was emptiness in me.I lay still for a long time after my hand was staring at the ceiling above me, a soft flickering glow from the lantern casting shadows that danced like whispers I couldn’t hear. The weight in my chest hadn’t left; in fac
The world came back to me in scattered pieces, like a puzzle slowly falling into place. First, there was darkness—soft, suffocating, and oddly comforting. Then came a flicker of something—light, maybe? A sensation brushing against my skin like a whisper. I wasn’t sure where I was or what was happening, but I knew one thing: I wasn’t dead. Not yet. I was coming back to life. The pressure of a mattress cradled my aching body. My limbs felt like they had turned to stone, each muscle screaming with fatigue. The weight of the blankets was oppressive and yet oddly reassuring. I could smell something faint—herbs and blood, maybe a hint of smoke? It grounded me, reminded me of the battlefield I had fought through, of the pain that had consumed me.My eyelids fluttered open with great effort, as though they were being pried apart by invisible fingers. Even in the dim lighting, it felt blinding. My vision was blurry at first—shapes swimming before me like ghosts. Slowly, the room began to shar
Day seven arrived without warning. The night faded into gray, and morning didn’t feel like morning anymore. There was no chirping of birds outside my window, no warmth breaking through the glass. Only cold, still air pressing against my skin like a second, unwanted blanket. My body felt heavier than yesterday. My eyes flickered open but didn’t move to scan the room. It took too much effort. Even blinking felt like a decision.The scent of herbs was stronger today. It burned the inside of my nose and made my stomach twist. A part of me wanted to turn my head away, but that part no longer listened. My limbs felt like wet cloth—useless and slack.I heard Luca before I saw him. His soft footsteps entered the room, quiet but sure, followed by the faint clink of glass. He always tried not to make noise. He thought silence helped. Maybe it did. Maybe it didn’t. But today, it only made the room feel emptier."Selene," Luca whispered, his voice close to my ear. I didn’t turn to him. I didn’t b
Killian’s POVI walked away from the room slowly, each step heavier than the last. My boots echoed down the hallway, but the sound did little to distract me from the storm inside my head. My chest felt tight, like something invisible had its grip on me, refusing to let go. I didn’t look back. I couldn’t. Not after seeing Selene like that—so still, so pale, her breaths barely there.The silence in the hallway didn’t match the noise in my mind. A thousand questions swirled like a hurricane. Was I doing the right thing? Could I save her? Could she survive this? And if she didn’t... what would I become?I remembered Elder Garrick’s words."If she dies before the moon rises, the pack will turn on you. The pack must have a Luna."He never said it aloud, but we both knew who he meant—Elara. My beta wolf. My most trusted warrior. She was fierce, loyal, and strong. Everything a Luna should be on paper.But Selene... Selene was different.She was broken, mute, and slowly dying.Yet somehow, she
Killian’s POVThe elder’s council room was cold and filled with heavy silence. I stood by the window, arms folded, jaw tight. The scent of incense burned low in the corner, but it did nothing to calm my nerves. Elara sat to my right, hands folded neatly in her lap. Chief Elder Garrick entered last, his long cloak dragging slightly behind him as he moved to his seat. He didn’t sit yet. He looked straight at me.“The Moonlight Celebration is five nights away, Alpha,” he said, voice low but firm. “Have you brought your mate-to-be forward for preparation?”I clenched my jaw before I answered. “That’s why we’re here.”He finally sat down. Elara turned her head slightly towards his direction and then back to mine, she was watching me like she was waiting for something, maybe waiting for me to say something.“I need more time,” I said in a cool dry voice. “Just a little.”Elder Garrick frowned. “Time is not something the moon waits for. The celebration date cannot be moved. It has been decid
The morning of day eight arrived like a ghost, silent and grim.There was no warmth in it, no softness from the rising sun. Just the dull light bleeding through the curtains and the weight in my chest pressing heavier than before. The scent of herbs filled the room, thick and cloying, but even that was faint to me now. I couldn’t lift my hand to wipe the sweat from my temple. I couldn’t ask for water. I couldn't even whisper.I hadn’t spoken a word in years—not since the trauma stole my voice—but now, even my hands refused to obey me. They trembled weakly whenever I tried to sign, and more often than not, my fingers just... gave up. It was like my body was already grieving the life it once had, before the poison began to eat away at what little strength I had left.Luca had finally said it aloud last night.“You’re not getting better, Selene,” he whispered, kneeling beside my bed, his voice barely hiding the tremble in it. “The poison is spreading too fast. Your heart is weakening.”A
The golden hue of evening spilled lazily through the tall windows, it was casting long shadows that danced across the marble floors . The room where I laid was quiet—too quiet. Only the soft ticking of the clock above the fireplace marked the passing time.I laid there, propped up by a few pillows, my limbs unmoving and cold under layers of blankets which lay on my chest. Luca had come in earlier, carefully adjusting my IV and murmuring soft words I barely registered in my head. My mind was wandering about as he spoke. I couldn't recall what he said but I knew for certain he said something, something encouraging. His presence was calming, but even that felt muted against the steady ache that had settled deep inside me. The poison had sunk its clue deeper inside of me. Every passing hour was becoming traumatic for me. The pain. I hadn’t been to class with Luca in days now. Not that I could move and he was also my healer. The lesson between us had been forced to pause everything con