Malakai stumbled in with his Beta Archer and a few other members of his patrol. Amani noticed immediately how unkempt he looked. His dress shirt was only halfway buttoned and half tucked in under his open suit jacket. His unruly hair looked as if he had merely run his fingers through it a few times and called it a day."Father, what a magnificent celebration you have here!" Malakai exclaimed, grabbing two champagne glasses off a servant's tray and swiftly downing them both. He carelessly dropped the empty glasses, causing everyone to startle at the sound of them shattering.Without missing a beat, Malakai grabbed another glass of champagne and raised it in the air. "Allow me to be the first to toast in your honor." He began to stumble towards the King, almost losing his footing, but Archer quickly came to his aid. Malakai brushed him off with a dismissive wave. "I'm good, I'm good," he reassured, trying to maintain his composure."Malakai, why don't you come and have a seat?" The King
Amani couldn't bring herself to finish her meal after the scene the Royal Family put on. She wasn't quite ready to retire for the night as it was still early, so she went for a walk in the garden to get some fresh air. She had a strong urge to check on the Prince, but after their little dispute that morning, she wasn't sure how to approach him, especially in his current drunken state.The distant music and laughter from the party echoed softly as she sat on a bench near the pond, watching the koi fish and slipping into a daze. She missed her mother and father deeply and would give anything to be held in their arms again. The pain of never having the chance to see her father one last time before his passing tore at her heart. He had been tirelessly overseeing the preparations for her party, ensuring every detail was perfect.The last time she saw him was the night before. Unable to sleep, she had gone to see him in his study, where he would tell her stories about the Alphas of Bloodmoo
When Amani returned to her chambers, she had Penelope run her a bath. She stayed in there for what felt like hours, until the water turned cold. She needed to wash away the stench of that despicable Beta. The mere thought of his hands on her made her feel dirty. She felt even dirtier knowing that she wore his marks on her skin. The idea of scrubbing them away until there was no more flesh left crossed her mind.Finally, she climbed into bed and surrendered to the exhaustion from the day's events. In the depths of her sleep, she abruptly woke up, feeling a strong and heavy body pressing down on her. His hand firmly gripped her bare breast while he suckled on the other. The urge to scream welled up within her, but before she could, he tugged on her nipple with his teeth, sending an electrifying sensation coursing through her entire body.A soft moan escaped her lips as she instantly recognized the presence on top of her. Despite the darkness that enveloped her chambers, she knew without
Amani and Maggie stood over Malakai's unconscious body, which lay on the floor, covered in the sheet Amani had hastily wrapped around him."You hit him with a lantern!?" Maggie exclaimed, her voice filled with shock and disbelief."He was going to take advantage of me!" Amani defended."You can't take advantage of your mate. It's your duty!" Maggie insisted."My duty?!" Amani grumbled, her voice dripping with annoyance. "I'm sorry, Maggie, but I'd like to think my place in this world is more than letting him pump into me whenever he's drunk and horny! Besides, I don't have a wolf, and he was not in his right frame of mind. He would have gone all animalistic on my body! He could have seriously hurt me."Maggie let out a long sigh, her resistance fading. "Well, I suppose you're right."Amani leaned down and gently placed her hand on Malakai's chest, anxiously checking to ensure he was still breathing. "Is he going to be alright?" she asked, her voice laced with concern."It's going to t
It was high noon when Malakai finally woke up in his chambers the next day. The ray of sunshine that gleamed through his window felt like shards of glass piercing his brain. He had indulged in more than his fair share of alcohol the previous evening and was now heavily paying the price for it.Aside from a very sweet yet familiar taste lingering on his lips, his body ached as if he had fought off a pack of wolves all at once, and his head felt like it would explode at any given moment. He desperately needed to shift so that he could rid himself of this hangover once and for all.As he made his way down the grand palace stairs of the East Wing, he caught sight of Archer waiting at the bottom, a mischievous smile playing on his face."What the hell are you smiling about?" Malakai demanded to know.Archer let out a hearty laugh. "You look like shit.""You know, if you weren't my best friend, I'd have to kill you for that comment." The Prince playfully grabbed Archer in a chokehold, and a
Amani was heading back to her chambers when she heard the Prince and his Beta turning down the same hall, their laughter roaring through the corridor. They were both shirtless, and their hair was drenched in sweat, indicating that they had just returned from a run. As they stopped in front of her, Malakai's smile quickly dissolved into a more serious expression."Hello, Amani," Malakai said softly."Good afternoon, Your Highness," Amani curtsied gracefully."You look absolutely beautiful today," the Prince complimented, as his gaze swept over her.Amani's cheeks flushed with a tinge of pink as she replied, "Thank you."Archer looked back and forth between the two with a silly grin on his face. Amani gave him a meaningful look, hoping that the young Beta would get the hint."Well, I think I'll go wash up now," Archer’s voice sliced through the awkward silence. He cast a playful glance at Malakai before he sauntered away."Sorry about him," the Prince said, flashing a lighthearted smile
Steph stormed around the palace, her anger consuming her. She had witnessed the entire exchange between the Prince and Amani, and it had pushed her to the brink of madness. The Prince never once looked at her the way he looked at Amani, nor did he ever ask her out on any romantic boat rides.All the Prince ever did was take Steph's body in the secrecy of his chambers, followed by his cold dismissal. She had poured her heart and soul into winning the Prince's love, but she began to believe that he was incapable of feeling anything at all. That is, until Amani came into the picture.The mere mention of Amani's name ignited an intense hatred within Steph. She knew that the Prince was bound to Amani by the mate bond, but how could he possibly desire her? She knew that the Prince was bound to Amani by the mate bond, but how could he possibly desire her? Perhaps, if Amani didn't bear those scars, she could be considered beautiful. Steph clenched her fists, seething at the fact that even tha
After their boat ride, Malakai gallantly escorted Amani back to her chambers. He tenderly kissed her hand and bid her a sweet goodnight. "I had a wonderful time with you tonight, Amani," he expressed.Amani blushed, her voice filled with a mix of formality and affection. "And I, too, Your Highness... I mean... Malakai. Would you care to join me inside?"Malakai raised an intrigued eyebrow, surprised by Amani's bold suggestion at such a late hour.Amani chuckled softly, shaking her head. "No, I mean... there's something I'd like to show you, something I made for you."Curiosity danced in Malakai's eyes as he furrowed his brow and smiled. "You've made something for me?"Amani beamed, nodding eagerly. She led Malakai into her chambers, the air thick with anticipation. Gracefully, she removed her cloak and guided him towards her easel. With a flourish, She removed the sheet from the easel, casting a hopeful glance in Malakai's direction.Amani's heart pounded against her ribcage, threaten
—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