Third Person Pov Greg anxiously waited outside the kitchen, the bustling sounds of clinking plates and hurried footsteps echoing in the background. His heart beat with anticipation and nervousness as the chefs prepared to bring the perfectly prepared supper to the royal family. Would whatever plan Aretha had in mind work? Would he be able to find Lady Kazia and deliver the letter that held such importance to Kavan, and was his key to getting paid three thousand peros?Just as doubt began to creep in, Greg spotted Aretha making her way toward him. She had a weary expression, which was a convincing portrayal of someone who wasn't feeling well. They exchanged a brief nod of acknowledgment before stepping away from the bustling kitchen and finding a secluded spot to speak."I managed to take permission from the head chef to leave early," Aretha explained, her voice hushed. "Really? How did you manage to do that?" Greg asked. "I told him I was feeling ill and that you would be r
Kazia I watched as Greg, the kitchen staff, delivered the letter into my trembling hands. Gratefulness welled up inside me, and I excused him from the room, thanking him profusely. "Greg, I sincerely thank you for delivering this successfully. I'll make sure to call for you when next I need your assistance," I said softly, my voice betraying my nervousness. Without saying anything else, Greg bowed respectfully before leaving, and as the door closed behind him, I was left alone with my thoughts. For a while, I stood still, my gaze stuck on the thin sheet gripped in my hands. My heart pounded in my chest like a wild beast wanting to escape, and I felt all sorts of emotions clouding my mind simultaneously. I could still clearly recall what had transpired during our brief contact, Kavan and me. It happened on the day of the moon feast, and while it was just a short moment, it left a lasting impression on me. In these last few days, I had eagerly tried to get rid of any memor
Third Person Pov Kazia kept staring at herself in the mirror with Aldana and the other servants standing behind her. Whenever Murad went out to town, it was customary for a pet to accompany him, and since Kazia was his newest pet, it was her turn to walk around town with the Lycan King and be paraded as his newest item. Aldana and the servants had made sure she was dolled up enough for her first outing, putting her in a suffocating corset dress and making sure she looked her best. As she stood there, Kazia's stomach churned with fear and apprehension. She knew that the more beautiful she looked, the more attention she would attract from her owner - and that could only mean trouble as far as she was concerned."Oh, Kazia dear, you look so stunning right now! The King is going to be so happy!" Aldana said, smiling at Kazia's reflection, and feeling proud of her work. Kazia forced a smile back, trying to ignore the knot in her stomach. "Thank you, Aldana," she said in a small voice.
Kazia As I climbed into the carriage, I could feel the tension between me and Murad. He had been silent since we had left my bedroom, and I didn't feel like saying anything to appease his mood. I knew the reason behind his anger was because I didn't treat him how he had expected me to, and he just hated the fact that I was being indifferent to him, despite how hard he was trying to be pleasant towards me, just so I can fall for his nice guy act. I didn't warm up to Murad as some of the other pets did because, as far as I was concerned, it made no sense to warm up to your captor. I've never tried to gain his favor because I didn't want to give him any more excuses to order me around or try to get closer to me. I already hated that I couldn't get far away from him, so it made no sense that I'd try to get him to treat me especially when it would only give him more leverage over me. As we made our way down the road, I tried to push my discomfort aside and focus on the outside wo
Kavan Jason and I strolled along the streets of Silver Dawn once more, observing the people and getting a feel of their pack. Since I still haven't received a response from Kazia, I decided to use my time here to look around and observe how things worked. As Jason and I looked around, I couldn't help but notice how the people of Silver Dawn looked rushed and busy compared to our people in Silver Crest. It may sound like a weird observation, but something about watching them almost made me dizzy, as they all seemed to be hurrying somewhere, hurriedly doing something, and basically just rushing in every sense of the word. "These people look like they work too hard," I commented, shaking my head in disapproval. "It's almost like they're not even letting themselves breathe at all," I added, genuinely concerned that they were acting so rushed and slightly desperate. Jason nodded. "Well, according to what I heard previously, half of their earnings go to Murad and his council as tax.
Third Person Pov Agrippina continued to pace back and forth in her room, her frustration and anger palpable. She had gone to visit Murad in his quarters earlier, only to be told that he had left the palace with one of his pets. The fact that Murad had not deemed her worthy enough to inform her first that he was leaving the palace left a bad taste in her mouth, and simply saying she was furious would be an understatement. Feeling uneasy, she had sent her personal maid, Nancy, to find out which pet Murad had taken out on a stroll to town, and was now waiting for her return. She was mentally hoping with all her might that it wouldn't be who she thought it was because hearing that name would only ruin her mood and make her all the more bitter. After a few minutes of waiting that felt like forever, Nancy entered the room, and almost immediately she walked in, she could sense her mistress's frustration. "Milady, I bring back news. I have asked around the pets and found that King
Third Person Pov Kavan and Jason returned to their inn, their minds preoccupied with the thoughts of everything that happened earlier at the market. They took their seats at the table in their room, but before Kavan could even catch his breath, Jason was quick to reprimand him. "What in the world were you thinking, Kavan?" Jason said, his voice sharp with reproach. If he weren't still conscious of the fact that Kavan was his king besides being his friend, he would have given him a good punch as soon as they walked through the doors. "Do you even realize what would have happened because of your carelessness? You almost blew our cover right in front of Murad. What were you planning on doing? Jumping in front of him and announcing your presence in his Pack? If I hadn't pulled you away, we would both be dead by now!" Jason hissed, unable to hide his anger. Kavan remained silent, not because he was trying to ignore Jason, but because his mind was elsewhere. He couldn't shake off the i
Third Person Pov Kazia could feel Murad's gaze on her back as they walked towards the palace, his footsteps quickening in an attempt to catch up to her. But Kazia had other ideas. She did not want to be alone with him, not even after his behavior toward her during their time in town. He had been extra kind to her, taking her to whatever stalls she wanted to see, allowing her to buy and eat whatever she liked, and ignoring every rude word that came out of her mouth like it didn't matter to him. She couldn't allow herself to be deceived by his supposed kindness because she knew that he had an ulterior motive, and if the motive didn't involve bedding her tonight, it was probably just another way for him to try to get her to succumb to him in the near future. She couldn't understand the reason behind his determination to fool her into believing that he was a kind person, but whatever the reason may be, she was determined not to fall for it. As they reached inside the palace, t
Third-Person Pov In the quiet twilight of a summer evening, the Silver Crest Pack stood as a testament to the passage of time. The once young Luna, Kazia, now a graceful woman with silver streaks in her hair, stood with her mate, Kavan, by her side. Their love had weathered the years, only growing stronger as they faced life's challenges together. Their children, a son named Rylan and a daughter named Elara, had inherited their parents' strength and kindness. Rylan, tall and broad-shouldered, carried himself with the regality of his father, while Elara possessed her mother's fierce determination and compassion. The pack rejoiced in the presence of these young heirs, their laughter filling the air as they played with other pack children. As the day approached its end, Kazia felt a pull in her heart, a longing to revisit the past, to acknowledge the journey that had led her to this moment. With a determined smile, she set off toward the heart of the pack, her steps sure and purposeful
Third Person PovIn the heart of the Silver Crest Pack, love continued to weave its enchanting tale. The bond between Elena and Iris, which had blossomed amidst the challenges and triumphs of their shared experiences, had matured into a love that was deep and profound. Now, they stood at the threshold of a new chapter in their lives, ready to pledge their eternal love to each other in front of their pack, their family, and their dearest friend, Kazia.As the sun dipped below the horizon, casting a warm, golden glow across the clearing where the ceremony was to take place, the pack members assembled, their eyes twinkling with excitement and happiness. The air was filled with the sweet fragrance of blooming flowers, and the soft murmurs of anticipation wafted through the gathering.Kazia, dressed in a gown that shimmered like moonlit dewdrops, stood proudly as the maid of honor. Her heart swelled with joy for her friends, for the love that had found its way into their lives despite the
Third Person PovThe sun was setting over the vast expanse of the Silver Crest Pack, casting a warm, golden hue across the landscape. The pack, once again, was bustling with life as lycans of all ages prepared for the evening activities. Within the heart of the pack, in the grandeur of the palace that had become a symbol of unity and strength, Kazia stood by the window, gazing at the setting sun, lost in her thoughts."Kazia, there's something I want to show you," Kavan's voice broke through her reverie. He entered the room, a mysterious glint in his eyes that piqued her curiosity."A surprise?" she asked, raising an eyebrow, her lips curling into a smile. Kavan nodded, his own smile mirroring hers. He took her hand gently and led her outside, where a small gathering of people waited. Kazia's senses tingled with anticipation. She recognized some members of the pack, but there were two unfamiliar faces – a man with eyes that held the same shade of her own, and another, slightly older,
Third Person PovThe day dawned bright and clear, the sun casting a golden glow across the Silver Crest Pack territory. Excitement buzzed in the air as the entire pack prepared for the momentous event that was about to unfold – the wedding of their beloved king, Kavan, and his radiant mate, Kazia.In the heart of the Silver Crest Pack, a grand pavilion had been erected, adorned with flowers of every imaginable color, their fragrance filling the air. The atmosphere was electric with anticipation, for it wasn't just a wedding; it was the union of two powerful souls, a promise of love and unity that would echo through the lycan kingdoms.Kazia, dressed in a gown that seemed to shimmer like the moonlit night, stood in her chamber, a blend of nervousness and excitement in her eyes. Her friends, Iris and Elena, were by her side, helping her get ready. Their faces lit up with joy as they looked at Kazia, their friend, their Luna.Iris, her eyes glistening with happiness, whispered, "You loo
Third-Person Pov In the heart of the Silver Crest Pack, where the echoes of a victorious battle still lingered, Kazia, Iris, and Elena found a moment of peace. The trio sat together in a cozy corner of the palace, the warm glow of candlelight casting a gentle ambiance around them. Their faces bore the marks of their shared struggles and triumphs, the scars of their past now overshadowed by the promise of a brighter future.Kazia, her eyes reflecting the depth of her experiences, spoke first. "I never imagined a life beyond Murad's captivity. Sometimes, it feels surreal that we're here, free and with a chance at happiness."Iris nodded, her expression thoughtful. "It's strange, isn't it? For years, our existence revolved around Murad's whims. Now, we have the opportunity to shape our own destinies."Elena, ever the observant one, interjected, "I wonder about the other pets in Murad's palace. What happened to them after his downfall? Are they free too, or are they still trapped in tha
Third-Person Pov Under the vibrant canopy of the forest, where the sunlight filtered through the leaves in golden hues, Kazia and Kavan found a moment of respite. The air was filled with the sweet fragrance of blooming flowers and the distant sounds of nature's orchestra. It was a perfect setting for the two lovers.Kavan reached out, his hand finding Kazia's, fingers entwining naturally. They walked along a winding trail, the soft earth beneath their feet a reminder of the grounded love they shared. The world seemed to fade away, leaving only the two of them in their own private sanctuary.They found a secluded spot near a cascading waterfall, its melody providing a soothing background to their moment. Kavan turned towards Kazia, his eyes reflecting the depths of his affection. "I can't believe how far we've come," he said, his voice a soft murmur, as if afraid to break the magic of the moment.Kazia smiled, her eyes reflecting the same sentiment. "It feels like a lifetime ago when
Third-Person PovAmidst the chaos of battle, where the clash of teeth and fur echoed through the forest, Kavan and Murad, two powerful Lycan kings, faced off like ancient titans, their eyes locked in a deadly duel. The air was thick with tension as they circled each other, their muscles taut and their instincts honed for combat.Murad, his eyes burning with possessive rage, snarled at Kavan, his voice a menacing growl. "You dare to steal my woman, Kavan? She's mine, marked by me! You cannot claim what belongs to me!"Kavan, his stance confident and defiant, retorted, "She is my mate, chosen by fate. She was never yours to begin with, Murad. Your mark means nothing to her, and it means nothing to me."With a primal roar, Murad lunged at Kavan, his claws extended like deadly talons. Kavan met him head-on, their bodies colliding with the force of a thunderclap. The impact sent shockwaves through the ground, shaking the very foundation of the forest.In their Lycan forms, they were formid
Third Person PovThe night hung heavy with the scent of impending battle, the air thick with tension as the Silver Crest pack prepared for the onslaught they knew was coming. The moonlight filtered through the dense canopy of trees, casting eerie shadows on the forest floor. In the heart of Silver Crest territory, the warriors stood in grim silence, their eyes alert and focused, their muscles coiled like springs, ready to unleash their fury upon any intruders.Meanwhile, across the invisible border that separated the Silver Crest pack from the domain of the tyrant Murad, the Silver Dawn wolves gathered, their breaths visible in the cold night air. Among them, Murad stood tall and menacing, his eyes ablaze with a possessive fervor that bordered on madness. Kazia, the object of his obsession, stood not far from him, her posture defiant, her gaze unyielding despite the fear that danced in her eyes.With a sudden, primal howl, Murad gave the signal, and the Silver Dawn pack surged forward
Third-Person PovIn the dim light of the palace, Murad's eyes blazed with unbridled rage as he stormed through the corridors. His every step reverberated with fury, sending shivers down the spines of those unfortunate enough to cross his path. The once-mighty ruler, now humiliated and defeated, lashed out indiscriminately, his fists landing on anyone who dared to glance in his direction.Servants and guards scattered, desperate to avoid the tempest of anger that was their king. Murad's snarls filled the air, echoing through the grand halls like the growls of a wounded beast. His palms, stained with the blood of his enemies, were now used to strike those closest to him.Amidst the chaos, Agrippina, his once-faithful Luna, approached, her eyes filled with worry and sorrow. She had seen him like this before, but never had his fury been so consuming, so uncontrollable. Desperate to calm the storm within him, she reached out, her voice a gentle plea."Murad, please," she said, her tone sof