Emily Silver's life has been a relentless journey through heartache and betrayal. Meeting her destined mate, Jacob Galahad, who abandons her the next morning. This marks the beginning of Emily's harrowing descent into tragedy: she loses her wolf abilities, endures a five–year tribulation and loses another potential love. After suffering the weight of all these, she gets captured by a rogue king. Emily is kidnapped and sold to Alan Black, an ancient werewolf king who uses dark magic to sustain his life. Her escape from clutches leads her to encounter Alan's twin brother, Aiden, which triggers a descent into madness. As Emily becomes a feared Berserker, she is eventually captured by the skilled wolf hunter, Ransom Fayne. Despite initial hostility, Ranson's uncaring disposition offers Emily unexpected solace. Emily must gain her strength and take her rightful place as the queen. How possible would that be? Find out in this intriguing and suspense filled story.
view moreEmily's POV
Standing by the window pane in my blue dress, I took out my right hand and snaked my fingers through the rays of moonlight that beamed into the room.
For a moment there, my fingers stiffened. My nails got darker and elongated till my claws were fully jutted out.
It wasn't a full moon that night, but I hadn't gained total control over my wolf-self.
Fancied, — as though I hadn't seen my claws a million times — I swung my hand and cleaved at the window, leaving four slash marks on the glass. I had to hold back, so I wouldn't have to start clearing up broken shards of glass, again.
Then I heard a voice, a familiar voice…
“Ugh… Seriously, Emily, you have to stop doing that.”
I retracted my claws and turned my gaze away from the window. Standing at the other side of the bed, with a hand on her tapered waist, was my best friend, Lyla Dune, a beta like me. She was much stronger though.
“You know we just got that window, right? If you break this one, we'll miss the party,” she added.
I grabbed my purse from the bed as I chuckled tersely, “Sorry, I just got carried away.”
“Let me guess, because of Jacob?” She teased, smirking.
I rolled my eyes, then blushed a bit as the image of a smiling Jacob flashed through my head. His deep red eyes were hypnotic, not to talk of his voice that was so deep, it rattled my body with every word he spoke.
He was the kind of man any lady would want, and lucky me, he was my mate. We only got mated a while ago, and I haven't introduced him to anyone yet. That's why Lyla always teases me about him, since she only knows him by name.
“You're blushing? For this mystery man?” Lyla asked with squinted eyes. Then she smacked her lips, “Now I'm 20% certain that he might actually be real.”
“Heh,” I scoffed, walking around the bed. “Let's just go. You're in for a big surprise.”
As I stepped out of the building, I saw the black limo that we rented, waiting by the curb already. The driver was standing behind it, constantly checking his wristwatch.
By the time I got to him, Lyla had exited the building too. We got into the limo and the driver drove us to the party venue.
…
We alighted the limo and watched the driver take it to the car park, where he'd be waiting for us till we were ready to leave the party.
Lyla and I giggled at each other as we stood before the huge mansion. We entered and opened our mouths in awe. The grandeur of the place was magnificent.
And we could easily tell, from the aura around the other guests, that most of them were Alphas of prestigious packs. The host must be a man of big influence…
Oh, how could I forget? The host was none other than Jacob Gallahad, my mate.
I didn't bother to look for him when we walked in, knowing how occupied he must have been at the moment, attending to the VIP guests.
But Lyla wouldn't stop asking about him.
“Where is he? Where is he?” She repeated in an annoying song.
I grunted, resting my hands on the counter by the bar, “Just enjoy the party, Lyla. He should be here soon.”
“Or maybe he's here already,” said a man, his voice so deep it rattled me—I gasped.
I turned immediately to see Jacob, donned in a neat blue tux, his hands sunk into his trousers. His red eyes lit up as he flashed a smile at me.
Nervous, I stood frozen to a spot and waved, “Hi.”
“Hey, thanks for coming,” he took the back of my palm and kissed it. I blushed like a child. But it helped me regain my confidence. He was my mate, after all, not some stranger that I had a crush on. Although we haven't kissed yet.
I tapped Lyla’s shoulder and she grudgingly turned towards me. Just like me, she froze upon seeing Jacob. But I could tell that she wasn't nervous; she was feeling something else.
Then I looked towards Jacob, he was surprised to see her.
Then it clicked in my head and I muttered, “Uh… Have you guys met before?”
Lyla smiled weirdly, “Y-Yeah, we used to date in high school. I knew his name was familiar.”
Jacob rubbed the back of his neck, “Yeah, what she said.”
The atmosphere got awkward, so I grabbed Jacob’s hand and pulled him away. I could hear Lyla let out a sigh of relief as we left.
We got in the back of his jeep and he kissed me out of nowhere. I was shocked at first, but then he kissed me again and I just went along with it.
A few minutes passed and the two of us were nude, having sex at the back of a vehicle. It would sound weird to outsiders, but as someone who experienced it firsthand, it was bliss. Or maybe it was because I lost my virginity that day.
I had countless orgasms before falling asleep on his chest. Or did I pass out? I really can't remember. The rest of the night was quite blurry.
I had a wonderful dream that night. In the dream, I saw myself walking down an aisle on an open field, with guests lining my sides. Just up ahead was Jacob, in a classic suit, anxiously waiting for him to reach him.
However, just as I inched closer to him, my best friend, Lyla appeared before him and drew his face towards hers. They… kissed.
My eyes went wide and I woke up.
With a hazy feeling in my head, I found myself in his jeep, in the back seat. I could hear smooching and moaning coming from the front.
I had to rub my eyes a bit to clear my blurry vision. Then I saw Lyla seated atop Jacob in the driver’s seat, kissing him deeply. And it wasn't that she forced herself on him. No. He had his hands on her boobs.
I was dumbstruck. Or maybe I was having another dream like the one before?
I stuttered, “Jacob? L-Lyla?”
They stopped and Lyla rolled her eyes, “Ugh… She's awake.”
“Told you I should have thrown her out,” Jacob rubbed his head.
Huh? Throw me out?! What the hell was going on?!
“W-What’s the meaning of this?” I asked with dilated eyes.
“Emily, look. I know we're mates and all that. But you just don't match my vibe. I mean, last night when we had sex, you just laid there like a log of wood while I did all the work,” Jacob said coldly. “But Lyla and I go way back. She knows me more than anyone. We only broke up because of distance. Thanks for bringing us back by the way. You've served your purpose.”
“What?” I blinked more times than I could count.
“You can go now,” he added.
“You heard him. Leave,” Lyla glared at me.
I didn't even know what to say or do. My own best fri
end just snatched my mate from me. My mate chose my best friend over me.
It must definitely be a dream.
Emily's POV The days that followed felt golden.The castle, often a place of endless decisions and strategy, settled into a rhythm that was almost domestic. It wasn’t that there weren’t matters to attend to — of course there were. Packs still needed watching, alliances still needed tending. But the urgency that had once ruled every breath was gone, replaced by something warmer, deeper.Trust.Aerlyn spent her mornings training patrol groups, her voice sharp and sure as she called out orders in the training fields. She was growing into her power in a way that made my heart ache with pride. Some mornings I would watch her from the balcony, sipping tea while the wind carried her laughter up to me.Kael had thrown himself into studying — a surprise to all of us. He was determined to master governance, battle strategies, herbal remedies, everything he could get his hands on. It was as if, after the talk about leadership, he had decided to prove he was ready for more.Sometimes, I would fi
Emily's POV “We’re not as young as we used to be,” I murmured, feeling the ache in my bones with a smirk.“But we’re better,” he said. “We know when to stop fighting the world.”I turned toward him, resting my head on his shoulder. “This is what we fought for.”He didn’t answer with words, just pressed a kiss to my forehead.Eventually, reluctantly, we returned home.As we rode into the castle gates, our cloaks damp and hair wild, the guards blinked at us like we were forest spirits returning from myth. We waved them off before they could ask questions, and made our way back to our private quarters, still grinning like fools.We’d barely stepped out of the bathing chamber when there was a knock at the door. This time, it wasn’t a guard. I knew the rhythm.“Come in,” I called, already smiling.Aerlyn entered first, her braids freshly redone, her uniform pristine. Behind her, Kael followed, taller than before, but still hiding part of his face behind his curls when he felt uncertain.“
Emily's POV “Was hoping you'd think I was unconscious,” he mumbled into my hair. “So you wouldn’t make me move.” I laughed softly and turned toward him, our legs tangling naturally. He looked younger in the morning light, softer. As if the weight of his past had stepped back, if only for a few hours. I brushed my fingers across his brow, smoothing back a strand of hair that had fallen in his eyes. “I don’t want to move either,” I whispered. “Then don’t,” he said, pulling me closer. “We’ve earned one morning.” It was a strange thing—stillness. Foreign, almost. Our love had bloomed in war, grown through hardship, deepened through leadership. Most days, it felt like we were always on the edge of something: a threat, a decision, a moment too big to breathe through. But today… Today, we were just Emily and Fayne. Not Alpha. Not demon. Not legend. Just two people who had made it through the storm and still chose each other. He kissed the top of my head. “Still thinking about Kael?”
Emily's POV The echo of my children’s voices still lingered in the corridor even after I walked away. Something had changed—subtly, but powerfully. Kael and Aerlyn had finally found a rhythm, however fragile. That mattered more than any council, any throne. I drifted into the quiet of our chambers, the familiar warmth of it greeting me like a gentle tide. Fayne stood near the window, bathed in moonlight, his arms crossed as he stared into the distance like he always did when his mind wandered too far. He turned when he heard me, and his crooked smile instantly softened everything in me. “They’ll be alright,” I said, sinking into the edge of the couch. He raised a brow. “Kael didn’t burn down anything?” “Not today,” I teased. Fayne chuckled and walked over. “Then we’ll call that a win.” There was silence for a beat, one that didn’t demand to be filled. We were getting good at this kind of peace—the quiet between the wild. The world outside always turned, but we had carved out
Emily's POV I nodded. “Exactly. A joint council. One that unites the packs and keeps decisions balanced. Aerlyn will lead the Galahad and Red Cross packs, yes. Kael will govern Donovan when the time comes. But their power won't lie in their territories. It’ll lie in their ability to come together for decisions that affect all of us.”“Smart,” Fayne admitted, brushing a hand across my shoulder. “Give them shared stakes so there’s less room for rivalry.”“And more room for respect,” I added. “We’ll train them to make decisions together. Mediate conflicts. See each other as equals, even when their paths differ. We’ll show Kael that his role isn’t smaller, just different. He’ll grow into a protector, a strategist, a voice for the more volatile edges of the packs.”Fayne gave a small smile. “That sounds like you’ve been planning this for years.”“I have.” I turned toward him fully, letting the weight of my thoughts settle. “Because I know what it’s like to be raised in a world that pits s
Emily's POV The sun had dipped low, brushing golden light across the glass windows as I stood at the edge of the balcony, overlooking Galahad’s inner gardens. The breeze was gentle, tugging at the silk of my robe, and in the distance, I could hear laughter—Aerlyn training the younger wolves again, just as she always did.Behind me, I heard Fayne’s footsteps, quiet but heavy with thought. He came to stand beside me, his arms folded, gaze cast out toward the horizon. For a moment, we stood in silence, listening to the world we had carved out together. The peace we had fought for. Bled for.I sighed. “We have a family.”Fayne looked at me, his expression softening.“There were nights,” I continued, voice low, “when I didn’t think that would ever be our truth. That we’d ever survive long enough to see it. But now we have two children. A daughter who's strong enough to lead, and a son with a heart that's still learning to shape itself.”His hand slid gently over mine, warm and grounding.
Aerlyn’s POV I sat at the edge of the long stone table, the parchment map spread before us rippling with age and memory. Every scar on its surface marked a past battle, a lesson etched in ink and blood. Now it was my turn to leave a mark.Alpha Dante from the southern border was mid-sentence, proposing a joint patrol with his fastest wolves. Normally, I would’ve deferred to my mother—but today, I leaned forward.“That route won’t hold,” I said, surprising even myself with how calm my voice was. “The rogue movements I tracked followed wind pockets and low paths. They’re avoiding open terrain. We’d be leaving our flank exposed.”The room went still. A few of the elders exchanged glances. One even scoffed under his breath. But my mother said nothing. She didn’t have to. Her silence was her faith in me.Dante grunted, pointing at a different section of the map. “Then you suggest we close in here?”I nodded. “And reroute the scouts to this ridge. It’s narrow but provides full visibility.
Aerlyn’s POVThe gates of Galahad came into view just as the sun began to rise behind them, casting long gold shadows across the valley. Home. Safe. But not for long—not if what I found in Hollowpine was any indication.I dismounted quickly, handed my reins off to a stable guard, and headed straight for the central hall. My clothes were caked in dust, and my mind still raced with what I saw, what I *felt*.Guards nodded as I passed, their expressions shifting from relief to concern when they caught sight of my face. I must’ve looked like I hadn’t slept in days. I hadn’t.At the doors to the throne room, I didn’t wait to be announced.“Open the doors,” I told the sentries.They did.Inside, Mother stood near the map table, Fayne beside her. The room fell quiet as I entered, scroll still sealed in one hand, and a bloodied sash from Hollowpine in the other.Emily’s eyes locked on mine. Calm, but alert. “You’re early.”I dropped the sash onto the table. “Because Hollowpine isn’t there any
Emily’s POVThe stars were starting to blink into the sky when I found her in the training yard, alone, her sword still strapped to her back. She was sitting on the edge of the stone bench, shoulders relaxed now, legs swinging softly like she had when she was younger. She heard me before she saw me—her ears were always sharp—and looked up with those fierce, storm-hardened eyes I’d given her.“You handled it well,” I said, stepping toward her.“I wasn’t sure I did,” she murmured, eyes flicking back to the horizon.I sat beside her, our shadows stretching long behind us. “You didn’t lash out. You didn’t act for pride. You made a decision, and you stuck by it. That’s leadership, Aerlyn. It’s not always about winning—it’s about keeping everyone alive long enough to understand what the game even is.”She tilted her head, a small smirk curling her lips. “I sounded like you today. I said something and immediately thought, ‘that’s something Mom would say.’”I laughed softly. “Is that a compli
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