Over the next few days, Adam diligently prepared for a memorial service at his Manor, intending to create a heartfelt tribute to honor the life of his beloved mother. Amani, deeply saddened by the loss, offered her heartfelt condolences to Adam and couldn't help but admire his composure in the face of Bianca's passing. Adam found comfort in the knowledge that his mother had lived a long, fulfilling life and had peacefully drifted away in her sleep. Adam's perspective helped ease the pain in Amani’s own grieving heart, allowing her to maintain a semblance of emotional control. In an effort to keep her mind occupied, she graciously volunteered to assist in preparing food for the service. Despite Adam's insistence that she needn't trouble herself, Amani insisted on doing something, anything, to occupy her mind during this difficult time. Unfortunately, Emily's behavior was beginning to wear on Amani's patience, her passive-aggressive actions becoming increasingly frustrating. Amani fo
Amani was thrilled to receive her invitation to the art gala, where she would have the opportunity to present her work as a contestant. As she read the invitation aloud to Adam, her excitement accentuated every word."The Royal Museum cordially invites Selene Draven to the annual Midsummer Art Gala, where she will compete alongside the finest artists that the Pack Lands has to offer. Please bring two of your most exceptional pieces to be judged by our esteemed committee. The Grand Prize Winner will receive five hundred Lunars, a chance to have your art displayed in the prestigious Blackclaw Museum, and a special prize to be announced on the evening of the event!" Amani's joy was undeniable as she jumped up and hugged Adam.He held her tightly, his embrace lingering a bit longer than usual, but Amani was too elated to think much of it."This is absolutely fantastic, Amani. I am so happy for you. I have no doubt that you will emerge as the winner," Adam declared confidently."Even if I
Malakai followed Amani's scent into the museum, his heart pounding with anticipation. He had casually scanned the list of contestants before leaving the palace, curious if she would be among them. After all, she was the most talented artist he had ever encountered, and he believed that her extraordinary gift would leave the judges utterly astounded.The moment he stepped inside, a wave of surprised guests surged toward him, eager to bask in his presence. Skillfully navigating through the crowd, Malakai focused on following Amani's scent, leading him to the rows of art stations set up by the contestants. Steph caught up to him, perplexed by his behavior and unaware of his intentions. Suddenly, an event coordinator blocked his path, bringing him to an unwelcome halt."Your Highness!" A woman exclaimed, gracefully curtsying before Malakai. "It is the utmost honor to have you grace this year's gala with your esteemed presence. I am Rebecca, and I would be delighted to...""Excuse me," Mal
Amani had to stay in the city for a couple of days while Adam received treatment at a local medical center. It was crucial for him to rest and regain enough strength to shift into his wolf and make a full recovery. Amani allowed Emily to stay by his side, opting to give her some space. Amani decided that it was best for them both, as she was afraid that she might kill Emily for how she had been treating her, not to mention exposing her true identity. Amani found accommodation at a local Inn, where they refused to accept any payment. The townspeople seemed intimidated by Amani now that they knew who she truly was, and were cautious not to do anything that might upset the Prince.Even the following morning, as Amani walked to the market to gather herbs for her medicinal potion, she noticed that nobody would meet her gaze or even offer a smile. Unfazed, she chose not to hide her scars anymore, displaying them proudly for the world to see. After all, the truth had already been revealed.
Meanwhile, Steph decided to pay Emily a visit at the medical center. They took a quiet walk together, finding a secluded spot where they could have a private conversation, shielded from potential eavesdroppers."What can I do for you, my lady?" Emily inquired politely."Oh, I simply wanted to meet the brave slave girl who rushed to her master's side when he needed her," Steph said with fabricated admiration. "When I saw you, I thought to myself, 'She and I are going to be good friends.’”"We are?" Emily looked genuinely puzzled.Steph gently placed her hand on Emily's shoulder, making a conscious effort to conceal any signs of repulsion that she felt. "Absolutely! We have so much in common, you and I.""We do?" Emily responded, still uncertain."Mhm... for example, I can tell that you are deeply in love with your master, and I am equally in love with my Prince," Steph said, her eyes revealing her longing. "Unfortunately, there seems to be one irritating problem standing in the way of
Malakai spent two days roaming the hills in his wolf form, unable to escape the constant replay of the night at the gala. The moment he saw Amani, he had been prepared to give up everything for her, to beg for her forgiveness and whisk her away to a place where they could be together forever. But instead, he had succumbed to his possessive instincts, unleashing the beast within him and acting like a crazed animal. In the process, he had even harmed Amani, causing him to believe that she would never want anything to do with him again. Seeing Amani living a seemingly joyful life before his arrival shattered Malakai's heart. The way she had looked at him that night mirrored the same loathing she had shown when he first brought her to the palace. Did she no longer love him anymore? Was she now in love with that man, allowing him to touch her in ways only Malakai had before? The mere thought of Amani being intimate with someone else made him want to tear out his own heart. When Malakai
Steph hurriedly rushed to her father's chambers, clutching the letter that had just arrived from Emily. The overwhelming joy she felt was a rare sensation. With anticipation bubbling inside her, she knocked on her father's door, eager for him to grant her entry.As Jax swung open the door, his eyes fell upon the radiant smile adorning his daughter's face, instantly thawing his cold, black heart. There was no denying the favoritism he harbored towards Steph, considering her to be a reflection of himself, while viewing Archer as soft and spineless."Good morning, Princess. What has you smiling so beautifully today?" Jax inquired.Steph wrapped her arms around Jax, holding him tight with a determined grip. “Oh, I just have the best father in the world, willing to do anything for his little girl.”Jax’s brow furrowed with skepticism, his discerning gaze piercing through her facade. “Alright, what do you want, and how much is it going to cost me?”Casting a cautious glance around, Steph en
“What the hell did you just do, Jax?!” Archer shouted, darting towards Adam’s lifeless body.Jax stalked closer to Amani, and she stepped back, gut-wrenching fear evident in her eyes. He ruthlessly gripped her by the throat, yanking her towards him, crashing her body against his.“Don’t fucking touch her!” Archer bellowed.Archer lunged, delivering a powerful strike to the side of Jax’s head, causing him to stumble and release Amani. With a roar of anger, Jax tackled Archer to the ground, smashing his fists into Archer’s face. With a rush of adrenaline, Archer blocked Jax’s blows and retaliated with a brutal headbutt, knocking Jax onto his back. Archer loomed over him, raining down a lifetime of suppressed resentment and rage.“You… sick… mother… fucker!” Archer yelled, each word punctuated by a savage strike to Jax’s face.The three other men rushed in, yanking Archer off Jax, then unleashed a barrage of stomps and kicks on him without mercy.“Stop!!” Amani cried. “Leave him alone!!”
—Three years later—The Kingdom of Bloodmoon had blossomed into a beacon of unity and prosperity, standing as a symbol of what could be achieved when packs merged their strength and purpose. Malakai and Amani now ruled from a magnificent new palace, a grand structure of towering stone and glass that overlooked the thriving lands they called home. The borders of what was once Blackclaw and Bloodmoon had been redrawn, and the newly united kingdom stretched far and wide, its people flourishing under their reign.In these years of peace, a new council had been appointed, and among them stood Darius, the Prime Alpha. His journey from Alpha Saul’s trusted Beta to a leader in his own right had earned him this prestigious title. He had proven his worth in the most trying of times, displaying the strength, wisdom, and compassion that made him worthy of the role. Now, he stood at the forefront of governance alongside Malakai and Amani, ensuring the kingdom remained just and fair.The Rogue Land
In the heart of Blackclaw, the main square was packed with every member of the kingdom. The air buzzed with anticipation as they all waited for the Royal Council to make their announcement. A raised platform stood at the center of the square, where the Prime Alpha and the Council members had gathered. The sun hung high in the sky, casting long shadows over the crowd, its warmth heralding the start of a new beginning.The Prime Alpha, tall and imposing, stepped forward. His voice echoed through the square, strong and clear. “Today, we bear witness to the rise of a new Alpha of Blackclaw,” he began, his eyes scanning the sea of people. "A new Alpha King who has proven himself not only by blood, but by strength, by honor, and by the love of his people."Before he could continue, the sound of footsteps—steady, commanding—rose above the murmur of the crowd. Heads turned as soldiers parted, and there, striding forward hand-in-hand, were Malakai and Amani. The people gasped, awe and reverenc
Amani let out a heart-wrenching yelp, her wolf howling in anguish as she watched Malakai fall. Her entire body trembled, her green eyes wide with panic and pain. She could see Malakai struggling, his legs weak and shaking as he tried to get back up, but his movements were sluggish, labored, the life draining from him with every passing second.King Zander circled Malakai now, his teeth bared in a cruel, triumphant snarl. His eyes gleamed with arrogance, a sneer twisting his lips as he watched his son struggle. “Is this all you have, boy?” Zander growled, his voice oozing with scorn. “Get up and die with your dignity!”Malakai’s body shook as he attempted to rise, his muscles straining, but his strength betrayed him. His paws buckled beneath him, and he crashed back down to the blood-soaked earth, hacking up blood.Amani’s heart felt like it was tearing apart as she watched him. Her soul screamed with pain and desperation. “Kai, get up… please.” Her voice broke through his fog of pain,
The sun had just crested the horizon, casting long golden rays over the battlefield, as if nature itself was marking the start of a new day — one that would end with a kingdom’s fate decided in blood. Malakai and Amani stood side by side in their wolf forms with their army of wolves standing fiercely behind them, stretched as far as the eye could see. On the opposite side, King Zander stood at the head of his own army, composed of the most powerful Alphas from the Pack Lands, their own armies standing just as formidable. They, too, were in their wolf forms, muscles tense, their eyes glinting with the same deadly readiness.The King’s gaze locked onto Malakai, his eyes cold and calculating. There was no remorse, no regret—only arrogance, as if he already knew how this fight would end. Malakai’s fury was barely contained, his gaze burning with years of betrayal and the raw need for justice.The Royal Council watched from the side in human form, mounted on their horses. They sat as impa
Malakai’s massive wolf form lunged toward Darius, their snarls and growls filling the air as the two locked in a fierce sparring match. Claws scraped against the ground, and the thudding sound of their bodies colliding echoed through the clearing. Darius countered Malakai’s attack with a sharp snap of his jaws, but Malakai was faster, his dark, hulking figure moving with terrifying precision. His eyes, flickering between blue and black, betrayed the storm of rage building inside him, the same fury that would fuel him for the inevitable battle at sunrise.From a distance, Amani watched, her heart in her throat. She stood with Archer and Maggie, their forms shadowed by the trees, far enough away to avoid being a distraction, but close enough to see the intensity of Malakai’s movements. He was pushing himself hard—too hard—and she could sense the weight of his determination, the ferocity of his resolve.“He doesn’t understand,” Amani muttered, her voice barely above a whisper. Her gaze r
Amani entered her tent, her eyes landing on Malakai sitting on the cot, just as she expected. She had figured he’d be here, a respite away from the crowd. His hand traced the healed wound on his abdomen, though he quickly pulled his shirt down the moment she entered, trying to keep her from worrying more than she already did.She crossed the tent, her gaze lingering on him as she sat beside him on the cot. “Doesn’t look like that scar is going away any time soon,” she said softly, her tone laced with concern.“I don’t care about the scar,” he replied, his voice low and distracted.Amani tilted her head, watching him more closely. “What is it, Kai?” She asked, her brow furrowed. “You left in the middle of the briefing. We’ve all decided not to wait for your father’s army to return. We’re going to storm the palace—there’s a good chance the other packs haven’t arrived yet, they’ll never expect us to counterattack so soon. I really believe we can win this war.”“There won’t be a war,” Mal
Amani burst out of the tent, her senses immediately assaulted by the chaos of battle. The night was alive with the savage cries of wolves and the clash of bodies, the once-quiet camp now a maelstrom of violence. Amani’s heart beat with the rhythm of Malakai’s, the bond between them fueling her strength, guiding her through the brutality. She could feel him with her, his presence a steady anchor in the storm.As Amani carved her path through the battlefield, she was a whirlwind of lethal precision. She moved with predatory elegance, each strike a dance of power and skill. She ripped through her foes with ruthless efficiency, her claws and fangs tearing through their defenses, leaving a trail of defeated adversaries in her wake.She surged forward, her wolf form a fiery trail of crimson and silver as she darted through the fray, her eyes locking onto Daniela and Steven. They were surrounded, the two of them desperately fending off the vicious onslaught of two large wolves. Their snarls
As Amani’s fangs sank into Malakai’s flesh, a sudden jolt of energy surged through her, stronger than anything she’d felt before. It was as if the world around her blurred for a moment, then dissolved entirely, leaving her in a place that was neither here nor there—a space beyond time, beyond reality. Her vision swirled with brilliant colors, then settled, revealing an ethereal scene.Suspended in the vastness of the cosmos, was a luminous, iridescent egg. Its shell shimmered with a soft, otherworldly glow, shifting between shades of deep violet and radiant silver, like the night sky encapsulated in a single fragile sphere. Inside the cosmic egg, two small wolves played, their forms glowing with a light that seemed to come from within.The first was Zayn, a sleek black wolf, his fur dark as midnight, with a powerful yet gentle presence. He moved with a confident grace, his large paws barely making a sound as he playfully chased after the smaller wolf beside him.The other was Seraphin
Darius and the soldiers moved swiftly, their steps urgent as they carried Malakai’s unconscious form into the medical tent. Amani followed close behind, her eyes wide with fear, heart pounding in her chest. The warm, coppery scent of his blood filled the air, mingling with the scent of antiseptic and herbs inside the tent. The tension was thick, oppressive, as every soldier felt the gravity of the situation.Maggie was already waiting, her hands steady but her eyes sharp with concern. When her gaze fell upon Malakai, a gasp escaped her lips, and her face paled. The sight of the darkening veins around the gaping wound made her stomach twist with dread.“Oh dear Goddess, what happened?!” Maggie’s voice trembled as she rushed forward, her hands moving instinctively to assess the damage.“He’s been hit with silver, Maggie,” Amani’s voice cracked with desperation. “Please… please help him.”Maggie’s eyes darkened with understanding, and she immediately took charge. “Call the Physician! Get