Ashley
Like an iron cage, the Mating Ceremony loomed over me. The entire pack had gathered, elders and warriors alike, along with visiting wolves from other packs. Inside the dressing chamber where I waited to be called upon, I fastened the intricate waist chain around my ceremonial gown, the weight of my expensive cloak pressing on my shoulders. Outside, four high-ranking warriors stood guard. Four. As if I were a high-value prisoner rather than a former warrior stripped of my wolf and status. Carina stormed in, eyes gleaming with malice. She wore a gown so similar to mine that at a glance, you’d mistake her for the Luna. "Feeling proud of yourself?” she sneered. “Don’t get too comfortable. I’ll make sure everyone remembers who the real Luna is." I’m pretty sure Carina has no idea that I’m truly just her substitute. Otherwise, she wouldn’t waste her time. She used to ignore me—even after I got together with Jace. But once he started talking about marrying me, everything changed. With a vicious smirk, she yanked the scarf from my neck, revealing the bruised fingerprints Elder Joseph had left behind. A grotesque reminder of how close I had come to death. “What a shame,” she chuckled, spinning on her heel. “He should’ve finished the job.” Exhaling sharply, I turned to face the ceremonial altar. It was a breathtaking sight, adorned with flowers and gleaming gold. Yet all I saw was a stage set for my destruction. Jace approached, his touch deceptively gentle as he led me toward the Moon Goddess statue at the front of the hall, which overlooked everyone. I knew better, though. His grip was firm, unyielding. The moment he marked me, I would be bound to him, stripped of any remaining freedom. Yes. Part of this unifying ceremony was the fact that he was also going to mark me. To publicly lay claim to me. “Oh, Jace . . . !" There Carina was, reaching for Jace from the line of seated guests. “Jace, help me . . .” She shakily stood to her feet, drawing everyone's attention, before pressing her hand to her forehead. I had never found Carina's voice so sweet before. Her old trick again. I watched Jace, waiting for him to abandon the ritual as he always had before because of Carina. But this time was different. He hesitated only briefly before giving a sharp nod to his right-hand. Lucas, ever obedient, carried Carina away as she cast Jace a tearful, disbelieving look. Like she couldn't believe her eyes. My stomach twisted with disappointment. I need chaos—something that will let me escape to the border where Lucas promised to let me go. The ceremony continued without hitches, and soon after, we reached the main crux of the event. The marking itself. Jace’s breath was warm against my skin as he lowered his lips toward my neck. Coming closer and closer with every passing second. A crazy plan was already forming in my head. An escape plan, or at best, a plan for the purpose of rebellion. I wasn't going to go gently. “Wait!” A commanding voice cut through the tension. “I believe Miss Ashley has a better option—one that will truly help her grow.” He was Alpha Henry, leader of a neighbouring pack. I had met him once during a joint operation. He was from Jace’s father’s generation, a seasoned Alpha whose reputation was built on blood and victory. If our old Alpha hadn’t died in battle, Jace wouldn’t have been forced to take over so soon. I suspected this was the plot that was meant to unfold. The plan that Jace had told me about earlier. Tension crackled in the air as the two alphas faced off. Henry, though much older, carried an air of dominance that came from years of hard-won experience. His gaze was sharp, his stance unshaken. “Let her go, Jace.” His voice was firm, almost condescending. “I don’t want to hurt you. You are, after all, Luca and Elena’s son. We want the same thing.” Jace’s jaw clenched. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.” His voice was low, steady, but the way he emphasized our and my left no doubt about his claim. “Ashley grew up in our pack. She has always been my mate.” A murmur spread through the gathered wolves. They couldn’t hear the alphas’ hushed words, but the tension alone had them on edge. To them, this wasn’t just a ceremony anymore—it was a spectacle. A fight for possession. The moment the Alphas turned on each other, their dominant auras clashing in silent battle, I felt the shift in the air. I tensed up, my muscles locking in place. Jace’s refusal to yield darkened Henry’s expression. His patience snapped. Henry lunged first. Jace met his attack head-on, shifting mid-air, their massive wolf forms colliding with a thunderous crash. The battle erupted in full force. Chaos spread, wolves scattering as the Alphas clashed, their raw power sending tremors through the ground. No one was watching me. Slipping into the shadows at the edge of the hall, I dashed toward the nearby forest, hoping to spot Lucas. Then, the stench of blood and chaotic wolf aura hit me so powerfully that I was disoriented for a moment. A rough hand clamped around my arm like a vise. Rogues. How could it be rogues again? I didn’t hesitate. Twisting my wrist, I drove my free fist upward, striking true. But the Rogue was stronger. His grip tightened before he staggered, barely hindered by my attack. I fought, kicking, slicing, but I was outnumbered. My limbs were wrenched back, a rope binding my wrists. Then, with brutal efficiency, they lifted me over a broad shoulder. No! Not again. The sounds of the battle faded as they carried me outside toward the end of the forest. Something felt off. They weren’t in a hurry, moving at a steady pace as if they had no fear of being caught by the wolves. I forced myself to stay calm, to conserve my strength. But the creeping sense of dread gnawed at me, growing heavier with every second. Then, they stopped. I was thrown to the ground. The impact jarred my body, but I gritted my teeth and pushed myself up, my legs trembling beneath me. Beta Lucas stood in front of me, rigid and imposing. A second figure stood a short distance away, his back turned to me—familiar, yet unrecognizable in this moment. “Why didn’t you tell me the plan changed?” I demanded, keeping my voice steady despite the sickening weight in my chest. “I didn’t expect there’re rogues.” A cold sneer cut through the air. “You’re too naive,” he scoffed. “We went through so much effort to strip you of your wolf. Did you really think we'd ever let you go?” His words hit like a slap. My mind reeled, struggling to process them. So it was all part of a plan—to strip me of my wolf… Even the rogues had been nothing more than their pawns! I glanced toward the figure ahead of me, my pulse hammering. And then, as if sensing my gaze, he turned. Jace.Ashley From the very beginning, it was all a part of their plan. I didn't know how I didn't notice it earlier—how I had been so blinded. How someone once considered a formidable warrior could be so oblivious to such sinister plans. I clutched my head in my hands, feeling the world spinning and spinning around me. The rescue. The raising. Jace’s confession. Amy getting stripped away from me. It was all part of their plan. I was a perfectly played pawn in this chess game, and I was only finding out after I had been swept off the board. How pathetic. “Was our mate bond . . . even real?” I hated the shakiness in my voice, but the inside of me has become cold . . . So very cold. “Or was that part also perfectly orchestrated?” The silence gave me enough answers. I laughed in response, the sound hollow in my ears. “I saw this place as home. I considered you all family, despite everything, despite how many times you all showed me the very opposite of what family should be.” Jace
AshleyGrowing up, all that I knew about Lycans and their tribe was the fact that they were incredibly powerful, possessing a strength that even normal werewolves couldn't match. Somehow, they had evolved, becoming a different breed altogether. One that could count us as prey if they wished.Across the battlefield, which had once been loud with sounds of fighting and struggling, silence ensued. The smell of sulfur smoke filled my nostrils, a remnant of the powerful flash of lightning that had announced the Lycan King's arrival.The closer he got, the smaller everything else around me seemed to appear. Inconsequential. Mere nonentities. Power leaked through his very essence telling us who he was more than words ever could.And he was headed straight for me.He stopped right before me, and I drew my gaze upwards, a little desperate to actually look him in the eyes. They were ice blue, almost translucent, and flashed a deeper cyan every now and then, like electrical pulsing.Zane. The Ly
JaceShe had slipped through my fingers like sand, and this time, it didn't look like I was going to get her back.Ashley.Dulled from the power of the Lycan, it took a little more effort than usual to get back on my feet. My whole body ached from the lightning bolt that struck me. If not for the durability that werewolves possessed, I would have been nothing but a charred mess left behind for the vultures to feast upon. Around me, laid my men in various states of pure defeat. The rogues that we had allied with for this very purpose, now looked at me and Lucas with disdain, as though we were the cause of their misfortune. I would have summoned my Alpha Command to silence them, but I couldn't even breathe properly without my body feeling like metal.I picked up Lucas from the floor, irritated by how easy it was for him to be felled. He had always been a coward, hiding behind me as a shield for his cruelty. Looking at him now, I wanted to blame him for Ashley finally getting the live
ZaneI was fully aware of the prophecy that loomed over me, but unlike what people expected from me, it didn't scare or faze me. Instead, I found myself welcoming it with open arms.The lightning that seeped from my fingers and scorched the earth, while appearing like a great blessing to others, was a curse to me.For generations, people with this power died young, because such energy was not to be wielded by a creature of flesh and bones. Somehow, though, the power had found its way into my family, and had been passed on for generations. It was also one of the reasons why our tribe became so wealthy and respected. The worst enemies you could have had weren't strong werewolves, they were an evolved werewolf breed blessed by the skies above with power to manipulate lightning.I refrained from groaning out loud during the journey back to my tribe. One of the strict training sessions that I had been unable to shake off was the one of endurance and silence. No matter how much pain I was
AshleyThe man who had brought me disappeared into another room the moment the handed me over to his Beta. It wasn't like I had much to say, but a part of me had gotten used to his presence, and so his sudden absence felt . . . odd.The Lycan Tribe was just as we had been told, with a few exceptions here and there. But the main things remained evident. The towering structures that exuded wealth, the mighty guards and warriors that I caught glimpses of as we crossed the gates leading to the main holding. They had been stiff and absolute in their submission to their Lycan King, which I expected, but he didn't even need to look at anyone before they knew not to stand in his path. They all feared him. But I could just feel that there was more to him than he let on. For one, how had his powers come about? I had heard about the Lycans’ strength that was so great that normal werewolves couldn't compete. Their powerful empire that put other packs to shame. All of that, but seeing it in pers
AshleyI held my breath. There really was no turning back. Like a common criminal, I was dragged away from the Healing Grove, even though Alicia had tried to diffuse the situation. Her worried pleas had fallen on deaf ears as the general and her men took me away. I was taken down a long corridor that seemed to go on for hours, or maybe I was just too out of my mind to understand orientation anymore. The men that held me didn't seem to care that their hands sunk harshly into my flesh, and I knew that I was going to be badly bruised afterwards. The downsides of the pale skin I possessed.Finally, we entered a large room with ceilings so high that you couldn't reach them no matter how high you jumped. With power-white pillars placed at equal intervals down both sides of the room. Violet drapings clung to the walls, oozing opulence. And right at the end of the room, seated in an ornate chair that looked crafted by gods, was a woman whose aura filled up the large room; steady and firm,
AshleyThe Luna got up from her chair, lifting her arms up into the air and looking like she was about to faint from relief. “Oh, Zane! You're finally awake. Your recovery was swift this time.” She pulled him away from me and touched his face, running her hands over the light shadow of his beard. “How do you feel?”Zane fidgeted a little, shifting out of her tight embrace. “I'm doing better now.” He pointed to me. “And it's because of one of the potions she gave me. She's a healer, and I would like her to work for us here in the tribe.”Potion? What potion?My eyes went wide in confusion, before I realised that he was trying to cover up for me to spare me from more trouble. I adjusted my expression quickly, and nodded in agreement.With a roll of her eyes and an exasperated sigh, Clara came up to me and pulled me to my feet harshly. “I'll take her back.” Why she was suddenly reserving all her comments about me in Zane's presence seemed a little strange. Just a while ago, she was so
AshleyIf everyone hadn't been looking at me before, then they definitely were at that point.Another man joined us. His eyes showed age and experience, and even before I heard his name, I could tell that he was likely the older Healer the Queen had asked of earlier.“Healer Francis, what's the matter with Daisy?” Zane asked, turning to the man and waiting for a response. I could feel the agitation rolling off him in waves, and I wondered if anyone else could feel it. It vibrated in and around me, making me even more aware of his presence. He didn't answer, instead the healer caught sight of me standing beside the bedridden girl and walked up to me. “Who are you?”“She's a healer,” Zane said the exact same time I said, “I'm a healer.”“And what, you think that perhaps you can perform the miracle that we all have been unable to?” His voice was full of annoyance. “We have some of the finest healers here already, and they have all tried their best.”“I can try,” I said calmly. I could
Ashley“Now that you know all that you do now, I expect that you'll be more cautious, Ashley,” James said once we were out of the pack house’s hidden site. Zane’s cage. Silver moonlight slid through his hair, making him appear like an angel—but I knew better. Eager to get away from him, I nodded. “Yes, I understand now.” The coldness in my chest from Zane's behaviour still lingered, although I tried to tell myself otherwise. I wondered why I still kept holding on to hope that he would open up to me, even when he had shown me differently more than once.Thoughts of Zane abandoned my mind when James moved closer to me, clasping both of my hands protectively in his. It made me all the more aware of how taller he was, and bigger too. His attitude may have been off putting, but he was an undeniably attractive person. And he was very much aware of it from the way he looked at me with heavily-lidded eyes.“I regret to leave your side this evening, but I have important matters to attend to.
AshleyWe went down a familiar darkened path, our footsteps making echoes over the walls. A light chill hung in the air, and I pulled my jacket tighter around me to keep it out. “What are we doing here?” I asked, looking left and right for any sign of people. The path here was too secluded to have been open for just anyone to pass through, so either James had the right to be there, or we were doing something very dangerous.“This is the one place that I'm certain will make you understand just how dangerous your King is.” He glanced it me out of the corner of his sly eyes. “Telling you just wouldn't suffice.”I kept quiet and continued to follow along, wondering what he had to show me and why he was so hellbent on making me see Zane as a bad person.We reached the great silver doors, the same ones that I had followed Bryce to. How did James know about this place, or was it merely a secret amongst the high-ranking pack members?“It is such a shame that the Leventis family would rather
AshleyThe exquisite stone carving must have taken months to complete because its delicate carving was unlike anything I had seen before. It told a story, without having to utter a word. “It's magnificent,” I said, unable to keep myself from running a hand over its surface. “This is the reason for our century old war for power,” said Gamma James, looking up at the statue himself with his hands clasped behind him. He looked regal in his embroidered matching two-piece. “The current Lycan King’s ancestor.”After he had come into the apothecary to see me, he asked to speak with me about something important, and since I'd heard enough about his family and their tendency for cruelty, I thought it better to avoid any issues and simply accept his offer.The first place he had taken me to was the heart of the tribe, which wasn't so far from the Grove. There, a huge statue rose from the centre of a circular platform, reaching for the sky. It was of a man in little clothing, focused on a targe
ZaneThere was a certain kind of pain that came with seeing your own cowardice play out right before your very eyes. For once, I wanted to open up. To get her to see me for what I really was, but when it mattered the most, I clammed up and went silent. It didn't matter that I told myself that it was for the best. It just didn't feel right.On the way out of the Grove, I came across Alicia, who was busy crushing some seeds in a mortar with a pestle outside. She smiled when she looked up and saw me. “Oh, your Highness.”“You're the same age as my mother, Alicia. The honorifics aren't necessary,” I said to her. The muscles of my face felt too stiff for me to even attempt to smile. Alicia had been the healer who attended to me when I was younger, and up until Ashley came. It wasn't a surprise that I had grown to see her as a mother figure, especially during the times that my own mother had been so overcome with grief at my condition that she stayed away.“I can't bear to see you in so m
Ashley“You're an idiot to think he even trusted you,” I muttered to myself.I rushed back home as though being chased by a nightmare, not caring about the dark, or caring about coming across someone who might have seen just how frazzled I was. The throbbing I had been feeling earlier had gone down to an uncomfortable numbness.Once I got back, I first rinsed my hand with cool running water and applied a salve to the places that were most hurt. The coolness of the salve helped me relax, and not long after, I fell asleep.By the next morning, the worst of the wound had been taken care of by the salve, although there were certain wounds that a salve couldn't fix and the fact that I had lost my wolf made my healing slower.Work at the Grove went on as usual—well at least it was until someone came knocking at the door of the apothecary Alicia had placed me in charge of.“Who is it?” I asked, already rising to my feet. I made sure that the bandage around my hand was secure, before pulling
Ashley “Oh no,” I muttered, shutting my eyes and pressing myself to the wall as though that would magically make me disappear. I didn't intend for my gasp to have been so loud, but the surprise had gripped me so powerfully that it slipped out.Bryce and Zane fell very quiet, obviously having heard me. “You heard that too, didn't you?” Came Zane's voice.“Fortunately, yes. You're not going insane,” was Bryce’s sarcastic reply. “I'll go check it out.”The pounding in my chest intensified. This wasn't going to end well. I had barely settled into the Lycan territory and I was about to be discovered for stumbling upon something I clearly shouldn't have.I heard the approaching footsteps and stewed in my silent agony for a few more moments, before finally stepping out of my cover with my hands raised.Bryce was closer than I had anticipated, and so the moment I stepped into his view, his arm struck out like a tail of a scorpion, inches away from my face.We both froze, staring at each ot
AshleyAfter visiting Daisy that evening, I returned to my newfound home, and had a night bothered by thoughts concerning Zane. What Bryce said about his nightly routine fed into those thoughts.Still feeling restless, I managed to fall asleep a couple of hours later.The next day started out on a calm note. I resumed at the Grove, attending to people who needed tinctures and ointments, particularly warriors, when Val, the warrior who had been flirting with me the previous day, burst into the little room I was working and asked me to come and help out with something. “Magic-hands,” he panted, using the nickname I was given for my healing abilities while pulling me to my feet, “there's someone who needs your help.” He didn't even wait for me to respond before he dragged me out to a little shack close to the woods.His frequent visits had made him a popular face in the Grove, but he looked a little worried that morning.“What’s going on?” I asked him, still so confused and a little unc
AshleyInitially, I thought I had taken Zane's offer because of the possibility of being close to Daisy, but the moment I got back to my little room in the Grove, I knew that I was merely lying to myself.I wanted to be close to Zane, too. There was a lot about him I didn't know, and I was eager to uncover every layer of him, piece by piece.The next day, I got up extra early to get prepared to go and see Daisy at the Grove. I quickly made the batch of healing salves and tinctures requested of me by Alicia, and turned them in before setting off.Daisy, as usual, was excited to see me. “Ashley! You really came!” She practically jumped onto me. “Zane said you'd still be coming to see me but I wasn't so sure.”“Why weren't you sure? Don't you trust me?”She nodded, shaking her little blond pigtails. “I do. I just don't have many people that have been coming to see me. My mother stays away because she says that seeing me here makes her sad. And Bryce and Clara are very busy—even Zane too.
ZaneI was furious. My sister almost died for the second time under my watch.I leaned forward and pressed a kiss to her forehead after she had fallen asleep from the sedative Ashley gave her. She had survived one attempt on her life to the other, and was still holding on. She was strong. I just wished she stopped trying so hard to prove what we all already knew.I got up from the bed, turning to Ashley, who was also watching Daisy with sad eyes. She caught me staring and blushed, clearing her throat awkwardly. “Um, I'll be leaving now,” she said, already shuffling towards the exit.“Wait.” I reached out and grabbed her arm, bringing her close once again. The familiar cool, calming sensation that went through my body the moment our skins came in contact hit me, and it instantly dulled the ache in my head. “What is it?” The volume of her voice dropped. Again, her earnest gaze captured me. “I can't thank you enough,” I managed to say. “You saved my sister again. If you hadn't uncover