As the moon's soft glow filtered through the window, I found myself sitting alone in my room, tears cascading down my cheeks. The pain of the past week weighed heavily on my heart, and I felt utterly helpless, trapped in a web of cruelty and powerlessness.Agrippina's relentless torment had left me feeling like a fragile doll, tossed and broken by her vindictive hands. I despised her for the pain she inflicted upon me, and yet, I was powerless to defend myself against her wrath.As I allowed myself to succumb to the overwhelming emotions, my thoughts drifted to Kavan, my true mate. Oh, how I yearned for him, for his embrace, and for the love we could share if not for the cruel fate that had placed me in the clutches of Murad.Kavan's presence had been a beacon of hope and light in my life, a love I yearned to embrace openly. But destiny had other plans, chaining me to Murad, the possessive Lycan King who cared more for power than the heart of the one he owned.As my tears flowed freel
Kazia In the quiet solitude of my room, I allowed myself to wallow in the sea of conflicting emotions that threatened to engulf me. The weight of the past week's torment and the ache in my heart for Kavan felt unbearable like a relentless storm crashing upon my fragile soul.As I lay there, pretending to be asleep, I let my thoughts wander to Kavan, my true mate. His love had become the beacon of light in the darkness, the reason I found the strength to face each day in this stifling palace.Kavan was the Silver Crest King, a man of noble character and unmatched power. But despite his status, he had treated me with kindness and respect, never once belittling me or making me feel like less than I was. In his arms, I felt cherished and loved, a feeling I had never experienced before.But fate had dealt us a cruel hand, binding me to Murad, the possessive Lycan King who kept me as his pet. My heartache over not being able to be with Kavan was like an open wound, constantly throbbing wit
In the moonlit corridors of the palace, Elena and Iris walked side by side, their steps quick and purposeful. They were on their way to Kazia's room, eager to share what they had just witnessed. As they turned a corner, their sharp eyes caught sight of a familiar face, Lily, Kazia's servant. She was walking in the direction of Luna Agrippina's palace, her gait hurried and her eyes darting nervously around. Elena nudged Iris, and they exchanged a knowing glance. "Do you think she's up to something?" Elena whispered. Iris frowned her instincts on high alert. "It's possible. Let's follow her discreetly and see what she's up to." They kept a safe distance as they trailed Lily, their senses sharp and their minds racing with questions. What was Kazia's servant doing, meeting with Agrippina in the dead of night? After a short while, Lily reached Agrippina's palace, and Elena and Iris found a hiding spot where they could observe without being seen. From their vantage point, they watched
Third Person PovAs the days passed, Iris, Elena, and Kazia tirelessly delved deeper into their investigation, determined to uncover the truth behind Agrippina's malicious actions. They knew that exposing her would be a dangerous endeavor, but they couldn't stand by and let her continue to inflict pain upon Kazia.Their efforts led them to discreetly gather information from various sources within the palace, carefully piecing together the puzzle of Agrippina's sinister plot. Each revelation painted a darker picture of Luna's manipulative ways and her burning hatred for Kazia.One evening, as the sun dipped below the horizon, casting long shadows across the palace grounds, Iris and Elena met with Kazia in the privacy of her room."Have you found anything new?" Kazia asked, her voice tinged with hope.Iris nodded, her expression grim. "We've heard whispers that Agrippina has been spreading rumors about you, trying to turn the others against you. She wants to isolate you and make you fee
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