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Nikita's POVI stood in front of the mirror, staring at the light blue dress I was wearing. It was nothing like what I was used to—flowy, light, and soft. It didn’t fit me. I didn’t fit it. The fabric itched against my skin, the colour unfamiliar and uncomfortable. I had become so accustomed to my black leather, the tight, harsh material symbolising the only life I knew. The life I had to build around my curse. The life that kept everyone at a distance.But this dress? It felt like a foreign world, one I didn’t belong in. I hated it.I pulled my gloves up higher, trying to shield my hands from the world. The black marks that covered my skin burned under the fabric, itching as if they were rejecting the softness of the dress, just like I was rejecting the idea of it.Rykor's voice broke through my thoughts. “What do you think?”I turned to look at him, nearly tripping over the long hem of the dress. “I hate it. I don’t understand what my clothes have to do with making my pack fear me l
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Nikita's POVWhen I woke, the sun filtered through the curtains, and my mind was clouded with doubts. The events of yesterday still lingered in my thoughts—the promise I had made to my pack, the changes I was trying to bring about. But as the light streamed through the window, I couldn’t help but feel that maybe, just maybe, I had failed before I even began. Could I truly lead them to a better place? Were they too far gone, too set in their ways to ever change?I dragged myself out of bed, still feeling the weight of the world on my shoulders. I moved to the window, needing some fresh air and some clarity. But what I saw stopped me in my tracks.There were people at the training grounds—more people than I had ever seen there before. They were working together, cleaning up the space, fixing the worn-down equipment, and rebuilding what had been left to rot. I blinked, unsure if my eyes were deceiving me. This couldn’t be real. Had I really seen this?As if he sensed my gaze, Rykor turn
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Rykor's POVNikita’s voice, weak and breathless, barely reached my ears as she stood before me, struggling against something I couldn’t understand. “It’s too much… why is it so hot?” Her words were ragged, filled with confusion and a desperate need for relief.I froze, my mind racing. Her skin was flushed, eyes wide and filled with panic, and I could feel the tension in the air as the temperature around her rose. My chest tightened, the scent of her hitting me like a wave, but it wasn’t her familiar scent—this was something different, something dangerous.She suddenly started to rip at her clothes, her fingers shaking as she tore at the fabric. “Nikita, stop!” I called, moving closer, my voice cracking with the urgency I felt in my chest. But she didn’t listen. She kept pulling, her clothes falling away in fragments, and I could see her growing more frantic, murmuring about how unbearably hot it was.“Nikita! What are you doing?” My voice was a low command, but it didn’t reach her. Sh
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Rykor's POVI followed Thorne out of the palace, my mind whirling with confusion and desperation. What had he meant by "helping" me? Thorne had never been one to seek out magic. He tolerated it because it was what I wanted, but I knew he didn’t fully agree with the use of it.As we walked, I couldn’t help but glance over at him, my curiosity growing. He was quiet, but I could feel the tension in his shoulders, the discomfort in the air. When we reached the area where the pack practised magic, Thorne spoke to one of the other pack members, exchanging a few words before returning with two vials in his hands. He handed them to me, his expression guarded."I don’t agree with this," Thorne said, his voice low. "Or whatever it is that you have going on with her. I think it’s damaging to our pack." He paused for a moment, clearly conflicted. "But you are my Alpha and, more importantly, my friend. So here."I took the vials from his hands, my fingers brushing against his as I held them. “What
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Rykors povWeightlessness wrapped around me as I blinked into consciousness. A soft, almost otherworldly light bathed the room, making everything feel surreal. For a moment, a shadow of confusion passed over me—had I crossed into the afterlife? But realisation anchored me as I recognised the surroundings as Nikita’s room. Her soft whimper cut through the haze, drawing my gaze to her huddled in the bath, face etched with pain.“Nikita,” I called, urgency as I rushed to her side. “Are you okay?”Her eyes fluttered open, thick with fear and exhaustion. "What's happening?" she whispered, voice barely above a breath.The heat coming from her was palpable, engulfing the steamy air around us. "I don't know," I replied, worry threading through my voice.“It hurts," she breathed, a plea hidden in her tone. "Please, make it stop."I reached out gently to brush the damp hair from her scorching forehead. She shied away from my hand, tears lingering in her eyes as she looked up at me. "You can't,"
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Nikita's POVAs I slowly opened my eyes, the world around me was a blur—fuzzy and disorienting. My head felt heavy, and my body, though no longer in pain, felt strange. Like I had just woken from something long and overwhelming, but I couldn’t remember what. My heart raced as I tried to piece together the events of yesterday, but they came in flashes—bits and pieces that made no sense.I turned my head, looking around my room. Everything seemed the same—quiet, untouched—but there was something off about the stillness. I felt... different.Then, like a whisper in the back of my mind, I could still feel him. His hands. On my skin. A warmth lingered there, almost like a memory. But that couldn’t have been real. It couldn’t have. If it had been, then Rykor... he would be dead. I would have killed him.The confusion overwhelmed me, and I looked over to the chair near my bed. Empty. No sign of him. I let out a slow breath, trying to calm the storm rising in my chest. It was nothing but a d
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Nikita's POVThe air was thick with the sounds of training, the sharp clang of swords and the grunts of exertion filling the clearing. Rykor stood at the front, demonstrating a series of moves to my pack. His voice was steady and strong as he gave instructions, his movements sharp and confident. I leaned against a nearby tree, arms crossed over my chest, watching him work with my pack. His focus was unwavering, but little did he know I was about to make it a little harder for him to stay that way.A mischievous grin curled up on my lips as I allowed my mind to wander. I let the memory of last night creep back into my thoughts, teasing the edges of my mind. I watched Rykor carefully, keeping my face stoic as I began to think of him.I could feel him—his presence, his warmth—even from where I stood. A small part of me relished the power I now had. He couldn’t focus. He couldn’t escape me.It wasn’t long before I saw his expression shift. His eyes flickered toward me, and just like that,
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Rykor's POVWhen I finally returned to my kingdom, all I could think about was the chaos swirling in my head. Nikita’s presence, the pull between us, and the frustration of never being able to touch her when I wanted to—it was all too much. I needed to get away, clear my mind, and stop feeling like I was suffocating in my own thoughts. I headed straight for my room, throwing off my jacket and stripping down, needing a cold shower to shake off the heat of the day.The cold water hit my skin, and for a moment, it was the only thing that made sense. The chill didn’t dull the aching desire I felt for Nikita, but it gave me some brief clarity. I stood there, eyes closed, trying to fight the overwhelming emotions that were crashing into me from all sides.I wanted her. I wanted to hold her, feel her skin against mine, or just hold her hand, like a normal mates would do. But the curse, the bond, and everything about her—everything I had promised her I’d be okay with—was all a lie. It was nev
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Nikitas Pov"Speak, then," I replied, crossing my arms defensively.His eyes, clouded with the weight of countless past grievances, met mine. I could see something akin to desperation—a vulnerability mirrored in an elder, a man traditionally emblematic of unshakeable resolve. There was a bottomless depth of weariness in his gaze that resonated with the part of me that understood the burden all too well."I'd much rather do this somewhere else," the Elder finally said, casting an uncomfortable glance around the grand but claustrophobic hall. His voice was low, carrying an urgency that piqued my curiosity despite myself.It was risky to leave the safety of the hall, yet inexplicably, I nodded, gesturing for him to follow through the labyrinthine corridors that led to my father's office. The walls bore silent witness to secrets long since buried—a skewed juxtaposition of the legacy I carried and the decisions I had to forge along the way.Stepping into the office felt like entering a tim
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Nikitas PovI lay in bed, pretending to be asleep as the night slowly dragged on. Rykor sat in the chair beside me, his presence a silent sentinel against the darkness that threatened to consume me. There was a safety in his vigil, a protective weave of silent strength that should have been comforting. Yet, for the first time, I wished he would leave. I craved solitude, space to let the tears flow without witness, to crumble quietly without judgment. My soul ached with the desire to submit to my pain and reveal the true extent of my brokenness, but that would never be possible—not with Rykor here, steadfast and unyielding. I couldn’t share this weakness with him, for it would mean admitting defeat against the vile man who had dared to touch me.The memory of last night lingered like a shadow, clinging to my thoughts with cruel tenacity. I had always been aware of the world's darkness, but nothing had prepared me for the soul-deep violation the man forced upon me. As the first light of
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The room was filled with a heavy silence, the weight of despair hanging in the air like a dense fog. Nikita now seemed like a shadow of herself, wrapped tightly in her own arms, as if trying to protect her fragile soul from further harm. Her vulnerability was achingly palpable, a stark contrast to the fierce leader she was known to be."Nikita," I whispered gently, not daring to reach out and touch her, though my heart ached to provide comfort. "I’m here."Her shoulders quivered, but she didn’t lift her head. The room fell into a deep hush as if echoing her unspoken pain. I stayed there, a silent sentinel by her side, my own heart breaking at the sight of her suffering.Words would be hollow, echoes in the wind, unable to banish the shadows that had wrapped themselves around her heart. So I just sat there praying that being there would be enough.Slowly, her tear-streaked eyes met mine, each glance like a sharp blade slicing through the emotional barricade that had built up around my
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Rykors PovThe air was thick with a potent cocktail of fear and rage, and I had liked it momentarily as if the world knew something pivotal was about to transpire. I forced myself to focus, my senses sharpening like the instinctual keenness of a wolf in the hunt. The path to Nikita's kingdom stretched before me, each step purposeful and laden with an urgency that threatened to consume me.I couldn't let another day pass. The decision I had mulled over grew more resolute with every heartbeat, becoming a fire that was now wild and consuming in its intensity. The moon hung low, a sentinel watching over my advance. Its light illuminated the entrance to Nikita's grand palace.As I entered, I met Iian, emerging from the hall. Fatigue etched itself into the lines of his face, yet his smile remained steadfast and warm. "Alpha Rykor, good to see you," he greeted, strength lacing his voice. His eyes, though tired, still carried the patience and empathy of a trusted Beta he had shown himself to
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Nikitas povMy heart clenched, even as I fought to maintain a semblance of control. A silhouette shifted in the corner of the room, separating itself from the shadows like a spectre called forth by some dark incantation. I held my ground as the figure coalesced into a man—a predator cloaked in darkness, his eyes gleaming with a malevolent purpose.With measured calm, I swung my legs out of bed, the cold floor grounding me against the tumult within. Standing, I faced him, embodying the deadly power that pulsed beneath my skin. I could unravel him instantly, but it was the excitement that throbbed within my curse that I feared. It yearned for connection, hungered for an end.The man stepped into the moonlight streaming through the window, his face poisonously serene. "All you had to do was give it to me," he drawled, his voice a sickly sweet melody that turned the air sour. "Perhaps you would've had a few more days on this pathetic earth, free from your curse, able to touch that patheti
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Rykor's POVThe air in the palace was thick with a heavy silence, broken only by the faint, haunting echo of my footfalls against the cold, stone floor. My heart felt heavy like it was trying to anchor me to the ground, pulling me into the depths of despair that threatened to swallow me whole. Returning to the palace hadn't been my intention, But where else was I meant to go? I couldn't run and hide forever.As I stepped through the ornate doors, the echo of voices pulled me from my thoughts. Up ahead, down the dimly lit corridor, I noticed Thorne leaning against the wall, his expression unreadable. I hesitated, torn between approaching or slipping by unnoticed. Thorne had always been more than a beta to me; he was a confidante, a brother in arms, yet a weight of unspoken words lay heavily between us.Just as I was about to pass, his voice cut through the silence, sharp and pointed. "You're being selfish, Rykor. If you truly loved her, you'd be there, helping and supporting her, not r
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Rykors pov My fists pounded against the unrelenting rock, the sharp scent of my blood mixing with the brisk night air. Each strike jolted through me, a painful reminder of my grief, yet I embraced the pain willingly. Sweat and dirt smeared my skin, marking the gruelling hours I'd spent lost in an emotional storm of anger and sadness. My body ached for rest, but I couldn't listen to its demands. All I could see was Nikita's lifeless image haunting my thoughts.As the first light of dawn mingled with the night, her voice—impossibly real—whispered behind me. “Rykor.”I froze, my fists still clenched, caught in a moment of disbelief. Was this my mind's cruel trick? My arms fell, weighed down by exhaustion and an unwillingness to face what might be another figment of my delirium.She approached, the familiar sound of her footsteps almost comforting. Yet I couldn't turn around, fearful of the pain of seeing her again. If she was merely a ghost, I didn't want to know.“How did you find me?”
