The omega leaves you at the entrance of the sunroom and you notice king Makens and his family having breakfast. Around their table, you notice an open seat. You take a deep breath and proceed toward the royal table. ‘I thought the royal brothers all had red hair,’ you think to yourself, trying to justify not knowing what king Makens looked like. If you were not already fated, you would have found him extremely attractive, looking your age. His blond hair and piercing blue eyes are not enough to separate his looks from his brothers. They all had ginger hair and blue eyes except king Makens. You heard the stories that he take after his father and the rest of them after their mother that had red hair. “Good morning,” you greeted and took the vacant chair at the table. “Thank you for joining us,” King Makens said after everyone greeted her. The omega that left you at the door arrives at the table with a setting, followed by a tail of servers, holding dishes of food for you to select. Y
Dressed in a hoody and matching pants looking like you are going for a jog you sneak out of the room. You walk through the hallway trying your best to not draw attention to yourself, wondering if they forgot to place a spell on your room to prevent you from leaving. You catch the familiar scents of the lycan royals and turn around, taking a turn here and another, followed by another, and before you know it, you are lost. Or are you? You realise that you are in the vampire wing of the castle, the thick scent of the walking dead in the air. “Lost?” a voice started you. “What makes you think that?” you asked, putting on a brave face, but your shaky voice gives you away. “The fact that you are a lycan werewolf,” the vampire said with a smile on his face. “I, I- I am seeking advice from the vampire king,” you fall over your words as a plan forms in your mind. “Why not get your advice from the lycan king?” the vampire tease. “Stop toying with her,” you hear another voice that sends the
The time could not go by any slower, but finally, the hour came, and you eagerly wait for the vampire that the vampire king said will come for you. With every minute going by, you become more restless. ‘The sun has been down for almost an hour. Where the hell is the vampire?’ you ask and walked over to your patio, undressing. You just decided that you will take matters into your own hands and made your way over to the patio, undressing. You leaped off the patio and try to shift before you land on the ground with a thumb, hurting yourself. You cry in pain, unable to move.“You lycans have no patience,” the vampire scolded you, standing over you, looking down at you.You look at him, anger and pain on your face.“Drink from me, but don’t drink too much. I need all the energy I have for the trip,” he says, not sounding too happy about it, rolling up his sleeve.“No,” you say looking at him, refusing to drink from him. “Give me your shirt.”Seriously? You were naked in front of your fated
“Release them,” you try out your so-called royal authority and for a moment it seems to be working.“They are not prisoners,” the guard says and opens the gate that is not locked.“We are just waiting here. The rogue king has been kind to us for some reason,” Amore says.The guard comes to his senses and grabs you around your neck.“Let go of me,” you demand with force, and he lets go of you.“You guys have to get out of here. I don’t know what the rogue’s plan is but it can’t be good,” you say as the guard grabs you again and before you could get another word out, he squeezed the air from you, making you faint.When you came to it, your siblings were gone and so was the guard. You stood up and rattle the bars of the cell, finding yourself locked up. “Crap.”“Fancy seeing you here,” Davide’s voice rings in your ears.“What did you do with them?” you spat, holding onto the bars.“Nothing. For some reason they killed the guard and ran off,” Davide says not sounding to care much.“Where
Davide expects pain at the betrayal but relaxes into the enchantress kiss when the pain does not come.You lay paralysed to the core, silent tears running from your eyes as you watch them having wild sex.‘It is all my own fault. I should have stuck with the lycan king’s plan,’ you think, closing your eyes as you fight through the pain their pleasured filled moans bring you.“Open your eyes little wolf,” Davide says mid climax, but you refuse.With a swift movement of her hand, the enchantress places you under an obedient spell. “Always do as he says.”“Open your eyes,” Davide says again, and your eyes fling open against your will.Davide looks into your eyes, and you look into his cold bright eyes. You feel a tear escape and roll down your face as you sink back to the ground, keeping your eyes on him. For some reason, his beautiful eyes bring you some sort of comfort.“This is what you get for betraying me and trying to kill me,” he says without emotion while the enchantress is ridin
After taking out his frustrations on the enchantress, leaving her completely satisfied, Davide still feels restless and makes his way back to his office to tend to business.He walks past your unconscious body and turns back. He kneels down and gathers you in his arms, the scent of another man on you turning his stomach.“No,” he says out loud, willing himself to leave you there for the next man to have you. He was about to walk away when he remembers how you wrapped yourself around the guard, jealousy rising up in him. “No more sex for you, my little wolf,” he says, looking at your eyes that fluttered open at his touch. He grabs a hand full of your messy hair and drags your naked body toward his office. You find your feet halfway into his office. He lets go of your hair; some strands are still stuck to his hand as it pulls out of your head. Davide cleans his hand off his shirt before taking a seat. You stand, not sure what to do, waiting for an order.“What to do with you?” he asks o
Davide was not in the mood for his pack or Kezia’s clinginess, so he went to his office to try to get some work done. The past week feels like years instead of a week for him. He finds himself wishing that he did not claim you so easily as his mind drifts off, wishing you will claim him back. “No, stop,” he says out loud, dragging his hands through his hair before rubbing his face. He sighs and rests back in his chair, looking up at the ceiling of his office as if the answer to his problems is written there. As his hands went up behind his head, his eye caught a strand of your hair that was clinging to the sleeve of his shirt. For a moment, he regrets how he handled you and allows others to treat you. ‘No, I can not feel any remorse. She will kill me the first chance she gets,’ he thinks and stands up. ‘Kezia is right. I should send her away,’ he thinks, considering Kezia’s advice.Davide got to his room, expecting to find you there. “How long does one woman take to shower?” he asks o
"Don't try to escape. Don't make a sound. If you ever leave here, forget my voice," you hear one demand after the other as you feel the bed sheet being pulled away from you. You try to grab it to prevent your captor from leaving you naked."Let go," the demand comes, and obediently you let go. "Be a good little wh0re and your life will be easy," your captor says into your ear before licking the side of your face while his hands find their way around your naked body.You try to slap them away and realize that it is a mistake when his hands grab you by your neck, choking you. "You belong to me now and will never reject me ever again," his harsh voice rings in your ears. For a moment you claw at his hands around your neck, fighting to survive but then you realize you should let him choke you to death. With his one hand still around your neck, you feel his other hand reaching for your womanhood. You feel hot tears running down your face as he enters you violently. Nothing you were not use
You were about to leave the hall, your mind swirling with what had just transpired, when the heavy doors suddenly swung open. The sound of boots hitting the stone floor echoed as Elle was dragged in, her body fighting the handlers every step of the way. Her arms flailed, her legs kicking out in a desperate attempt to break free. You could hear her sharp breaths and the sounds of her struggles, the chaos of her fury cutting through the tension in the room."Let her go!" you demanded, your voice carrying the authority only royalty can wield. The handlers hesitated, caught off guard by the power in your tone. Against their will, they released Elle, stepping back reluctantly as she stood, now free to stand on her own two feet.Elle glared at them but didn’t hesitate. Her expression was a mixture of defiance and fury, and without a word, she stomped directly toward the Lycan King. Her steps were firm, unwavering, as she faced the man who held her fate in his hands.You joined her at her si
You stand up, the urgency of your thoughts pushing you into motion. The weight of the decision, the need to be sure Elle is safe, weighs heavily on your chest. "We can leave after Elle returns," you say, your voice steady but the worry still evident in your eyes. "I need to be sure she’s going to be okay."You move toward the door, your hand resting on the handle as you prepare to face whatever awaits you outside. You’re going to plead with the Lycan King, no matter how dangerous it may be. Elle deserves a chance, deserves to have her fate in her own hands. You won’t let the world crush her under the weight of its expectations."Where are you going?" Davide’s voice stops you mid-step, his tone laced with curiosity and something else—amusement?You turn to face him, meeting his gaze with determination. "I’m going to go plead with the Lycan King to pardon Elle’s behaviour. He must realise that she wouldn’t have run away if it wasn’t for the stupid Vampire King."At the mention of Michae
You sit on the edge of your bed, your gaze distant, staring at the stone wall as though it might offer some comfort or answer. The weight of your thoughts presses down on you—thoughts of Elle, of her safety, of her fate. You hope she’s somewhere far from this madness, that she’s found a way to escape this life that’s been thrust upon her, a life you know all too well. You wish she could be free, free from the chains of royalty, from the expectations, from the constant battles for power.But deep down, you know the truth—she can’t escape it. Not without risking everything. Not without drawing the attention of forces that would crush her.And yet, you cling to that hope, that small spark of possibility that she might find a way out. You want so badly for her to live a life outside of this world of lies, manipulation, and bloodshed. But that wish, that dream, feels selfish. You don’t know if you’d survive it if something happened to her. The thought gnaws at your insides, making it harde
Elle’s steps faltered as she turned toward the hallway, her mind set on finding a way out, a way to fight back. But before she could take another step, a firm grip seized her arm, pulling her back with a force that nearly sent her crashing to the ground.Her breath caught in her throat as she spun around to face Jude’s father, his face twisted with a mixture of regret and resolve. “You can’t leave, Elle,” he said, his voice low and controlled, but there was an underlying urgency to his words.“What the hell are you doing?” Elle snarled, struggling against his hold. Her pulse raced, her mind spinning as her fury grew. “Let me go. I’m not staying here. I’m not waiting for the Higher Council to come and take me!”Jude’s father’s grip tightened. “You don’t understand. If you leave now, they’ll find you. They’ll use you against us. We can’t let that happen. I’m doing this to protect you... and us.”Elle’s heart skipped a beat as he pulled her toward the back of the house, away from the fro
Her sharp eyes scanned the trees beyond the cove, searching for the source of her unease. The scent of something foreign lingered in the salty air—something predatory.Jude’s smile faltered. "Elle, what’s wrong?"Before she could answer, a shadow moved.A figure emerged from the tree line—a man, tall and unnervingly still. His golden eyes gleamed with eerie intent, his presence radiating a silent threat. A hybrid.Elle’s breath caught in her throat.The assassin had found them.Jude noticed the change in her expression and turned, following her gaze. The moment he locked eyes with the intruder, realization struck. "Run," he whispered.But it was already too late.The hybrid tracker lunged, moving with inhuman speed.Elle reacted on instinct, shoving Jude back as she braced herself for the fight of her life.The battle was brutal. Elle and Jude fought together, but even with their combined strength, they were no match for the hybrid. He was faster, stronger, and relentless. Every blow
The shadows stretched long across the floor of Michael’s chamber, the heavy silence punctuated only by the sound of his own steady breathing. His hands curled into fists as he moved toward the far side of the room, where an ornate wooden wardrobe stood against the stone wall. He had known this room well before it was his—it had belonged to his brother, and his brother had been cunning, always keeping a way out, a path unseen.Michael placed his palm against the side of the wardrobe, feeling for the hidden seam. With a slight push, the back panel groaned, revealing a narrow passageway that led into the dark. He took a step forward—but stopped. Something unseen and unfathomable coiled around his body, anchoring him in place. His fangs bared instinctively, his power rising to meet the force that held him back.A spell.His mind worked quickly, fingers tracing over the air as he called on his own magic, whispering an incantation under his breath to dismantle whatever bound him. But it was
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