I didn't sleep well last night. Saira Malivik haunted my dreams in a skimmy outfit. Now, as I stood on the left side of the throne, my temples throbbed from lack of sleep, and I had to force myself to stay awake. Of course, the Clan Elders’ boring chatter didn’t help my case. Suppressing a yawn, I raised my head and lazily swept my gaze across the hall. Then, I saw her. Or more specifically, them. As if attracted by some sort of a magnet, my gaze was automatically drawn to their clasped hands. All too suddenly, the hall went quiet. An indistinguishable emotion blazed in my heart, weighing my chest with heaviness. I frowned, slightly discomfited at what I was feeling. Was it jealousy or displeasure? I couldn't tell, and this pissed me off. 'Must be the dream messing with my mind.' I decided, wrenching my gaze away from their hands. “Saira, Idris, you’re here.” My father’s face lit up at their appearance. "Daughter-in-law, come here. Let me have a look at you.” He beckoned to the
My heart swelled with pride as I gazed at my wife. She was a wonder to me in so many ways. Her confidence, her loyalty towards her soulmate, and her unshakable faith in the bond few treated as a gift in our community, were commendable. However, what drew me to her was her willingness to fight for her mate and her resolve to wait for him to return to her side, no matter how long it took. And not for the first time, I internally ridiculed my brother for being a fool. And for the umpteenth time, I prayed to the Moon Goddess for him to remain a fool to his last breath. “She’s ours now! Even if he regrets his rejection, we won’t let him take her back!” Malko growled in the back of my mind with the possessiveness of a mate. I sighed dejectedly and reminded him. “That decision isn’t ours to make. Saira already hates me for forcing a Bonding Mark on her. I won’t take a risk that’ll make her loath my very existence.” Though not as strong as the marking between soulmates and chosen mates, a
“You can let go.” My words were for the Lycan, as I glowered at the old men. As I expected, they were nothing good. Thankfully, we left the hall and I didn’t need to see their faces anymore. Otherwise, I might’ve just cursed them to their face. “Sorry. Are you okay?” Idris Raed asked worriedly as he released my hand and scanned my face. “I’m still alive.” I sighed. The scene in the Meeting Hall had me rattled. Einas Raed didn’t only reject me, but he also painted me as a desperate woman in front of his clan members. His actions were disappointing, to say the least. I could tell he had intended to use public pressure to make me accept his rejection. Now, more than ever, I was determined to make him fall for me. To make him taste the pain of rejection, before accepting him as my soulmate again. “Do you have a library in your mansion?” I asked Idris Raed as we strolled out of the palace through a back door into a tropical garden. “I do. Do you want me to give you a tour?” The Lycan
I looked at the empty bowl in my hand and lamented dejectedly. “Nanny Zoy said the path to a person’s heart is through their stomach. It’s been a week, and yet, Saira still doesn’t like me.” “I think that old woman is playing with us. Idris, think of another way. Don’t girls like jewelry? Buy Saira the most expensive jewels, then she might fall for you.” Malko excitedly suggested. “You forget, Mal. My girl is the only daughter of Malivik Usan. She must’ve seen more jewels than we can imagine.” I dumped the bowl in the sink and headed to my office to get some paperwork done. As the Lycan Heir of the Pacific Sea, I had to look after the clan business. We owned a giant enterprise, the Raed Enterprise, involved in fishery, natural oil, and salt production. Of course, we also had a little hand in pearl collection, ship building and boats. However, the main source of our income came from the fresh fish we shipped to other countries, and the oil and salt we produced from the ocean. It’s a
I hated winters. It made it more difficult to wake up and keep the drowsiness away in the mornings. Knowing Saira Malivik would be taking part in the training today, I groaned, yanked my blanket to the side, and stumbled into the bathroom. By now, I’ve already realized it wouldn’t be easy to get my rejected mate out of my life. But I didn’t want her. And for Caira, I planned to trample on her self-esteem until she backed away from the Squad on her own. After a quick shower, I brushed my teeth and slipped on a sweatshirt and pants. I didn’t have time to dry my hair. The morning chill in the room caused me to towel dry it and grab a sweat coat, before going downstairs to get something to eat. Currently, only my mother and I resided in the Commander’s mansion. I didn’t want to walk on my father’s footsteps even by mistake. Therefore, even though we were close, I refrained from crossing the line with Caira. She would only start living with us when she officially and legally became my
I thought about it really hard. Why the hell was I going through so many twists and turns to win back that bastard, Einas Raed? As my soulmate, he should’ve accepted me. That’s the way it should’ve been from the first day. But not only did this bastard not accept me, but he also didn’t leave any chance to insult me at every meeting. I was angry, I was miffed. But most of all, the frustration of my situation was eating at my control, giving Zaria more access to my mind, and more chances to influence my emotions. Yes, it was important to win back my mate. However, wasn’t it up to me on how I won him? Therefore, after seeing this clause in the section of the Warrior Training Squad regulations, my heart pounded. An idea took form in my mind. And to implement this idea, I intentionally got here late this morning. My plan was simple. Beat the shit out of the bastard and vent all my emotions from the past month, while getting in some physical contact that would rekindle the spark of ou
“Vile creature of Sin, when will you croak?” That’s what they called me. The only question they ever asked me ever since I could remember. And I remember a lot. From the moment I entered this world, I knew I was different. How? I wasn’t born normal. I came out of my mother’s womb in the form of a beast with red eyes and red-blue fur. I was covered in blood, but my fur wasn’t slick with the liquid. No. It stood up like the spikes of a porcupine, and drained every last drop of blood my mother shed to give birth to me. As if that wasn’t enough, I even grabbed my umbilical cord and ate it before the eyes of the midwife. Obviously, she didn’t live to see the next sunrise to tell the tale. My father strangled her to death before she could scream in horror. From then, I was called ‘Vile Creature of Sin.’ My mother grabbed me by the neck and dragged my father and two siblings to the mass grave to bury me alive. I somehow knew their intention. Their disgust and revulsion washed ov
One second, she was seducing me with her ragged breathing. The next, she was croaking like a fish on dry land. I rested my chin on the shoulder of the woman beneath me, awfully aware of every part where our bodies touched, every beat our hearts shared, without meaning to. “Have you had enough?” I whispered, hoping she hadn’t noticed the catch in my breath. Her fresh rainwater and evergreen scent was bewildering. Every second I spent on top of her, I was finding it hard not to take her there and then. “Einas, mark her! She’s our mate!” My horny wolf pushed me with agitation, more than desperate to rip her clothes and cover her in his scent. “Fuck off, Jalal! She’s Idris’s wife!” Completely put off by the fact he was pushing me to not only betray Idris, but Caira as well, I snarled at him and cut off the link between us. Then I focused my attention back on the she-wolf. She hadn’t answered my question yet, so I raised my head to look in her eyes and found her pale as a corpse. Pani
“Damn it! She got away again!” I slammed my fist into the tree, leaves and branches flying, as the trunk caved in. Hatred and frustration roiled in the pit of my stomach. Four days, 10 hours, and 55, 56 seconds. That’s how long I’ve been trying to get rid of the she-wolf since Idris Raed’s nomination for Lycan King. Never before had I wasted so much time scheming and plotting to remove an obstacle from my path, as I’ve done in the past four days. Even with Asma, I only spent 2 hours. “Caira, there’s something’s wrong with this she-wolf.” “Oh? Why do you say that?” I retracted my hand and calmed down upon hearing Isra’s words. The two of us were a team, the perfect equal in strength and intelligence. We covered each other’s weaknesses and solidified each other’s strengths. If I failed to notice something, it usually didn’t escape my wolf’s sharp senses. “Think about it. Since she came to the Pacific Sea, nothing’s been going well for us. I mean, yes, Einas’s still wrapped around
My woman was a gem. This fact was proven with the way she dealt with the couple. As Luna, she had the right to call for their execution. The evidence Zubair gathered would’ve been enough to convict them. She, as well as every clan member in the yard, was aware of this. However. Instead of calling for their execution, Saira commanded the man to repay his mate’s medical fee. If one looked at this from an outside perspective, it seemed as if she was punishing him for being ungrateful. Only the insiders knew she had just exonerated them from the death sentence. Her command was equal to a punishment, and that punishment was equal to her giving the sentence for the attempt on her life. I realized this, and so did the crowd present in the yard. The shift in their emotions was almost palpable, as their gazes on her turned complicated. Without trying, without meaning to…she’d just won the hearts of the clan members. My heart clenched. I didn’t want to let the couple slide so easily. If I h
I focused on the faces scrunched in worry and concern. The same clan, the same Lycans, and yet, so different in behavior after the incident. Yes, I saved their mates. I’d also saved their pups. And most importantly, the virus I infected with the female members not only conditioned their body to the witchcraft of the dark forces, but the antidote also ensured they wouldn’t fall prey to a similar craft in the future. This was an advantage the other species didn’t have. A cure that would cost most millions of dollars to procure. And when the truth of this matter was exposed in the war to come, that immunity would take the form of a blessing that would protect their soul and rise their ranks above the various races. However, that was all in the future, and that war wasn’t the reason why I decided to act. My intention had been far simpler than that. Since the Lycans couldn’t be relied on, and I didn’t have the time to win Einas Raed’s heart, releasing the viral agent and curing the inf
I floated on the sea of darkness. I didn’t remember landing. The fall had seemed to go on forever, the sense of weightlessness engulfing my senses until only the darkness and despair consumed me from inside out. I grappled in the dark. With what, I couldn’t tell. The lack of sight filled me with a sense of surrealism where I perceived myself struggling but couldn’t feel anything. Whether I existed or was just a mere thought in the void became a question. You’re not a killer. No, you’re not her. You’re Saira Malivik, the heir of the Evergreen Pack and daughter of the Alpha King. Saira, I know you’re in there. Please, talk to me! Someone was talking. The voice called out to me, tugging and drawing me in a way I couldn’t explain. I twisted my head to the side to listen closely. Think about your parents, Sai. How broken would they be to see you in this state? If not for yourself, then at least for their sake, come back to your senses! Something in the void changed. It was gray now.
“I heard Saira’s sick in the head. What’re your plans?” An indifferent voice entered my ears the moment I stepped into the Meeting Hall. I raised my head and clashed with Einas Raed’s dark orbs. My first reaction wasn’t to respond to the mockery in his tone. It was to take in his appearance and note how closely he resembled the Lycan Leader. We both carried the same gene, but perhaps in my case, Luna Nazia’s chromosome overpowered Raed Basil’s. ‘Is this the reason he favored his bastard child more than me?’ I wondered and chuckled at the thought. “What’s so funny? Is the question too hard for you to answer?” The Lycan Commander frowned and moved to stand in my path. “If it is, I’m willing to do you a favor and take her off your hands.” His shamelessness made me speechless. “Are you serious?” I asked, then raised my hand. “You know what, don’t answer that. I can tell you’re serious from your expression.” The clan elders had yet to arrive, making us the only two in the spacious hall.
“How is she?” “More calm, but still out of reach…” Heartache and pain etched the Lycan’s features. “Can you feed her for me? I still have unfinished business to settle.” He smiled sheepishly, an endearing sight on a man of his status. “Of course.” He didn’t need to ask. I took over the tray in his hands and stepped to the side to let him pass. With a reluctant backward glance, Idris sighed and descended to the first floor, where the mate and mother of the dead child spewed venom in a grief-stricken wail. “Shut the hell up!” The Lycan snarled the second he reached the couple. I could imagine the dark aura ebbing from his figure, overbearing and oppressive in the way male Alphas and Lycans asserted their dominance, as the couple paled and flinched back in fear. The uneven rise and fall of their chests told me they were struggling to breathe properly. “What right do you have to cause a raucous here? My wife’s in a trauma because of your dead child!” My heart sunk with dread. His contr
The outbreak started out slow. It began from the outskirts of the clan, among the fragile bodied and weak willed females, before sweeping inward and erupting into a full-blown madness. The wails rang, slicing the air, matching in symphony with the cacophonous groans resonating in the yard. "Doctor! Where’s the doctor? Someone, please save my mate and pup!" "Fuck! Get out of my way! I got here first!" “Don’t push! My mate’s in a critical condition too!” The shrill drone scratched my eardrums, threatening to shatter my fragile mind as I fought to keep my wits about me. Females moaned on makeshift beds, some vomiting in misery, and others clutching their stomachs in an agonized pain in front of the Lycan Heir’s Mansion. Three hours into the crisis, and I was already about to collapse. Had I known it would be this hard to manage the clan members, I might have released the virus in small quantities. Well, maybe. I wasn’t sure how effective that method would’ve been. “Doctor Malivik
The next two days passed in a blur. A strange tension engulfed the Pacific Sea as the clan members reached an anonymous agreement and suppressed the news about the floating bodies. They continued to entertain their guests, behaved as though they had no worries in the world. Their efforts might’ve paid off, if only the people they were dealing with weren’t experienced leaders. I noticed the Lunas of the six clans exchanging furtive glances with their mates. It was one of unease and distrust. They sensed something off, and if the cold look in their eyes was anything to go by, they didn’t take well to being kept in the dark. Therefore, it was hardly surprising when an argument broke out between Raed Basil and the Carribean Leader. Their confrontation wasn't long. After exchanging a few heated words, Uzair Shuq grabbed his Luna's hand and stormed out of the palace. An hour later, a report of the Lycan's departure reached the Palace. With one of the Seven Lycan Leaders gone, the other l
I trudged into the Lycan Heir’s mansion, drained and exhausted in body and heart. What I was about to do was wrong in more ways than one. From an ethical perspective, I was stripping away the females consent and right to autonomy. But I was beyond caring at this point. “I don’t have much time. I need to implement the second step of my plan as soon as possible.” Compared to the phone call, getting Einas Raed’s attention was a lot easier. At least, it would’ve been, if I had experience in the field. However… “Sai, you’re back?” I had Sofia to turn to for help. Kicking off my boots at the door, I forced a smile on my face and headed into the kitchen. My best friend was at work shaping Macaroons, a sight I never expected to see. “Baking for the hot and sexy Beta?” I teased, suppressing a pang of guilt at how little attention I’ve given her since discovering the matter. “Yes…” She giggled and grabbed my hands with a squeal. “Oh, gosh, Sai, I wish you could meet him! He’s tall and bu