Jude, offering to walk her to her pack, formulated an idea in Maria's head. 'Maybe everyone will think the two of them ran off together.' "Sure, let's go," Maria smiled. "I am glad we still get to be friends," she said, hooking her arm around Jude, trying to establish a relationship again."Really? You think we can still be friends?" Jude asks, falling for her trick, even though his gut is telling him to be careful."Of course, don't you?" Maria asks, pretending to be shocked that he would think anything other."Good. I am glad you are so cool about the whole thing," Jude responded. Maria allows Jude to do all the talking that is just about Elle this and Elle this, as was expected of someone that claimed their fated mate.While Jude was blabbing away about Elle, Maria's mind was rising as to how she is going to trap Jude. 'I will lock them up together for now,' she decided in silence, even though she never wants them to lay eyes on one another ever again. 'Just until I can find an En
Jude screams through his gag, filled with Elle's pain ripping through him. Feeling Elle calm down as she dies, he accepts their fate as he feels his chest tightening, not fighting the heart attack caused by his claimed mate dying.Elle saw a white light and wants to go to it but could not move. 'Geuss the light is for someone else,' deciding that she is going to a different after death. 'Oh yeah. I will go to the place where we get summoned to be spirit wolves, but I will be summoned as a human spirit since I am dying in my wolf form.'"Drink," Elle heard, feeling a palm shoved between her canines."Bite her open and press your palm against the open wound," Elle heard another voice.Elle felt the collar release from her neck at the same time she regains strength from the vampire's blood flowing through her. 'How is this possible? How can I drink from a vampire after shifting? Prehistoric? Michael?' she wonders."Jude," she whimpered after shifting back into her human form. The vampir
"Come," Elle got kicked on her legs by the enchantress, Niva, that owed her. "Go clean up and come to my room."Elle got up in silence as she was under an obedient spell and a few months right after she got handed over as payment from Maria for breaking the claimed bond between Elle and Jude.After taking a cold shower, as she was not allowed to use hot water, she walked over to Niva's room. On the bed, Niva was already busy making love to her husband, Assire. Elle knew what was expected of her and no longer waits for Niva to order her. She got onto the bed behind Niva with her legs on either side of Assire's body and waited for Niva to lift herself off her husband's erection.Elle's mind always trails off to her first time. Even though no one knew that Jude made love to her shortly after midnight on her 18th birthday, it was a memory Elle held onto for dear life. At first, she was happy when her periods came the first month after becoming a bed slave and a surrogate for Niva and Assi
"I am fucking with you. Niva will kill the both of us." Assire chuckles and steps away from Elle, leaving her even more confused."I know. I was just playing along." Elle recovers."Liar." Assire chuckles again.Elle shook her head and focused on cleaning up with Assire's eyes on her. Truth is, Assire has developed feelings for Elle and is testing the waters. He does not know how she feels about him as he can't drink from her since they are trying to impregnate her.'What if Niva does not know that I drank from her? I will just take a drop.' Assire thought, looking at Elle."Elle. Come over here." Assire compels her.Elle walks over to him. "Everything ok?" "Shh. Not a word to this to Niva." Assire says and takes her hand, turning her palm up."What are you doing? You can't." Elle protested, trying to retract."Shh." Assire compels her and sinks his teeth into her. Assire lets go of her a moment later, disappointed that she is only going to use him to escape."How do you even have t
The female on the stage walked off and got onto a nearby table when Neil coached Elle onto the stage. "Take off your clothes."Under an obedient spell, Elle took off her clothes without hesitation. "Let me be clear. She might be barren and she is most definitely not a virgin. Opening bid has already been placed at 100k," Neil stated, looking at the few men in the club. His first bid came from a couple that has been regulars at his club for almost a year. He has been hiding them for favors that only a prehistoric vampire could give, like his now-dead sister has been hiding her prehistoric vampire.Elle kept her eyes on Jude, hoping he would place a bid.Jude's eyes were on Elle, wondering why he was so wildly attracted to her. 'What debt is she paying off here?' Jude wondered, thinking the only reason why a Lycan would be strutting her stuff in a club owned by an enchanting community if because of a deal gone wrong. People suspected the Lycan females were being held against their will
When Elle's eyes met Jude's she felt a sense of belonging.Elle's mind was a blank canvas, devoid of any memories or sense of identity. Lost and confused, a lingering feeling of emptiness. With her eyes on Jude's, a spark ignited within her. Though her memory remained elusive, there was an inexplicable familiarity in the depths of their gaze. It was as if their souls had connected long before their paths crossed. A glimmer of hope flickered within Elle, a belief that Jude held the key to unlocking her forgotten past. Yet, as her heart whispered of trust, a shadow of doubt intertwined with her longing. Could she truly rely on this stranger, or would he lead her astray? The answers lay hidden in the depths of their shared gaze, beckoning Elle to uncover the truth and discover the depths of her own being.“All yours. Now leave.” Neil said, coming to a halt in front of Jude. “You are to obey him, no matter what,” Neil said before leaving them.Jude's heart raced as Neil's words echoed in
Elle, overcome with emotion, leaps towards Jude and flings her arms around him, desperately seeking comfort. In a sudden bold move, she presses her lips onto his, surprising him. "Hey," Jude manages to push her away gently, his brows furrowed in confusion. "What are you doing?"Elle, her voice trembling, replies, "You saved me, Jude. You found me again." She tries to lean in for another kiss, hoping to rekindle their lost connection.Jude chuckles softly, attempting to keep her at arm's length. "Sure, but there's no need to kiss me," he says, his tone light. Deep down, though, he struggles with the conflict within him, the memory of their love wiped from his mind.Confusion clouds Elle's face as she asks, "Is there someone else? I don't understand." Unaware of Jude's altered memories, she searches for answers, her brows knit together.Jude, in a cold and detached manner, replies, "You are still just a pack slave to me, Elle. No matter what blood runs through your veins." He takes a st
You patiently waited in silence, feigning sleep, desperately hoping that the Alpha and his son would eventually depart. Determined to keep your true wakefulness a secret, you resolved not to give them any indication of your awareness. Thoughts raced through your mind as you formulated a plan: "I'll wait until they're gone and then carefully make my escape. But, above all, I hope Michael is alright." With utmost concentration, you shifted your attention solely to regulating your breaths, maintaining composure amidst the tense situation."Do you happen to know if Michael is still asleep?" you hear the Alpha inquire.Perplexed by the question, his son chuckles and asks, "Why are you asking me? Father, you can simply link your mind with his guard." Asserting his point."I entrusted you with the responsibility of overseeing the guards." Frustrated by the situation, the Alpha lets out an exasperated sigh and proceeds to establish a mental connection with the guard in charge of Michael himse
The soft morning light filtered in through the curtains, casting a warm glow over the room. You slowly blinked your eyes open, the fog of sleep still lingering in your mind. As your vision cleared, you saw him—Davide—sitting by your bedside, his eyes fixed on you with a tenderness that made your heart race. You couldn’t help but notice the subtle tension in his gaze, the uncertainty that lingered there."Do you hate me yet?" Davide’s voice was quiet, almost pleading, as if he were bracing for your response.For a long moment, you just stared at him, the weight of the years, of everything that had happened, pressing heavily on your chest. You felt a storm of emotions swirling inside you—anger, betrayal, and, beneath it all, an aching sense of longing."I hate and love you at the same time," you finally replied, your voice barely above a whisper. The words felt heavy as they left your lips, a truth you had buried deep for so long. You remembered the woman you once were, desperate for hi
Kurt followed Wynn down the winding corridors of the palace, his footsteps heavy with the weight of the decision ahead. The Lycan King's command had been clear, and now it was time for the next step. They arrived at the chambers of the shaman, where the ancient being was waiting, his eyes clouded with the knowledge of his craft.The shaman nodded to Kurt and Wynn, gesturing for them to enter. The room was dimly lit by flickering candles, and the scent of herbs and incense hung in the air. The shaman motioned for Kurt to sit in the center of a ritual circle, marked with glowing symbols and runes.As Wynn stood nearby, observing the ritual, the shaman began his chant, speaking in an ancient tongue that reverberated through the room. Kurt closed his eyes, focusing on the weight of the spell being placed over him, an invisible force that began to settle over his body. The power of the fated mate bond was strong, a magic that ran deep into his veins, connecting him to Elle whether he was r
The atmosphere in the castle shifted as the sound of the large doors opening echoed through the hallway. Elle, still reeling from the conversation with her mother, straightened her posture as she caught sight of the four young men entering the room. Despite their age—well over 300 years—they looked no older than their early twenties, a characteristic of their kind. Each one of them exuded an undeniable power, their presence filling the space as they moved with a grace that seemed almost unnatural, yet elegant.Their eyes—blue, like the clearest sky—sparkled with a quiet intensity that hinted at the centuries of experience and authority behind them. They were tall, their frames long and lean, but their bodies were hardened by years of battle and leadership. Despite their beauty, there was an air of danger surrounding them, a promise of strength and command. They were not the kind of men you could ignore or easily dismiss.Vance took a step forward, his gaze fixing on Elle with a knowin
As your arms pull away from Elle, the connection you feel between the two of you still lingers in the air—frail and unspoken. But before you can fully process what’s happening, Elle speaks, her voice breaking through the tension.“I know,” she says, her tone quiet but unwavering. “I know what the Lycan King wants, and I know what he plans to do.” Her gaze holds yours, clear and resolute, as if she’s already made a decision, one that you weren’t prepared to hear.You stare at her, confused, heart pounding in your chest. “What are you talking about?” you ask, though the dread that coils in your gut tells you it’s not something you want to hear.She steps back slightly, her eyes lowering just for a moment, before meeting yours again with that same quiet resolve. “I’ve already agreed to it,” she admits. “In return for pardoning Michael, you, and everyone else—I’ll give him my eggs. Until I find my fated mate.”The words hit you like a slap in the face. Your heart sinks into your stomach a
The Lycan King’s parting words echo in your mind as you stride toward Davide. The pull toward him is magnetic, a force you can no longer resist. Whatever doubts linger are silenced by the undeniable connection you feel—a bond that has been simmering beneath the surface, waiting for this moment to ignite.You stop in front of him, your heart pounding in your chest. His piercing gaze meets yours, and for a fleeting second, you think you see hesitation in his eyes. But you can’t stop now. With quiet resolve, you reach for him, leaning in to press your lips to his.The moment your skin touches his, a surge of heat and energy courses through you, raw and primal. Something deep within you clicks into place, a bond snapping tight, sealing your fate. For a brief, infinite moment, the world fades away. There is only him.But the moment is shattered.The door bursts open, slamming against the wall with enough force to make you flinch. A figure steps into the room, his presence like a thundersto
The young woman shifts slightly in her seat, her poised demeanor betraying a flicker of something unspoken. Her resemblance to you feels almost uncanny—like a shadow of your own reflection cast in a different light. Her sharp gaze mirrors yours as you both linger on the same man across the table. A knot tightens in your chest—a blend of unease and jealousy.The man seated near the Lycan King, the one who has drawn both your attention and hers, meets your eyes. His expression is unreadable, his lips quirked with a hint of amusement or perhaps something more calculated. The Lycan King, however, is less subtle. His gaze is direct and intense, commanding your attention even without a word. The weight of his stare sends a shiver through you—a mix of fascination and trepidation.For a moment, the room seems to fade, the undercurrents of silent communication drowning out the noise. The question gnaws at you again: Why does she look like she could be my sister? But the answer seems woven into
"Come with me," a voice startled you. You didn’t have to look around to know who it belonged to. It was Wynn, the Lycan King's best friend."Why?" you asked under your breath, matching the quiet intensity of his tone."Stand up and come with me," Wynn ordered, his voice imbued with a silent force that felt more compelling than even the Lycan King’s command.Against your will, you rose from your seat and followed him out of the dining hall, each step defying your own intentions. The air between you was charged with an unspoken tension."How did you do that?" you demanded, your voice sharp with frustration. The shaman necklace you wore should have protected you, and you'd been humming protective chants under your breath. Yet, his power had broken through your defenses effortlessly.Wynn remained silent, his stride purposeful. You followed him like a duckling trailing its mother, powerless to resist the pull of his authority. He stopped in front of an imposing wooden door, gesturing for
Later that evening, the Lycan King and his closest confidant, Wynn, found themselves alone in the quiet seclusion of the King’s private chambers, the low flickering of candlelight casting shadows across the stone walls. The tension of the day still lingered in the air as they shared a rare moment of camaraderie.“I can’t thank you enough for what you did today,” the King began in a low, gravelly tone, his gaze steady as he reached for a decanter of aged bourbon. He poured the rich amber liquid into two heavy crystal glasses, the sound of it splashing softly against the silence.Wynn shifted uneasily, crossing his arms before moving closer to the King. “We deceived them with a false prophecy,” he replied, voice thick with bitterness. He took the offered glass but didn’t drink immediately, his eyes narrowed as he regarded the swirling drink with a conflicted expression. “I’m not exactly proud of manipulating them like that.”The King’s lips twisted into a wry smile as he held his own gla
Ellle turned to face the Lycan King with unwavering determination. "I will go with you willingly," she declared, her voice steady despite the turmoil within her.The Lycan King regarded her with a mixture of curiosity and respect. "You possess a rare courage, Elle," he acknowledged. "But know that your sacrifice will not go unnoticed."As Elle stepped forward to join the Lycan King, Wynn's voice cut through the tension. "Wait," he commanded, his eyes ablaze with an intensity that silenced the gathering."The time for secrecy has passed," Wynn declared, his gaze shifting to the Lycan King. "It is time for the truth to be revealed."With a flicker of uncertainty crossing his features, the Lycan King nodded in agreement.Wynn turned to face the assembled pack, his voice ringing out with authority. "Listen well, for what I am about to reveal will shake the foundations of our world."As the pack members leaned in, captivated by Wynn's words, he began to recount the ancient prophecy that ha