The moon hung high in the night sky, casting a silvery glow over the vast expanse of the Silver Crest Pack's territory. In the heart of the pack's territory stood the imposing Alpha's den, where Kavan, the Lycan King of the Silver Crest Pack, and his trusted Beta, Jason, were engaged in a discussion about an unexpected visitor.Severus, the cunning Beta of the rival Silver Dawn Pack, had been lurking within the confines of the Silver Crest Pack for a few days now. He knew that time was running short before his absence would raise suspicion among his own pack members and their Alpha, Murad. But Severus was not here for leisure; he had a plan, a treacherous plan that could change the course of power within the Lycan realm.Kavan, with his regal bearing and penetrating amber eyes, was wary of Severus's sudden presence. However, he saw an opportunity in this unexpected visit. If he played his cards right, he could manipulate Severus to become a powerful ally against Murad, the relentless
Kavan I was by myself in my office, the burden of my royal duties pressing down on me like an impenetrable shroud. My thoughts, as ever, were consumed by her – Kazia. My mate, who was still very much in the hands of Murad. Being with her, and having her live as my mate, like she was, was starting to seem like an elusive dream, as it started to dawn on me that she might be forever beyond my reach. The very notion of her belonging to him, bearing his mark, left me torn between righteous fury and unrelenting despair. I grew more and more unsure of my ability to free her from Murad's control with each passing second, and I was on the verge of being overwhelmed by the confusion and anxiety that swirled around in my head. I questioned the legitimacy of my actions and whether they were motivated by sincere concern or only the instinctive desire to possess what was rightfully mine. I was afraid that I’d get caught in my web of desire and responsibility. I rubbed my temples, trying to
Kazia I was sitting by the window, lost in thought, my eyes following the patterns that the curtains cast on the floor. It was the only relief I could find in this stifling existence. The room had turned into a cage of isolation, its silence wrapping around me like a suffocating shroud. My skin still tingled from the recent treatment, the relentless itching now reduced to a mere annoyance. However, my thoughts and emotions continued to itch and fester, something no ointment or remedy could soothe. I was a prisoner in this opulent palace, and even my body's temporary affliction couldn't keep me away from the torment. As I sat there, trying to piece together the fragments of my shattered thoughts, Aldana, the head servant, barged in without the courtesy of a knock. Startled, I snapped, my frustration bubbling over like a cauldron ready to spill. "What in the gods' name are you doing barging into my room like that?" I snapped, my patience already worn thin by my confinement. Aldana'
I was by myself in my office, the burden of my royal duties pressing down on me like an impenetrable shroud. My thoughts, as ever, were consumed by her – Kazia. My mate, who was still very much in the hands of Murad. Being with her, and having her live as my mate, like she was, was starting to seem like an elusive dream, as it started to dawn on me that she might be forever beyond my reach. The very notion of her belonging to him, bearing his mark, left me torn between righteous fury and unrelenting despair.I grew more and more unsure of my ability to free her from Murad's control with each passing second, and I was on the verge of being overwhelmed by the confusion and anxiety that swirled around in my head. I questioned the legitimacy of my actions and whether they were motivated by sincere concern or only the instinctive desire to possess what was rightfully mine. I was afraid that I’d get caught in my web of desire and responsibility.I rubbed my temples, trying to make sense
Kavan I sat in my office, the weight of my responsibilities as king heavy on my shoulders. Ever since I got back, I haven't had any time to take a break, as it has been from duty to duty. From attending meetings to checking on developments, and making sure that everything was falling into place, I haven’t had any time to take a breather since I got back. It was as though a week's pile of work had turned into a month's pile of work, and I had to sort them all out without catching a break. I have also had to make sure that I appeared busy to the council, to avoid them coming at me again, just to accuse me of being lazy and irresponsible. I already knew they were looking for any excuse to get rid of me, and I wasn’t about to give them what they wanted. But amidst all the duties that demanded my attention, my thoughts kept drifting back to Kazia. I couldn't help but think about her, my mate, who was still trapped in the clutches of Murad and bound to him as his branded pet.I knew it w
Chapter 7: Confinement and ObedienceI sat in my room, the heavy drapes drawn, attempting to gather the fragments of my shattered composure. It was hard enough dealing with the aftermath of my illness, but being confined to this room for days had been an additional layer of torment. The very air in the chamber seemed to constrict around me, choking any semblance of freedom I had left. My thoughts were a turbulent storm, swirling with anger, frustration, and a deep-rooted longing for the freedom I once took for granted.In the midst of this emotional turmoil, Aldana, the head servant, barged into my room without a hint of courtesy. My patience, already frayed, snapped under the weight of her audacity. "Stop barging in here like you own the place!" I yelled, my voice sharper than intended. Aldana, taken aback by my outburst, stammered out an apology, but I paid little attention. My focus was consumed by the injustice of my situation."What do you want?" I demanded, my tone cutting throu
KaziaI was sitting by the window, lost in thought, my eyes following the patterns that the curtains cast on the floor. It was the only relief I could find in this stifling existence. The room had turned into a cage of isolation, its silence wrapping around me like a suffocating shroud. My skin still tingled from the recent treatment, the relentless itching now reduced to a mere annoyance. However, my thoughts and emotions continued to itch and fester, something no ointment or remedy could soothe. I was a prisoner in this opulent palace, and even my body's temporary affliction couldn't keep me away from the torment.As I sat there, trying to piece together the fragments of my shattered thoughts, Aldana, the head servant, barged in without the courtesy of a knock. Startled, I snapped, my frustration bubbling over like a cauldron ready to spill."What in the gods' name are you doing barging into my room like that?" I snapped, my patience already worn thin by my confinement.Aldana's fa
In the dimly lit chambers of the Silver Dawn pack's castle, Agrippina sat alone, her mind swirling with deceit and treachery. Her plan to keep Kazia away from Murad had worked so far, but she couldn't shake the feeling that her web of lies was starting to unravel.Before she could dwell further on her schemes, the door to her room burst open, and Agrippina looked up in surprise to see Murad, his eyes ablaze with anger and fury. The air crackled with tension as he stormed into the room, his presence imposing and commanding."Agrippina," Murad growled, his voice low and dangerous. "I want the truth, and I want it now. Were you behind Kazia's ailment? Did you have something to do with her being taken to the hospital?"Agrippina's heart raced, and she quickly composed herself, feigning innocence. "I have no idea what you're talking about, Murad. I would never harm anyone, especially not Kazia."Murad's eyes narrowed, and his patience seemed to wear thin. "Don't play games with me, Agrippi