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
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 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
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 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
You grew up in a lowly Lycan Werewolf household, believing yourself to be nothing more than an Omega at the bottom of the food chain. You lived with your family on the outskirts of a town that was overrun by rogues these days. Well, I guess you can't really call them rogues because they all do answer to one, The Mafia King. He was not always a king, even though he was born with royal blood. Another royal family overthrew his family when he was still in his mother's womb. While his father, the then king, fought for his survival, she ran away. She was hunted down and forced to marry the new king and bear his children. Or was she? His mother gave birth to him just before they found her, and everyone believed she had lost the child. You, on the other hand, well, let's just say that the circumstances of your own birth weren't all sunshine and roses either, but luckily for you, you grew up with your mother, one of the wives of the same King who slaughtered the former King, your father, and
The heat wave I mentioned earlier hit you like a wall and your body reacted immediately. Invisible hands touched your body as if you were wearing nothing. You took a deep breath and try to calm your raging hormones as you walk to the building for your very first interview.You look behind you as you catch a lycan werewolf's scent, but no one is there. You walk faster, regretting wearing the high heels. Actually, you regret being outside in the first place, as you can smell several lycans. You reached the building where your interview is and struggle with the glass door as you are in a hurry to get inside, where you think you would be safe.The doorman looks at you strangely. Probably wondering what was wrong with you since the heatwave has no effect on him since he is nothing more than a human. He pushed down the crossbar and open the door for you.“Thank you,” you say out of breath, and not a moment too soon the lycans you smelled catch up with you."Don't let them in!" you say in a p
You rattle the handle, but Henry locked the door from the other side. “Open the door,” you tell him."No," you hear him gasp."Thank goodness!" you hear him say with the sound of heels on the stairs.“I'm here, honey,” says a woman's voice. You listen all day to them having sex on the other side of the door, torturing your body. You help yourself a few times, but it isn’t enough. Slowly, you feel the heat wave go away as the sun settled. You don't realize that Henry and his human woman have left the building.“Henry?” you call out, but get no answer.Yep, they left you. Just when you thought you were going to sleep on a roof overnight and pray that the heat wave doesn’t come back, the door opens."Dave!" you exclaim, happy to see him.“I'm so sorry I chased after you this morning. This bloody heat wave,” he complains, holding out his hand to you, to help you up.You and Dave were always best friends, as I mentioned earlier.“Thanks for coming to my aid,” you giggle nervously as you str
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