Alexander's POV The disorienting fog slowly lifted from my mind, each beat of my heart pounding like a war drum in my ears. My muscles screamed in protest as I tried to move, but the chains held me fast against the cold, unforgiving wall. The faint scent of blood and damp concrete filled my nostrils. I strained my eyes to focus, and the distorted shapes before me gradually sharpened into sickening clarity.Olivia and Cassandra were tied up and bruised, their faces a mask of determination despite their predicament. Adam stood between us, his smile twisted with malicious glee. The bastard had clearly set the stage for some twisted show, and his next lines were already dripping with menace."Welcome back, Alexander," Adam sneered, eyes gleaming with unspoken threats.Despite the thick chains binding me, I couldn't suppress the growl rising from my chest. "Untie them, Adam. Now." Adam’s grin widened, and he sauntered closer, revelling at the moment. "And miss out on all this fun? I don'
Olivia's POV My body ached from the kicks and punches Adam had inflicted, but my spirit felt even more battered. Every scream from Alexander sent shivers down my spine, each tear from him a heart-wrenching dagger. We had to hold on, not for ourselves, but for the people we loved.Looking over at Cassandra, who sat there unfazed, made me think that she was working with Adam.Adam’s cold laughter echoed through the room, a chilling reminder of his power over us. He yanked me by my hair, forcing me to my feet again. The edge of his blade cold against my throat made me wince, but I steeled myself, focusing on the faces of Liam and Sarah in my mind. My babies needed me. I couldn’t give up."Make a choice, Alexander," Adam sneered, tightening his grip on my hair and digging the blade in just enough to draw a small stream of blood. "Cassandra or Olivia. You decide who walks out of here."Alexander’s chains rattled as he strained against them. "You coward!" he snarled, his voice a guttural g
Alexander's POVTime seemed to contract, every heartbeat a thunderous drum echoing in my ears. My gaze locked onto Olivia, and her trembling lips parted as she whispered her love. A storm of emotions surged within me - love, terror, fury, and desperation - battling for dominance. Adam’s counting continued to slice through the tense air like the blade against Olivia's throat.A cold sweat broke out across my body. I had faced so many enemies and orchestrated countless battles, yet nothing compared to the dread of this moment. The unseen shackles of powerlessness tightened around my chest, making it hard to breathe. I had made promises to protect Olivia and failed her. Now, every second dragged us closer to an irreversible end.The raw edge of my wolf bled through, a growl clawing up my throat. I could almost taste Adam’s blood, envisioning his end beneath my claws. But these fantasies provided no solace, no solution. They were just empty echoes mocking my helplessness.Adam’s voice pun
Beta Adam's POVThe sight before me was everything I had ever wanted. Alexander, the powerful Alpha King, was stripped of his strength and dignity. The look of agony on his face was my victory, the blood trickling down Olivia’s throat, my revenge. Olivia tried to hold firm, but I could smell her fear. Yet, a part of me admired her resilience, twisted as it may be.There was no turning back now. I was consumed by my need for vengeance for my Alpha Derek's death. Derek had been more than a leader; he had been like a brother to me, and now I demanded blood for blood. The room was charged with raw tension, the kind that made your skin prickle and heart race.Alexander’s scream tore through the air like a wounded animal. "You told me to choose! And I chose! Now let her go!"His desperation fuelled my madness. I felt a twisted sense of power surge through my veins. "You don't get it, do you?" I taunted him, my voice dripping with malice. "Olivia was never leaving this room alive."I pressed
Olivia's POVAs Alexander stabbed himself in the stomach, I couldn't watch any longer. The sound of the blade tearing through flesh and the sight of blood pouring out made my heart scream in pain. I closed my eyes tight, a flood of tears streaming down my cheeks; I couldn’t lose him. Not like this, the twins needed their father, and even after everything he had put me through, I needed him. I began praying out loud."Please, Moon Goddess, spare him! Please! I love him and can't live without him. Please, hear my plea!"Adam's evil laugh broke through my desperate cries, his voice dripping with venom. "How pathetic, Olivia. Do you really think the Moon Goddess can help him now? None of you will leave here alive. You will all meet your end tonight."My eyes snapped open as Adam approached Alexander, his intent clear in his malevolent gaze. Alexander was barely holding on, his life slipping away with every drop of blood that fell to the floor. Panic surged through me, and I knew I had to
Victor's POVI paced back and forth in the corridor, my anxiety intensifying with each passing second. I couldn't shake the gnawing sense of dread that had settled in the pit of my stomach. They should have been back by now. I let out a frustrated groan, clenching my fists at my sides. "They should have been back by now," I muttered to myself for the umpteenth time.Lidia's voice broke through my tumultuous thoughts. "Victor, I understand you're worried, but we need to think positively. Olivia is strong, and she's with Ethan. He wouldn't let anything happen to her."I stopped pacing and turned to face her. Part of me knew she was right, but the fear gnawing at my heart wouldn't let me find peace. "You're probably right, Lidia," I conceded, my voice showing a weary edge. "But if they're not back soon, I'm going after them."Without waiting for a response, I slumped into a nearby chair, the weight of my worry pressing down on me like a heavy burden. Lidia sighed softly and joined me, si
Alexander's POVMy vision blurred with pain, but Olivia's cries filtered through the haze, grounding me in the present. I felt my strength waning, my life ebbing with each drop of blood that escaped my body, but something deep within me refused to surrender. Olivia's love, her plea to the Moon Goddess—it stirred a primal force within me, something beyond mere survival. I wasn’t scared about dying. My fear was for Olivia and that I had failed to protect her.As Adam's blade hovered, ready to deliver the final strike, I closed my eyes, ready to accept my fate. But then, a sudden heat surged through my veins. It started at the back of my hand, burning like molten gold. I gasped, looking down to see a crescent-shaped mark glowing fiercely against my skin. The pain in my wounds instantly faded, replaced by an overwhelming sense of power and invincibility. Pushing myself up, I looked at my body in shock as my wounds began to heal themselves.Adam stepped back, his once-twisted evil face now
Alexanders povI spun around to see Adam standing in the doorway, his eyes wide with terror. A masked figure, clad in black, loomed behind him, a knife protruding ruthlessly from Adam's chest. Time seemed to slow as Adam crumpled to the ground, his lifeless body blocking the entrance. Olivia gasped, her hand flying to her mouth. "Alexander, who is that?" she whispered, her voice trembling. "Stay behind me," I commanded, gently setting Olivia down and stepping forward, my body poised to protect her at all costs. My heart pounded as I locked eyes with the masked figure, trying to gauge their intent. Even from a distance, I sensed the danger emanating from him. Their eyes, visible through the slits of the mask, bore into mine with an intensity that made my blood run cold. For a moment, neither of us moved, like two predators sizing each other up. "Who are you?" I demanded my voice a low growl filled with authority. The figure tilted their head slightly as if considering whether or n
The gentle hum of the wind rustled through the castle gardens, carrying with it the scent of blooming jasmine and fresh earth. The sun hung low on the horizon, casting a golden hue over the kingdom, painting everything in warm, honeyed light. The Dragon Kingdom—our kingdom—was at peace.A week had passed since the final battle. A week since Nicholas had fallen, his tyrannical reign brought to an end. The scars of war still marked the land, but already, hope had begun to weave its way through the people, through the dragons, and through my own kingdom. Rebuilding had started, and with it, the promise of a future unshackled from fear and a united front between not only ours and their kingdom but also many others.And today… today was the day that I finally got to marry Alexander.The wedding had been a quiet affair, just as I had wanted—just those we loved, those who had stood beside us through the trials that had nearly torn us apart. The great hall had been filled with the laughter of
A bright glow surrounded me, cradling me like a guardian made manifest. It was the magic from deep within, awakened not by mere survival but by love—a force transcending the corporeal bounds defined by the fight.The descent slowed, the air holding me in a delicate dance with the elemental magic coursing through my veins. It whispered assurance and a promise returned in kind by the beating heart of the earth itself.As I alighted softly upon the weathered stones of the courtyard, strength and weariness meshed in a delicate balance. The energy wrapped around me, a cocoon of gentle power that ebbed almost tenderly, returning me to the ground with undeniable grace.The world righted itself, the battlefield, once a stage of cacophony and chaos, hushed into a stunned silence, witnessing the impossible shimmer into reality. A breath—my second chance drawn from the earth—and I stood, steady and whole.I looked up to see faces of disbelief switch to ones of hope. Alexander's strides carried h
Olivias povMy warning echoed in the air, but it was already too late. Behind Elijah, the king’s dragon surgeon moved with terrifying speed, its spear-like tail ready to strike. Everything seemed to slow as the scene unfolded—a cruel dance of shadow and flesh, friend and enemy caught in fate’s grip.Time froze as the dragon’s tail pierced Elijah’s back, ending the moment in brutal finality. Pain and realisation filled his face, his emerald eyes widening in shock. His body crumpled forward, silent in the tragedy he had become a part of."No!" The word tore from my throat, breaking the heavy silence that settled like a shroud. But through my horror, an undeniable truth took shape with each heartbeat—Nicholas’s greatest betrayal wasn’t just in his violence but in the cold decision to sacrifice his own son for power.As Elijah fell to his knees, Nicholas grinned—a wicked smile that could freeze the ocean. He waved the horn, the sound still ringing in my ears, and in that moment, his inten
Olivia's PovThe sky was painted in shades of crimson and smoke, and the battlefield lay beneath me, a chaotic tapestry of combat and valour. Riding Saphira, my trusted dragon, I felt an unprecedented harmony between us. Her thoughts intertwined with mine, weaving a tapestry of mutual understanding and unity. Together, we were a force of nature, an extension of one another as we dove and soared through the fray.Saphira’s roar resonated inside me, a declaration of war that echoed the battle’s ferocity. Her muscles coiled beneath my legs, and we twisted through the air, engaging our adversaries with a synergy that brought out the raw power within us. Each strike was fluid and precise—a dance of strength and strategy that blurred the lines between rider and dragon. Riding Saphira, I felt a strength I’d never known, as though every heartbeat was in sync with the rhythm of destiny itself.Through the din of clashing swords and bellows, Saphira's voice sizzled like lightning in my mind. *O
Alexander's POV The battlefield pulsed with chaos, a vast symphony of metal clashing and figures weaving through a smoky haze. I fought with a focused intensity that came from the core of my being. Each movement was purposeful, and each turn of my blade was meticulously calculated. This was more than a war of physicality; it was a contest of spirits fueled by love and vengeance. All around me, my pack surged forward like a tidal wave, wolves overcoming soldiers with primal ferocity. As I caught a glimpse of Olivia soaring overhead on a dragon's back, a wild joy lit me from within. Her presence was like a beacon, a promise that drove me onward, deeper into the heart of conflict. My attention was wrenched upward by the tumultuous struggle above. There, in the sky, dragons twisted and turned in an aerial ballet of might and desperation. King Nicholas and his son, Elijah, battled with a fury that seemed to rend the sky itself. Nicholas's dragon fought with savage intensity, every swi
Elijah's povThe clamour of the battlefield swelled around me, punctuated by cries and the clash of steel. My heart was a tempest, torn between my loyalty to my father and my love for Olivia. I had never intended to become a pawn in this war, but here I stood, bathed in conflict, with my mind spiralling around the impending chaos. As I left Olivia's side earlier, my frustration boiled over into the tense air. "Cease this madness!" I cried out to the guards, their movements a blur of aggression around me. "These people are not our enemies!" Laughter erupted in response, sardonic and cruel. "The King has spoken, not you, Prince Elijah. We fight until death unless he says otherwise." Disdain twisted within me—a serpent rearing its head. Their insolence, their mindless obedience to Nicholas's bloody decree, was galling. But I knew why they refused me. I wasn’t their king, merely a shadow cast by my father’s ambition, a prince wearing false armour. The world spun with futility. Seeking
The ground was approaching swiftly beneath me, a swirling mass racing to meet my descent. Every instinct screamed that this was a mistake and that the leap would surely be my undoing. But even as fear clenched my heart, the dragon's scale in my grip pulsed with a warmth that banished doubt. One hundred meters above the earth, however, a shadow loomed. The first dragon I had saved soared to my rescue, swooping beneath me with a grace that defied the chaos of my fall. Relief erupted within me as I landed on its broad back, a breathless gasp escaping my lips. Holding tight to the rough, warm scales, I murmured, "Thank you."The dragon's powerful wings flapped, beating a defiant cadence against the tumultuous winds. It rose into the sky, a guardian taking flight, and together, we soared, the kingdom unfurling beneath us as a tapestry of vibrant life and teetering conflict.As if in a dream borne aloft, hundreds more dragons began to appear, majestic and fierce, emerging from the shadows
Olivias povI raced through the tunnels with a sense of urgency so intense it felt like a physical force pushing me onward. My breaths were ragged, each inhalation a struggle as I navigated the labyrinthine passages beneath the kingdom. My mind was a whirlwind, and though my plan was half-formed at best, I knew the dragons were my destination—their strength would be paramount in the battle to come.As I emerged into the dragon chamber, the oppressive air filled my lungs, heavy with the scent of fear and confinement. I couldn’t afford to hesitate, even as my heart pounded with the weight of what I was about to do. There they were, magnificent creatures tethered by chains, their eyes pools of ancient wisdom and unfathomable pain.The sight of the three guards was like a cold splash of reality, snapping my senses into sharp relief. The lead guard shouted, “What are you doing here? You can’t be here!” His voice echoed menacingly through the chamber, but I was beyond fear.Panicking would
Alexanders povThe moment we scaled the wall, chaos erupted like a storm unleashed upon the city. The guards, mere specks below, shouted commands in a futile attempt to contain the inevitable. Before anyone could react, a deafening roar sliced through the pandemonium, and the dragons descended, dark silhouettes against the dawn sky. Each dragon was a testament to terror and power, their scales shimmering with malice as they perched above the city. Fire erupted from their jaws, slicing through the air like molten spears, incinerating everything in their path. The city seemed to collapse inward upon itself, screams of horror mingling with the crackling of flames. Yet, amidst the chaos, my objective remained clear. I needed to reach the palace and confront Nicholas, ensuring he could never threaten Olivia or Sarah again. Victor and the others would search for them, but I would end this once and for all. As we pushed forward, defenders surged toward us, their weapons drawn with the con