“The next time you try to run from me, I will chase you. And make no mistake, I will catch you. Do you Understand?” “Y-, yes, sir.” I stutter, suddenly feeling hot all over. “Alpha!” He corrects me. “I may be a Lycan and a King, but I’m still your Alpha, sweetling.” Sage is nothing more than an outcast omega, living as a slave in the Blackthorn Pack. Cassius Sloane, the Alpha heir, is the only one there she can trust. Or so she thought. When a handsome stranger stumbles into her path, bloody and dying, Sage’s kind heart won’t allow her to turn her back on him, despite the consequences for harboring a rogue. But as soon as he’s well, he leaves her too. Sage has all but given up when her handsome stranger returns, saving her in her darkest hour. But in the midst of her salvation, truths come to light that leave her feeling even more distrustful and betrayed. She may have been given a second chance at life and a new home, but she quickly finds the Royal pack is no place for an lowly omega. And the ever-growing pull she feels to a certain king she can never have is the last thing she needs. In a kingdom plagued by mutant rogues and political perils, will she rise above her station and find true happiness, or will she forever remain the outcast omega? Other works: Fate Trilogy An Unwanted Fate A Tangled Fate: Bound By Her Betas A Cruel Fate: Her Gammas Regret Legend Of Glass Lake Series The Alpha’s Abandoned Luna And The twin Flames Tryst Of Fate Not Their Luna: A Female Alpha Story-Coming Soon Stand Alone Resisting The Alpha Triplets
View MoreAlexander Back in my chambers, I relay what I've learned to Dominic as I prepare for the Gala."Two children," he repeats, frowning. "That explains why there's been so much interest in Elara lately.""Interest from whom?" I ask sharply."Various factions. Nothing concerning yet, but more attention than usual." He helps me with the formal jacket, straightening the silver epaulettes. "What do you make of Princess Selene's interpretation?"I consider the question carefully. "It's convenient. Too convenient, perhaps. Her bloodline being exactly what the prophecy requires? The timing of their arrival with this new information?" I shake my head. "But the text itself felt genuine. Those passages about division, about being split apart—they resonated with something in me.""Your nightmares," Dominic guesses.I nod. "And apparently Elara's been having similar dreams.""That's... unsettling."A knock at the door interrupts us. My mother enters, resplendent in a gown of deep violet that matches
AlexanderThe Choosing Gala preparations transform the palace into a frenzy of activity. Servants hurry through corridors with armfuls of decorations, chefs bark orders in the kitchens, and the royal tailor makes last-minute adjustments to my formal attire—a midnight blue suit with silver embroidery that matches the royal colors.I stand still as he fusses with the collar, my mind elsewhere. Since the formal welcoming ceremony yesterday, I've been unable to shake the strange sensation I felt when meeting Princess Selene. Not a mate bond, but something significant. Something that demands my attention."Your Highness?" The tailor's voice breaks through my thoughts. "If you could turn, please."I oblige mechanically, catching sight of Dominic lounging in the doorway."Don't you look dashing," he drawls. "The eligible bachelorettes will be swooning.""Exactly what I need," I mutter. "Unconscious potential mates."The tailor suppresses a smile as he steps back to assess his work. "I believ
LyraThe eastern border of our territory lies closest to civilization—though "close" still means a half-day's trek through dense forest. I travel light, wearing the simple brown clothing that will help me blend in if I encounter outsiders. The herbs Elder Thalia gave me hang in a pouch around my neck, their scent both comforting and grounding.By midday, I reach the ridge that marks our territorial boundary. From here, I can see the sprawling royal lands in the distance, the castle spires just visible on the horizon. I've only seen the castle in drawings—a forbidden place where those who would exterminate us reign.I settle behind a fallen log, prepared to watch and wait. Hours pass with nothing but the usual forest sounds—birds calling, small animals rustling in the underbrush. Just as I'm considering changing position, voices drift up from the path below."—sure they're still in these parts?" a male voice asks. "It's been generations.""The old texts are specific," a second voice ans
LyraI press my hands to Mrs. Hadley's forehead, letting my energy seek out the infection that's been ravaging her body for days. The other healers tried traditional remedies—herbal infusions, poultices, even bloodletting—but the fever persisted. Now it falls to me, as always when conventional methods fail."Easy," I murmur as she whimpers. "I'm going to help you."Closing my eyes, I visualize the infection as a dark cloud in her blood. Most healers in our enclave work with their hands alone, but I've always seen illness differently—not just as something to push away, but as something to transform. I don't just channel healing energy; I redirect the sickness itself.My fingers tingle as I guide the infection, changing its nature rather than fighting it directly. Under my palms, Mrs. Hadley's skin cools, her breathing steadies. When I open my eyes, her face has regained its color, the angry flush of fever replaced by the pink of health."It's done," I tell her relieved husband. "She'll
AlexanderThe training yard is empty at this hour except for Dominic, who's setting up practice dummies with methodical precision. He looks up as I approach, a grin spreading across his face."Well, if it isn't His Royal Grumpiness," he calls. "Come to beat the bad mood out of yourself?"Despite everything, I feel myself smiling. Dominic has been my shadow since we were pups, the son of my father's most trusted warrior, trained from birth to be my Beta. Unlike everyone else, he's never treated me like I'm made of glass—or nitroglycerin."Something like that," I reply, shrugging off my formal jacket and rolling up my sleeves. "I need to hit something that won't complain to the council about it.""Rough breakfast?" He tosses me a wooden practice sword.I catch it with one hand. "The usual. 'Take a mate, fulfill the prophecy, save the kingdom.'""Just another Tuesday, then." He positions himself across from me, sword at the ready. "The Northern delegation arrived.""So I heard." I circle
Alexander I jolt awake, sweat soaking through my silk sheets, heart hammering against my ribs like it's trying to escape. The nightmare clings to me, fragments of images still burning behind my eyes—my body tearing in two, one half glowing with healing light, the other consumed by Alpha power, both halves reaching for each other but never connecting."Just a dream," I mutter, dragging a hand down my face.Except it doesn't feel like just a dream. It feels like a warning.The morning light filters through the royal blue curtains of my chambers, casting long shadows across the polished marble floor. Twenty-four years old, and I still wake up terrified like a pup. Some heir to the Lycan throne I am.A knock sounds at the door, three quick raps I recognize immediately."Enter," I call, pushing myself up against the ornate headboard.My father's Beta, Garrett, steps in, his face a carefully composed mask that doesn't quite hide his concern. He's been looking at me like that more often late
That's a wrap for Sage and Alaric's story! Thank you so much for taking this bumpy ride with me! I hope you enjoyed reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it! We'll see a bit more of Sage and Alaric in Alexander's story, coming up next right here on this thread. The Lycan Heir's Destiny"His violet gaze locks with mine, power crackling between us like lightning before a storm. 'I was born to rule a kingdom,' he growls, backing me against the ancient stone wall, 'but fate made me yours.' His touch blazes across my skin, healing and burning in equal measure. 'Why must you tempt me like this?' he demands, fury and desire warring in his eyes. Before I can answer, his mouth claims mine in a kiss of raw possession and rage—a battle neither of us can afford to lose, yet neither will surrender."As heir to the Lycan throne, Alexander Sterling carries the weight of an ancient prophecy on his shoulders. With his twenty-fifth birthday approaching, he must take a mate before claiming his crown.
"We should get up," I say reluctantly after indulging in the comfort of Alaric’s arms longer than our mornings usually allow. But all too soon, the moment we’ve spent basking in our joyous news is overshadowed by the awareness of the many responsibilities waiting beyond our private chamber. "The council will be gathering soon."Alaric growls softly, arms tightening around me in playful resistance. "They can wait," he counters, rolling to position his body above mine with careful weight distribution that somehow manages to be protective and passionate simultaneously. "I've just learned I'm going to be a father again. There are matters requiring immediate attention before affairs of state can possibly be addressed."The desire flowing through our connection ignites a matching response in me, political obligations temporarily fading beneath more primal considerations. This has been an unexpected gift from all we've endured together – passion deepened beyond anything I could have dreamed a
One year laterMorning sunlight streams through our bedroom windows, painting golden patterns across Alaric's sleeping form. I study him in this rare moment of complete relaxation – the powerful lines of his body softened in slumber, the weight of crown and kingdom temporarily set aside. My fingers trace the silver mark at his neck, my claim now as permanent as his upon me.So much has changed in the year since Alexander's birth. The kingdom that once viewed me as an unwelcome intruder now bows respectfully to their healing queen. The council that resisted my position now seeks my counsel on matters extending beyond traditional healing responsibilities. And the mate who once fought our connection now reaches for me even in sleep, his hand finding mine with an unconscious certainty that makes my heart swell."Watching me again?" he murmurs without opening his eyes, a smile playing at the corners of his mouth."Absolutely. Every chance I get," I admit, leaning down to brush my lips again
Sage “Sage! Sage! Where is that wolfless little urchin?” I hear Daphne, the Beta’s daughter and so-called future Luna, at least that’s how she regards herself, calling out to me as I rush inside the packhouse. “I’m here!” I answer, a little too breathlessly. “You’re late!” She chides, the promise of swift and severe punishment lurking in her eyes. Daphne grabs my wrists, twisting them painfully as she drags me closer. “You lazy little gutterpup! How dare you take advantage of your Alpha’s kindness!” I feel the sting on my cheek before I even register her hand flying out to slap me. My eyes prick with tears that I refuse to let fall. I rub at the tender flesh while ignoring the snickers from the other omegas who’ve gathered to enjoy the show. They wouldn’t find it so funny if it was happening to them. But of course it never will. Not when they have a poor wolfless outcast like me to abuse instead. “You will climb up that ladder and polish the crystal chandelier until it shine...
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