The world around me was dark. Heavy footsteps kept coming my way as I fought my natural Instinct to run. It was Lucas. he was right there and he was coming for me. I felt frozen, not knowing what to do. And then, right before I run, a sharp light invades my eyes.When I regained consciousness, my surroundings were unfamiliar. the sharp invading rays of the sun invaded my eyes as I opened them. The scent of a clean pair of sheets caught me offgaurd. I had slept on tree branches and grass over the last weeks that I'd not fully realized where I was or who I was with. I sat up from the bed and looked around. I was dizzy, like I'd hit my head or something. I slowly sat up in the strange bed, I wasn't sure what to think. On one hand I might be in danger. What if he caught me? What if he’d let his Lycan beast kill me? Is this hell?As my eyes adjusted to the surroundings, I noticed Lucas in a chair by my bedside. He fixed his gaze on me. His once-wild eyes were now back to their sharp blu
"The thing about a Lycan's claw, or their teeth, is that the damage they leave slows down the supernatural healing process of any wolf, and hieghtens the pain.'' Doctor Aisha explained, as she applied some ointment on neck before putting the bandages back on. "Does it ever kill?'' I asked, meeting her eyes for only a split second. She picked up her kit, looking through it before she picked up a scissors. "Yes it does, but not a mate.'' "What?'' I asked, tilting my head as she trimmed the bandage. She hesitated for a moment, her senses became alert, before she hurriedly got down from the bed. Suddenly i caught scent of Lucas, and the wolf inside me was excited. The large doors to our bedroom were opened from the outside, and Lucas walked in, looking as hot and glorious as ever. I swallowed loudly, trying to tear my eyes from that tonned body. Lucas made me think sinfully. Any normal thing he did would often be turned to something sexual in my mind. What the hell was wrong with me?
"You..You're, You're the Lycan King's sister?'' I stuttered, suddenly feeling a wave of fear take over me. "Yeah. I don;t get why he did not tell you i was coming. I was to come weeks ago but he said he hasn't found you yet.'' "Found me?'' I asked as we shook hands, meeting her eyes for a brief second. The resemblance in them however was not same. She did not have Lucas' eyes. I'd seen her eyes somewhere. I just couldn't put my finger on it. "Yeah, after you guys fucked he said you ran.'' She said effortlessly. "You're the first girl who's ever not asked for more or begged my brother to stay. You actually run from him.'' I was not sure what i was suppost to say. And talking about intimate moments with my mate's sister did not sound too good. I wasn't even comfortable talking about sex with Lucas himself, even though it was the only thing he thought about. "It's nice to meet you Sabrina.'' I let out as i smiled poilitely. She moved back to seat on the bed space beside me, she touc
Lucas had arrived about an hour ago, yet he'd not even come up the stairs to see me, I did not know what was wrong with me. But i missed hm. I wanted to see him. To touch him, To kiss him. After my encounter with Sabrina, i was nervous about the rest of the Morreti family. I needed all the cards on the table. Everything i needed to know about my mate's family and their traditions. Why was it such a big deal for Sabrina when she discovered Lucas was yet to mark me. It was rather confusing. However, the last words she said to me make my stomach churn. "You don't deserve my brother Elara Moore. You deserve to die before the thing in your womb sees the light of day.'' The words sounded in my heard like a resilient gong. All my life, i had grown accustomed to threats, insults and words if degradation and heartbreak. Yet, why was it so difficult for me to take this? Was it because i had another person to defend and protect? A helpless person? My child. Her life growing inside me always
"Elara!'' Lucas called out. He walked in, ordering the guards to leave. " What?'' I asked, clenching my fist."My sister tells me you two met.''"Is that a question or a statement!'' I answered, meeting his eyes in defiance. His gaze grew darker as he walked towards me. I decided not to give him the advantage, and i stepped off the bed and down the the floor. My hieght compared to him was relatively short, and it made me look up at him like a thing stuck on the ceiling."Don't take that tone with me!'' His command was swift as he looked down at me. He brought his fingers towards my neck, and i snapped them away."You don't get to match back here and act like everything is okay. You're not a fucking child. Stop throwing tantrums and j..."Suddenly i was picked up off my feet and pushed against the wall gently, yet in a way that scared me. His hands were tight around my neck as he forced me to look at him. His body pressed up against mine, causing me to invaluntary borrow some of that b
I've always heard that mates are able to connect telepathicly. In a way that needs no words or actions. No eye contact. I always thought it was crap. It did not make sense, and no one ever talked about it. Even the mated wolves. Over time, it is believed that this ability died when the moon godess dissapeared and left a high priestess as a messnger. Alot of things are believed to have been gone when the moon godess went missing. More than a thousand years ago, she walked among the wolves. It was only a century after we were all created. Wolvs began to exist only two thousand years ago. And for a thousand years, the moon godess lived with the wolves and blessed our lands. When she dissapeared, chaos errupted, visions and curses were placed on werewolves and the worst beast known to us came to existence: the lycans. Till date, alot of the information known to us wolves about lycans is speculated. No one has met one and lived to tell the tale. For five hundred years, the Lycans terrori
A sombre mood arrested the vicinity, a heavy blanket of horror and fear covered the atmosphere. The room was tense, cottoned with a sense of suffocation. Sabrina, though I had not known her well enough, did not deserve to die the way she did. Certainly not because of me. "What is wrong with you?'' I spoke slowly, tears cascading down my cheeks as I looked at him, his back still facing me. His parents were still standing across the entrance, his mom, sobbing quietly as Lucas' father held her. "How could you be such a monster?'' I shouted, fist clenched as I moved forward. I watched as his back tensed, his shoulders clenching before he slowly turned to face me. This time, despite the overwhelming fear I had for him, my anger and disgust for what he had done and who he was compelled me to speak up. "I told her,'' he said, quivering his head. "She did not listen.'' "She is your sister!'' I spoke, feeling the guilt choke me. I have no family, no one to call a loved one. I have not been
The tension in the room had reached its peak. My confession hung heavy in the air, and Lucas struggled to contain the storm of emotions raging inside him. He had just confessed his undying devotion to me, and in response, I had thrown his world into chaos. “I’m telling you the truth Lucas. This baby is not yours. Trust your instincts. You knew from the start that this baby was not yours. And so did the high priestess. Now I'm coming clean. I mean come on, you’re the great Lycan King, who wouldn’t want to carry your child. I wanted your status, I wanted people to respect me. You were just a pawn in my ga…”"You're lying!" Lucas's voice was filled with desperation, his eyes blazing with a mix of anger and authority. It was as if he refused to accept the harsh reality that I had just painted before him. I knew I was making a mistake. But today, Lucas had to reject me. I needed to find a way. I will not raise my child around him. He is a monster who kills brutally without a second chance.
Lucas’ POVThe interrogation room reeked of blood and sweat. The metallic scent clung to my skin as if it was trying to remind me of who I am—what I am. David was still slumped over in his chair, unconscious but alive. Wolves heal fast, but this particular wolf wouldn’t be able to stand for a while. Not after what I’d done to him.I looked down at my bloodstained hands, frowning slightly before rubbing them together as if I could erase the evidence of my cruelty. It was easy to lose myself in these moments, to become the monster everyone expected me to be. It came naturally, the rage, the violence.But not today.A soft knock at the door broke my thoughts. The sound was hesitant, as if the person on the other side wasn’t sure whether they should disturb me or not.“Aurelio,” I called, knowing instinctively that it was him. He always knocked like that—polite but cautious.I opened the door, finding him standing straight and alert, his usual demeanor, though there was a weariness in his
Lucas’ POVThe scent of blood filled the air. Metallic, sharp, it clung to the walls of the dungeon like a thick fog. I stood outside David’s cell, the heavy door was slightly ajar. I could already hear his shallow breathing, I could smell the fear coming from him. .This wasn’t the first time I had interrogated a traitor, but this was different. David had been one of my most trusted soldiers, a pack member who had fought for our survival, bled for us. Yet here I was, ready to rip his secrets out piece by piece, to uncover the truth by any means necessary. A truth he was clearly hiding.Aurelio stood behind me, his face impassive, awaiting my command to begin. I stepped forward, pushing the door open. The hinges groaned, a sound that mirrored the weight of what was about to unfold. David sat in the middle of the cold stone room, his wrists chained above his head to the ceiling, his feet barely touching the ground. His face was swollen, already bruised from the earlier "talks" we’d ha
Lucas’ POVI’ve never been one to watch someone sleep. In fact, I haven’t had any peaceful sleep since my first shift. Each time I close my eyes, I see Emma. I hear my father’s words, the lessons he hammered into me for years: *Strength is survival. Emotions are weak. Weakness gets you killed.* Tonight was no different. Sleep wasn’t an option, but for the first time in a long while, I felt... still.I sat on the sofa in my bedroom, watching my mate, Elara, sleep until the first light of dawn crept through the curtains. The steady rise and fall of her chest, the soft murmur of her breath—it all seemed so foreign to me. Her face was peaceful, completely at ease. It was a kind of peace I’d never known.But I wasn’t built for peace. My world was chaos, constantly shifting, and no matter how calm the moment seemed, I always expected the worst. That’s how I survived.A knock at the door snapped me out of my thoughts. I stood, careful not to disturb Elara, and made my way over. I opened the
Elara's POV Lucas gently guided me into our bedroom. I felt relieved being with him. His hand never left my back, guiding my every step. It’s as if he was scared I’d disappear on him. I glanced up at Lucas. He looked as strong, muscular and handsome as ever, but there was something softer in his expression—something I hadn’t seen in a long time. His eyes met mine, and in that moment, I realized how much I needed him. Not as the Alpha who commanded respect, but as the man who held my heart, who could make me feel safe when the world was falling apart around me. I sank down onto the edge of the bed, my body aching with exhaustion. The soft mattress beneath me felt like heaven, but even as I sat there, my mind was racing. The day had been filled with too many close calls, too much fear. But now, being here, in our space, with Lucas beside me, I could feel the weight of everything starting to lift. Lucas lingered by the door for a moment, his gaze locked on me, as if making sure I
The moment I laid eyes on Elara, my heart nearly stopped. She was trembling in Sabrina's grip, her face pale and her eyes wide with fear. Seeing my mate in such distress was like a knife to my chest. My breath hitched, and a primal urge surged through me—a desperate need to protect her from whatever nightmare she had just endured.Without hesitation, I stepped forward, my gaze fixed on the scene unfolding before me. David lay on the ground, a spear protruding from his torso, his life slowly ebbing away as blood pooled beneath him. The coppery scent of it filled the cave, making the air feel thick and suffocating. Elara’s desperate, trembling pleas for help cut through the tension like a blade, her voice barely holding together under the weight of her fear. Every fiber of my being screamed at me to do something, to act quickly before I lost control."Don't touch him," I commanded, my voice cold, hard, cutting through the air like a whip. Sabrina froze, her hand hovering over the spear,
Elara's POVTime seemed to slow as the spear arced toward me, the tip glinting with deadly intent. I closed my eyes, waiting for the worst.But the impact never came. Instead, a sudden force shoved me sideways, and I stumbled, barely keeping my balance. Whirling around, I saw David standing where I had been, the spear embedded in his chest . He crumpled to the ground, his eyes wide with pain."David!" I cried, rushing to his side. "Why did you do that?"David grimaced, his breaths coming in ragged gasps. "I couldn't let him...kill you," he whispered, blood seeping through his fingers as he clutched the spear.Michael, his face twisted with rage, lunged forward, intent on finishing what he'd started. But before he could reach us, Alaric and Sabrina sprang into action. In a blur of movement, Alaric had Michael pinned to the ground, one massive hand wrapped around his throat."You dare attack my son's mate?" Alaric growled, his voice laden with menace. "That was a mistake you won't live
Elara’s POVHe was inches from my face, I could see the anger and hate behind his eyes. “It was you.’’ Michael says, surprising even David. “You’re the reason I’m on this god-forsaken mission, leaving off wild animals and water from a lake. You’re the reason I’m sleeping in a cave like I have no home. You!’’ I wiped my mouth, yet, still, feeling like I wanted to vomit again. I was starting to feel dizzy. “Michael, what are you talking about? What mission.’’ You're insane. Both of you," I said, looking between him and David. "None of you make any sense. You plan is ridiculous. Lucas isn't some puppet you can manipulate. He's dangerous, unpredictable. You have no idea what you're dealing with."David scoffed. "And you do? Face it, Elara. The best thing you can do now is disappear. Save yourself and that baby you're carrying. It's the only way."I shook my head, backing away from both of them. "No. I won't abandon my responsibilities. I won't let more people die because of me.""You
Elara's POVI stood frozen, my heart pounding in my chest as I stared at David, the high priestess' son. He held a spear in his hand, pointing it in my direction, silently warning me to stay put.I touched my belly. "Moon goddess, please protect my baby and me. Save us from this."The air was charged with tension. Behind me, I could hear the human struggling to his feet, his breath coming in ragged gasps as he nursed the wounds I'd inflicted."Going somewhere?" David's voice was cold and unfamiliar. I had only known him as the high priestess' son, but now his presence filled me with dread. Whose side was he on? Was he friends with the human?I took a step back, my hand instinctively moving to protect my stomach. "Please, I need to go back. People will die if I don't."He laughed, a harsh sound that echoed off the cave walls. "Oh, you have no idea.""But I'm afraid you're too late."My blood ran cold. "What do you mean?"David's lips curled into a cruel smile, as if he enjoyed deliveri
Lucas POVThe battlefield is a scene of carnage. Wolves tear into each other, their ferocity unmatched. Bodies litter the ground, the scent of blood and death filling the air. This is the war I’ve trained my men for, a war we should win, but none of it matters to me. I’m not here for victory or glory. I’m here for one reason: to find Elara.My claws slice through Matthew’s soldiers like they’re made of paper. Blood sprays across my face, but I barely feel it. The world around me is a blur of violence and chaos, but my mind is consumed by one thought—*where is she?* I tear apart another of Matthew’s men, lifting him by his throat. His eyes widen in terror as my claws dig into his neck, cutting off his air supply. He’s choking, struggling to breathe, but I don’t ease up. I revel in his fear, his desperation. I want answers, and I’ll kill anyone who stands in my way.“Where’s your Alpha?” I snarl, squeezing his throat tighter. “Where’s Matthew? Where’s Elara?”His lips quiver as blood d