Chapter 1: Cruel Attraction

Raenerys views the world as a place where good and bad live in balance. She doesn't know there's more than that, and she herself would experience bad things from people despite seeing good in them.

She was one of those who preferred to remain on the sidelines. Not going beyond it, not trying to fight and defend herself, not just out of fear but because she valued her people, who never treated her as their own, but then it wasn't constant. After being betrayed and rejected, Raenerys ran away, traveled from the north to the west, and started her new life, learning things she was weak at before as she became one of the rogues—wolves who were exiled from their packs or ran away wolves for different reasons; some don't want their alpha, and some are like Raenerys, betrayed.

The news of Raenerys spread across the West after a year of silence. A rogue she-wolf who is killing werewolves from all western packs, and is seen as a threat due to her deadly propensity and strength over even the alphas. She is referred to as a conqueror, and word of her has spread even to the northern and southern packs.

"Raenerys!" Raenerys glanced at the one who called her name, still unleashing heavy punches and kicks on her opponents with her claws slashing against the wolves' flesh. It was Acheron—the rogue who trained her and helped her before. He threw a dagger at her that she was sure was wrapped in wolf bane and silver. She immediately caught it before unleashing a roundhouse kick in front of her, and she immediately slashed the dagger at the enemies until they fell together in front of her.

Raenerys shows no mercy to the wolves, who gradually die in front of her. She has lost concern and pity for anyone. Her world is cruel, so she has to be one too; there is no room for mercy in her heart. It will only weigh her down, just like before.

She has been through a lot before she got to where she is now, and she will make sure that her hard work will not go to waste.

Raenerys could clearly remember Sera's words. . . There are things that they need to give up in order to go up.

That is what she did.

Gasping for breath, Raenerys let her hand fall, which was holding the dagger covered with blood. She looked up slightly, sweat pouring down her face and neck. Acheron had wounds and blood marks on his torso and face, which Raenerys saw were gradually healing. He ruffled his hair and shook his head a little, moving closer to her.

"Where's the alpha?" She roamed her eyes around, and she didn't see even the alpha's shadow. Another pack has been down with just two rogues. They had almost conquered all the western packs and were planning to target the East. She's reforming the packs that she overthrew to build her own pack—her own empire—with these werewolves that she removed an alpha from. She will be recognized as the alpha female—the empress of the empire she is building.

They don't want and will never want to run away from her out of terror, whatever their dread of Westeros may be. They had no choice but to embrace her, or they would have perished. Everyone who opposed her was slain by her with no mercy.

"This was the last pack from West. The alpha might run away to either North, South, or East." Acheron shrugged his shoulders as he fixed himself while Raenerys remained silent and thinking.

After a few minutes, they also chose to leave. They transformed into their wolf forms as they ran in the middle of the forest back home to where they live. She and Acheron separated from the house; they can't be together because they haven't built a Den yet. Raenerys arrived at a section of the road that was already obstructed by trees. She didn't notice the creature that had suddenly intercepted her because she was running so fast. She became unhinged. That unexpected event caused her to instantly roll over.

Raenerys felt her head shake slightly when it hit the pavement. Despite the pain, she stood up before looking in the direction of the man who had stopped earlier, but he had vanished already. She was left alone.

Even so, the previous man's appearance did not escape her mind. His eyes are a brilliant golden yellow. He has razor-sharp fangs. His naked body was covered in blood, despite the fact that he was dressed in black pants. Before he vanished, she just had a brief glimpse of his face. But she noticed how he glared at her. After a few more minutes, she decided to run again.

Until she got home, she couldn't forget what she had experienced earlier. Raenerys ran her palm over the nape as she felt her hair rise at the memory. She felt goosebumps. Removing her leather jacket, she walked into the kitchen and went to get some water, but she accidentally dropped it when a man with flaming golden yellow eyes startled her when she turned around. Her heart pounded as her throat became parched. She has lost all concern for the glass and pitcher that broke at her feet because of the man. No, it wasn't a random man. She knows who the man is.

Nevil Lancaster. He was the man who earlier blocked Raenerys's way.

Her chest immediately heaved with rage, but she kept her composure, knowing that if she lost control of her emotions, her plan would be ruined.

"Raenerys," a deep voice called out in her mind, and it was him. It had to be his voice. She can hear the low growl in his chest. His fist was clenched, and his chest was violently rising and falling. If you looked into his eyes, they were empty, despite how intense their color was. His presence gnawed at Raenerys's system. His hair was unkempt, and he was already wearing a black t-shirt. The same Nevil for her.

"What do you want? What is the alpha of the north doing in my house?" When he took a step forward, Raenerys took a step back. She was holding the dagger behind her. She's slain a number of alphas, so murdering Nevil at that precise time won't bother her. But she is not sure what he's capable of, how strong he is, or if he gets stronger. Raenerys hoped it was just a dream, but when he touches her face down on her neck, electricity runs through her veins, and she feels something strange. ..a connection. . .She seemed to lose herself before relinquishing her dagger.

His face drew in closer until his nose brushed up against her cheek. She can almost bite her own lips as he sniffs her, his lips gently touching her skin. His hand went down on her neck, sensually choking her. Raenerys moaned as she felt his lips touch the side of her lips. Even in his haste, she can hear his low growl. His lips brushed against her neck and stayed there. She unconsciously clung to his shoulder as she felt herself falling and losing strength.

"S-Stop." She uttered it in a low tone, but it doesn't sound good. His tongue runs through her skin, which makes her gasp in pleasure. It was soft and hot. Her body reacted. She can feel her stomach turning.

"Raenerys Lauregnory." His seductive and cold voice lingers in her ears.

"F-Fuck!" she cursed when he pressed his body against hers and she felt his growing erection. He was fucking turned on like she was. Raenerys cannot distinguish if what's happening is real or just a mere dream.

Until she woke up panting and sweating. The sunlight is too bright, and it hurts her eyes. The window in her room was open; he must have forgotten to close the window in her room last night since she was so worn out. Her clothes were also scattered on the floor. Old habit. She is used to taking off her clothes and just leaving them on the floor without a blanket to sleep on. And only then does she pick them up when she wakes up.

She couldn't help but think about the dream. Perhaps that was a signal for her to proceed with her plan.

She and Acheron met after she left her house. They are preparing to conquer the East, but first they pass through the Den they are building to check how the workers are doing. At least the Den is about half done. That was too big and too new for her. All the werewolves who were present and looked at them immediately bowed their heads. Raenerys was amused by that. She was loving how they treated her, something she had never received before, and it was damn satisfying for her. It was just a matter of time before a crow landed on Acheron's shoulder. There was a letter tied to its foot that made Raenerys scowl.

"What's that?" Raenerys shrugged her shoulders as she opened the letter while Acheron remained waiting for her to read it.

To: Raenerys, The Conqueror

You are invited to the Northern Alpha's Orgy on the next full moon. We're looking forward to seeing you.

The next full moon will be this coming Friday. Raenerys was curious why Nevil invited her to his party. It's very unusual, and she thinks something is coming. It's a good thing she's prepared. It was her target who invited her.

"What is it?" Acheron curiously asked Raenerys with her brows creased as if he could see through her eyes.

"I was invited to a party, good timing." Raenerys smirked at him before turning her back. Her smirk gradually vanished as it was replaced by her lips pressed together and raging golden yellow eyes.

Acheron couldn't help but notice Raenerys's silence. They're now sailing across the sea toward the east, and the woman never dared to speak. He casts a sidelong glance and focuses on nothing as he recalls how they first met. She was weak and starving. Despite having no desire to help her, it changed after knowing that she wanted revenge. He didn't think twice about helping her. The woman was tough; her raging eyes screamed her hatred. He wanted to take that chance. At that moment, he sees a very important card against Nevil.

"I am going," Acheron stopped reminiscing when Raenerys suddenly spoke. He looked at him and saw how her eyes darkened while she was staring at the water.

"Should I come with you?" He knows she doesn't want to, but he still wanted to ask. Raenerys shook her head.

"Alone. Stay in the west and monitor them. I can handle myself." Acheron was reminded of how weak and unsure Raenerys was when he initially asked her to join him by the firmness and assurance in her voice. He began to smile as he noticed how much she had changed. Everything went as expected. Finally, he found someone to help him succeed in the north. He waited too long for this, and now this is happening.

"You will get the north, Acheron. You'll be able to avenge yourself against Nevil." Acheron nodded his head as he remembered why he turned rogue. Lancasters. He despises them. Until now, he couldn't even dare to remember Nevil's face or his mother's face. His enmity has persisted up until this point and will continue to do so as long as Nevil rules the north.

"I've been dying to make that happen, Raenerys. I will make sure to get it. Lancasters will bow their heads to me, and when that happens, I will make sure to slash their heads. They're despicable and rotten." His voice reflected his wrath. Raenerys noticed the burning in Acheron's eyes, but that didn't even begin to capture his fury. There is no end to Acheron's hatred. Like Raenerys, he would not stop until he was done.

Raenerys bit her lower lip as she felt Acheron press his body against her back. He gripped her waist as he started to plant kisses on her nape. From her waist, his hand climbed up to her abdomen as his lips trailed up to her jaw. Her lips parted, and she leaned closer to Acheron. She grasped a handful of his hair as she shut her eyes and rocked her hips to rub her back against Acheron's body. Raenerys was aware of Acheron's attraction to her. They were attracted to each other, and they always tried to sate their lust and needs until they were gone, and that cycle remained.

"Damn, you're so fucking hot, Raenerys." Acheron groaned against her ear before biting her earlobe and licking her ear. Raenerys smirked as she bit her lips before facing Acheron. She held his neck like she was choking him and pushed him hard. They turned aggressive as Acheron pushed her down and laid on the boat's floor. The sky was now dark, and the lights from the moon and the lamppost were the only ones that illuminated where they were.

But the atmosphere was igniting their bodies as Acheron started to massage Raenerys breast. Raenerys reached for his lips as they exchanged rough and sensual kisses. Moans filled the place as they tried to reach what they wanted. Raenerys covets Acheron's flawless physique because of it. Now burning yellow, his once-dark green eyes resembled those of a predator about to eat its prey. The loose strands on his forehead from his top-knotted, long, black hair gave him an even sexier appearance in Raenerys' eyes. Their bodies yearned for one another, even if their connection was strictly platonic.

She bit her bottom lip and murmured, "Let's get this over, Ache. I want you now." She was left with nothing but her birth suit as Acheron tore her garments to pieces while grinning at her. Acheron's face was now covered in adoration and need as she tore off his garments as well, leaving the two of them exposed beneath the starry sky.

Acheron licked her lips after reaching for them. He was giving her lips a lovely treat. His kiss demanded attention. He teased her as he rubbed his body into hers, thrusting his tongue into her mouth as if he simply couldn't get near enough. She was panting and gasping for air when he stopped. Her stomach began to burn with a fever, which then traveled to the center of her body.He shifted his hips, and his erection hit just the right spot to send her into oblivion. She let out a cry and shoved herself in his direction, urging him to press even harder against her. He stopped, though.

"Ah, you're such a tease."

"Come on, don't leave me hanging," she groaned. She was about to lash out when he flipped her, her back facing him as she was thrust into her wetness. Stars filled her field of view as she cried out for him.A little while later, she came back to her senses. Acheron grinned. "Hmm, my fiesty is lusty," he whispered, and he nipped her earlobe.

She screamed, working up to the climax. He went in and out of her while holding her in position with one large palm on her back. Her body jerked back and forth with the strength of his movement. With every sharp thrust, their skin slapped together lusciously. Just as she had anticipated, their sex was raucous and aggressive.

Her moans and cries grew louder. She couldn't contain it anymore; she was going to explode. But Acheron flipped her over seamlessly and continued pumping into her with enough force to make her teeth clatter. She likes it rough with him. And he never disappointed her.

He brought two palms down onto the boat's floor on either side of her head and looked into her eyes. She closed them to shield herself from his intensity; their eyes glowed, and Acheron looked up as they both reached heaven while staying in their hell.

He fell beside her as she caught her breath. A cold breeze embraces her skin, and she can feel her thing in between her thighs throbbing. She pressed her legs together as she glanced at Acheron, who was sound asleep.

His face and some of its features. . . a mature version of Nevil.

No wonder; he's his older brother after all.

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