The night is filled with a deafening silence which surrounds the sleeping city of Pir. Unlike the hot daytime, the city of deserts is bone chillingly cold and quiet. The stone houses are also quiet as the residents sleep inside it. Except for the occasional cries of an insect, nothing else can be heard.
CREAK!
A caravan strolls through the town, breaking the silence of the night. The caravan is a lavish one made of fine wood and silk cloth. It is being driven by a few horses which have an emblem on their reins: twin wolves with crimson eyes and a quarter moon above them.
Inside the caravan is a young man in his late twenties. He is lazily flipping through a book, looking very bored. The small candle lit inside the caravan highlights his unearthly features which is enough to even bring the gods to shame.
His perfectly shaped brows are a little crinkled together as if he is in deep thought. He runs his fingers through his reddish wine hair and closes the book. Under the dim light, his handsome face starts to darken as he thinks of the upcoming ceremony at the royal palace.
“How do I stop it?” He mutters.
The caravan comes to a stop and within seconds, the coachman opens the door.
“Welcome home, Your Highness Prince Lavi,” the coachman announces. The man named Lavi does not acknowledge him and storms out of the caravan. Several omegas spot him, marching through the grand halls of the Faikan Palace. They jump in fright and step aside, bowing to the heir presumptive to the throne of Faika.
Lavi’s dangerous aura scares them. Even though he is the heir to the throne of Faika and a Lycan royalty, Lavi is still wolfless. He is twenty nine years old and yet, his wolf did not emerge.
But that does not make him any less dangerous. Even without a wolf, Prince Lavi is ruthless and strong. With his cunning mind and great ambitions, he has taken down many strong Lycans and even killed them in battles. He is the greatest warrior in the land, his abilities far superior to any Lycan.
Lavi pauses in front of an omega and turns to him. The poor omega squirms under the gaze of the Prince. People are scared of Lavi but his appearance is even scarier up close. He is the handsome man in the country but there is an oddity in him which makes him look deadly.
He has different colored eyes.
The omega does not dare to look at them but steals a peek. Lavi’s one eye is a deep blue color while the other one is a bright red shade. It is a strange combination because no one in the royal family of Costa has this odd feature.
“Did we acquire more slaves from our recent war?” He asks in a steely tone.
“Y-Yes, Your Highness!” The omega replies.
“Send the most beautiful one to my chamber tonight,” Lavi says in an indifferent tone.
“Yes, Your Highness.”
Lavi walks away, not bothering about anything else. The omega turns to his fellow servants and nods at them to carry out the orders. It is well known that Prince Lavi is a womanizer who beds a different woman every night. He does not have a mate but it seems that he is not interested in having one. Several princesses from other kingdoms offered themselves as his chosen mate but he refused all of them.
His eyes are only fixated on the Faikan throne.
Lavi enters his chamber and strips off the coat and shirt he is wearing. The chamber is well lit with several candles lined along the counters. His expression is stoic as he lights them up, brightening the place. The scarlet painted walls add a sensuous look to the Prince’s chamber while the candles shed light on his taut body.
His muscles are bulging, making him larger than he looks. He ruffles his hair and puts his hands on a counter, thinking hard.
Recently, his brother, the Emperor, has won a war which only made him more popular. Worst is, that the war was against Ezealyra, one of the most powerful kingdoms in the world. With Emperor Phillippe’s popularity rising, Lavi can only see the throne slip away from him.
“I must find a way to dethrone him,” he grits.
Tap! Tap!
His ears perk up as he hears the sounds of footsteps approaching his chamber. He may be wolfless but he still has advanced hearing and sight, enabling him to hear sounds from a long distance. No doubt it is a girl, probably the slave he asked for.
He is still in deep thought when the door slowly slides open.
A sudden gush of sweet cocoa scent hits his nostrils and he goes still. He does not turn around but he can feel the girl coming closer, meek and timid in her steps. Her scent is intoxicating, filling his insides with a fiery desire which he never felt before. The whole room starts to reek of her, trapping him in an inferno of passion which is alien to him.
He does not know her name nor face. Yet, he is aching to pin her to the bed and mark her.
“You called for me, Your Highness.”
Her voice is silky and soft. She speaks in an eloquent manner unlike the other slaves. He hears her sniff a little and her heartbeat speeds up. She must have sniffed his scent as well.
“Mate, huh?” He scoffs out loud. “You are probably hoping that I will accept you as my mate. But I will do no such thing.”
He turns around to face her. She is wearing a long robe and her face is hidden beneath a long veil. He is no longer interested in bedding her even though his body is craving her touch. He will bed every woman on earth but not her.
“I, Prince Lavi Costa,” he begins. “Reject you as my mate-”
His words are cut off by the swoosh of a silver blade which misses him by inches. Before Lavi can retaliate, the girl swings her knife towards him. Lavi grabs her wrist and twists it hard which would have caused any strong man to scream out loud but the girl is fast.
She twirls around and lifts him over before throwing him on the ground. Lavi lands on his back and the girl jumps on him, holding a knife to his throat.
“Prepare to die!” She says in a low voice. She is about to slash his throat but Lavi only grins.
“Enough of the foreplay,” he grins and grabs the blade. The girl momentarily pauses, surprised that the silver blade has no effect on him. Before she can recover, Lavi pulls off her veil and in a swift move, kisses her.
Her long dark hair falls around them and his addictive mint scent hits her. His lips press against hers, soft and surprisingly tender but she bites him. She is barely in her early twenties with an innocent demeanor but her aura exudes death.Lavi does not let her go, holding her still in that position. He tries not to lose his mind over her essence but it is hard not to notice. Unlike the other women he beds, she is tougher and ferocious.The girl fights against the attraction from the mate bond and punches him hard. Lavi staggers back but does not let her move. Using his strength, he keeps her captive on his lap, their faces only inches away now.Her snowy skin is slightly red with a small mole on her nose. Under the candle lights, her hair is silky and shining while her rosy lips are smeared with his b
The whole palace is under surveillance by Lavi and his men. Omegas are scared for their lives because the Prince had reportedly not slept all night. In the past, several assassins tried to kill him but the Prince managed to kill them all but he let this one live.Everyone is dreading the Prince’s next actions. Lavi is at the breakfast table, his mind obsessing over the girl whom they caught last night.Her sweet smell is not leaving him and his urge to claim her is only growing. Last night, he was not injured and yet, several marks appeared on his body. A shoeprint is etched on his neck at the exact spot where the girl was stepped on. All night, he thrashed around his room, breaking things out of anger. His body and mind were at odds.His body wants her. His mind hates her.
A few miles away from the city of Pir stands a magnificent castle perched on the rocky slopes which look over the entire city. It is distinctly far away from the capital in the isolated area, high above the realms of the ordinary people. There are rumors that gods themselves used to reside in that castle once but after they had fallen, the Lycans took over their home.The towers are of rectangular shape with smaller turrets on them. A flag containing the twin wolves’ emblem of the Faikan royal family stands on one of the turrets, signifying their dominance over the country.Inside the castle, the walls are decorated with shining golden and blue tapestry. The floors are sleek and spotless to the point people can see their faces in them. Chandeliers are hung high above in the ceiling, shimmering brightly while the long corridors are spacious and well
Lavi’s eyes are closed and he is sitting crossed legged in the middle of the garden. He is concentrating hard, his posture straight. His shirtless torso is visible under the scorching sun. Beads of sweat roll down his skin, his abs glistening in the light. The bulging muscles are tense as if rigid and still. The breeze slowly swirls around him in a fixed rhythm. He slightly turns his head to the right and the wind blows in that direction. Then he tilts to the left, taking the wind in the opposite route. A gentle whirlwind of wind starts to form in front of him, spinning like a small tornado but fixed to one place. He is about to multiply the intensity of the win when the familiar scent of cocoa comes his way. Suddenly, the wind stops and vanishes, leaving him there. Even though she is far away, he can still smell her.
“Is she alright?”She can hear a soft voice, perhaps a girl. Anna stirs and slowly opens her eyes to find herself in an alien chamber. The face of a pretty girl in her mid twenties appears in front of her. The girl has short cropped ginger hair with sharp features and small freckles on her nose. She is not so tall but there is an elegant vibe swirling around her. Anna also notices that the girl is wearing a tiara with the emblem of the Costas.This must be Guinevere Costa, she realizes.Guinevere is studying the slender dark haired girl with interest. Next to her is an elderly man in his seventies with snowy white hair. He is wearing a long, white coat which means that he is the castle’s healer.“I am terribly sorry!” Guinevere tells h
“So you are from Soloma?” Guinevere asks Anna. “Yes,” Anna lies. “I am from Soloma. I was an omega in the palace of Emperor Theodorus until he was killed in the war between Ezealyra and Sloria.” A month ago, the mighty kingdom of Ezealyra had invaded a small snow capped country named Sloria. The Ezealyrans thought that they would be able to defeat Sloria but the small nation is stronger than they anticipated. In the war, the Emperor of Ezealyra, Eduard Visserion and his Empress were killed by the Duke of Sloria, Dmitri Daskov. It turns out, Dmitri Daskov is actually Alexei Visserion, the long lost prince and heir to the throne of Ezealyra. He is also Anna’s brother. Anna knows very well that her brother is looking for her but she has vowed not to reunite
Darkness shrouds the lands with its blanket. A moonless sky is looming over the earth, watching and hiding the secrets of the night while everyone sleeps. The vast desert is silent and cold with no signs of life outside the city. Everywhere one looks, there is nothingness coupled with the signal of something eerie as if something bad is about to happen. In the midst of the long night, a figure slowly walks on the rough sand. Its large eyes are shining red and sharp canines are visible in its mouth. A giant wolf is sniffing the air, its bushy tail wagging in the air as if it has found its way. The lone wolf is walking on and on without tiring until he reaches a pyre where several other wolves are waiting for him. The wolf is easily the largest one among the pack with dark gray shades and a white streak on its head. An omega hurries forward and drapes a robe over the wolf. Slowly, the wolf starts to transform until it takes the appearance of a human, a man in his fifties. He has fin
“AHHHHHHHH!”Latifa’s screams echo in Anna’s ears, stunning her. She falls to the ground, clutching her arm which lies limp.“My hand!” She screams. “My hand!”Lavi glares at the woman who is crying in front of him. Blood is rolling down his forehead and several gnashes are visible on his shirtless torso. He felt every bit of the whipping the nameless girl received, each blow harder than the last. Yet, he remained still for a while, hoping that she will cry for help.To his shock, she did not even wince. In fact, she calmly tolerated the beatings as if she was used to it. He was more affected by the torture than she was and it only infuriates him even more.