A spark of disappointment shot through me at the she-Lycan’s decisive departure. When I said I wanted her, I had meant it. I don’t know if it’s the aura of command she wielded with mastery, or the wicked soul she tried so hard to hide. But something about the brunette drew me to her. It certainly wasn’t love. A meaningless feeling like that didn’t belong in our world. I glanced at the female laying on the ground and smothered a humorless chuckle. ‘Must be her vicious spirit.’ No female with an ounce of kindness in her heart would deliver another female to our hands. The restlessness of my subordinates was a testament to that. They shuffled on their feet, their entire attention focused on the unconscious she-wolf. Sweat beaded their foreheads, sliding down their naked frames. Their muscles bulged as they fought for restraint. Mating and violence. They were the two things that made us Dark Rogues. We reveled in the pain and terror of our victims, feeding on them the way leeches fed
The piercing howl of wind blasting my ears cut off under yet another shriek of terror. Anxiety pushed at my limbs, initiating the shift from man to wolf without conscious thought. Large and majestic in his coat of obsidian black, Jalal raced through the woods, crushing and stomping anything that stood in his way. Anything that delayed him from getting to her. By this point, I couldn’t be bothered to tell him to remain calm. It wouldn’t make a difference. Ever since we picked up the she-wolf’s scent and left the clan grounds, the idiot had seemingly lost the ability to understand basic language. I relinquished control over our body to him and sat in the back of our shared mind. When I threw a rejection in her face, the link between soulmates hadn’t been established between our wolves. So, he led by scent alone. I didn’t regret my decision. On the contrary, my resolve to draw a line with the bitch became even firmer after yesterday’s discovery. “Einas, Saira’s in danger!” Jalal’s ag
**Saira** “Zaria, no! Don’t you dare hurt him!” I thought my mate rejecting me for another female was the worst thing that could happen to me. That I had everything figured out, and nothing more could hurt me. I thought wrong. The worst thing that could happen to me was now unfolding before my eyes. Staring me down with the familiar revulsion that haunted my every dream. Einas Raed, my mate and the last person I wanted to see this appearance of mine, gazed at me with unblinking eyes. Zaria sent him flying with a vicious kick. “You don’t tell me what to do, vile human. You’ve done enough of that for the past four years.” Resentment dripped from her ruthless tone, almost choking me with a murderous grip. An overwhelming force slammed into me, jolting me in the mental cage, the same way I shoved and sealed her in. The resulting pain shocked me to realization. This wolf, this beast I’d kept suppressed, was filled with bitterness to the depth of her soul. She blazed with a mad rage
The Living Hall of the Lycan Palace was full. The Lycan Leader, his Luna, his mistress, and every extra that either worked or was in the building at that moment was present. I helped Saira to the sofa, blatantly ignoring the presence of my brother, as he shadowed us. Growing up, we never got along. But for some reason, his face irritated me more today, then it ever had before. “It’s called jealousy, Idris. You’re jealous he found Saira before us.” Malko moaned melancholically. I could almost envision him curling his tail around himself. Shoulders drooped, eyes vacant, as grief and unwillingness assaulted my senses. He was right, of course. Though their bond was incomplete, Einas still found Saira before I did. This was the advantage of a soulmate bond. It was an intangible link a bonding mark, or even a chosen mate bond, couldn’t rival. I felt a spark of jealousy. Just a tiny bit, at the bond, at the strong connection my brother still shared with my wife. But I would never admit it
Idris was overreacting. He was taking this incident more seriously than I desired. Though I wanted to expose Asma Mirza for the devil she was, I didn’t want to draw attention to myself. If anyone found out she handed me over to a pack of rogues, it would be hard to explain how I managed to escape. That too, without being violated. “What reason would anyone have to target Caira, let alone kill her?” Einas Raed snarled, wrapping a protective arm around the she-Lycan’s waist. “Unlike someone else, she’s gentle and sweet, without any secrets.” My heart clenched at the veiled strike. I breathed through my nose, rapidly blinking my eyes to suppress the flood of tears. I felt emotionally unstable right now. His words cut deeper than a knife, twisting my insides and coiling my stomach in the most painful way. The effects of Zaria’s short takeover mustn’t have faded. “Einas.” Idris Raed growled, so deep and low, goosebumps broke out on my skin. “Are you…are you saying Saira deserves to be
The clatter of cooking pots exploded in the air as I dropped them on the floor. They spun in circles, rolling over to the corner where a heap of disposable plates and utensils waited for sorting. I closed my eyes and sucked in a deep breath. Calm. I needed to stay calm. I counted to ten. The rage, the frustration, the heartache…they flowed out of my limbs with each breath. When my body stopped shaking, I grabbed my purse and strolled out of the Palace kitchen. I did the shopping and prepared the menu. It wasn’t my duty to sort the items. The second I turned the corner, the pungent scent of air-freshener and perfumes drifted into my nostrils. With pale expressions, Omegas and she-Lycans scurried out from a nook on the other side of the kitchen. My chest felt stuffy, my steps heavy, as I trudged out of the palace back to the Lycan Heir’s mansion. The past week had been nothing short of a nightmare. After Einas Raed proved me a liar in front of his clan, the Lycans avoided me like a
I paced in front of Saira’s door. After that day, we barely exchanged a few words of greeting. Or, I wondered, is she avoiding me? Just as I frowned in contemplation, an Omega came up the stairs and dipped into a bow. “Lycan Heir, Beta Zubair is here to see you.” I sighed and waved her away. “Send him to the study.” With a slight nod, the Omega she-wolf turned and headed downstairs. I placed a hand on the doorframe. But my hand wouldn’t move to turn the knob. Would she even want to see me? Lowering my hand, I gave the door a reluctant glance, then turned and went to my study. “Did you see it clearly?” “Yes, Lycan Heir. The Lycan Leader and Lycan Commander entered Mirza Orabi’s mansion through the back entrance.” “Heh. Just as I expected. They haven’t given up on the idea of forming a Royal Court.” I sneered and swiveled around, rising out of my seat. “With the Former Commander’s support, even the Clan Elders won’t be able to stop them.” With my authority, it wouldn’t have been
Growing up, that man spent all his time and energy on the son of his mistress. I sulked in a corner, thinking he didn't like me because of the Luna. I cried and complained to the Moon Goddess. Blamed her for not making me the son of Eira Haris as well. I didn’t understand. Why did Raed Basil not care about me? Even if he hated the Luna, I was still his son. I thought he cared about me, but just didn't show it because of Luna Nazia. So at ten, when I overheard him make a personal request to the former Lycan Commander to train Einas Raed, I gritted my teeth and decided to train in secret as well. Maybe, he would notice me if I showed him I wasn't any worse than Einas. That's what I thought. How naïve I was. The day his bastard son had his evaluation, I challenged him. Though I won, what I got wasn't praise. No, Raed Basil locked me in a basement for training in secret. In his words, training in secret was the first sign of ambition. Of rebellion. Of possible usurpation of his posit
“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