Marco’s POVMy heart was beating fast, and I was breathing hard as I watched Swiftclaw coming toward me, looking really angry. I couldn't see a way out of this, and I tried really hard to think of a solution."Wait, Swiftclaw!" I said nervously, my voice shaky with fear. "Let's talk about this. Whatever's bothering you, we can find a way to fix it without fighting."Swiftclaw growled angrily but stopped for a moment, seeming to think about what I had said. The air was really tense, and I was thinking quickly. I couldn't mess up."I don't feel like talking, Marco," Swiftclaw said angrily. "You've gone too far, and now you'll pay for it."I was panicking, trying to figure out how to get out of being frozen with fear. I couldn't let fear take over; I needed to stay calm and focused."Swiftclaw, please, listen to me," I continued, my voice shaking but determined. "I didn't mean to upset you, but whatever happened, we can fix it. We're friends, right? Friends don't hurt each other like thi
Scarlett’s POVMy heart aced as Sage and I moved toward the exit, leaving behind the chaotic scene of the battle between Marco and his men. My mind was a whirlwind of fear, concern for Marco's safety, and the urgency of our escape. I glanced back over my shoulder, my eyes locked onto Marco, who was still locked in the fierce struggle with Swiftclaw.Then, a shadow loomed at the doorway, and my breath caught in my throat. Who could it be at this crucial moment, blocking our way to safety? My thoughts raced, trying to identify the person."Leaving so soon?" The voice sent shivers down my spine. I turned to see a sinister figure with an evil grin, lurking in the dimly lit passage. My heart pounded in my chest as I struggled to make out the intruder's features.Sudden relief washed over me as the person stepped into the light, revealing himself to be Michael. My anxiety shifted to anger. What was he doing here, now of all times? And why did he look so menacing, holding that large, dangero
Marco's POVBut it was too late. A spear, gleaming malevolently in the dim light, pierced through Michael's back and emerged crimson-soaked from his chest. The force of the blow was enough to send him crashing to the ground, the impact causing a sickening thud that reverberated in the stillness of the moment."WTF!!!" I exclaimed in sheer shock and disbelief, my voice echoing through the passage.I staggered to my feet, my eyes wide with horror as I witnessed Michael writhing on the ground, blood gushing from his wound in a torrent. His face contorted with agony, and he struggled to breathe, his life slipping away before my eyes.My gaze snapped upward, seeking the source of this sudden attitude by Swiftclaw to him. And there, with blood-soaked hands and a malevolent grin that sent shivers down my spine, stood Swiftclaw. His eyes gleamed with triumph, and he let out a chilling, mocking laugh as he looked down at Michael."You thought I would give you the Kingdom, Michael?" Swiftclaw t
Marco’s POVSwiftclaw laughed loudly in the passage, making fun of us. "Oh, Marco," he said, "is this your killer team? How cute. But you're too slow."I looked at Sage and Dave. They were ready to fight, having heard Swiftclaw's insults. We nodded at each other, knowing we had to work together to defeat the traitor.Swiftclaw didn't waste time. He suddenly moved very fast, surprising us. He hit Sage and Dave hard, and they fell to the ground.It seemed like Swiftclaw became one with the shadows, moving so fast that we couldn't see him clearly. He hit Sage and Dave with strong and precise punches, clearly having the advantage.Sage and Dave, although strong, were caught off guard by Swiftclaw's fast attack. They tried to get up but couldn't defend themselves before Swiftclaw attacked again.I watched in horror as Swiftclaw hit them repeatedly, his punches were strong and accurate. Sage and Dave tried to fight back, but Swiftclaw was too fast and skilled.As I watched the battle, I kne
Scarlett’s POV As I gradually opened my eyes, I was immediately greeted with a piercing pain in my head that radiated through my skull. It was as if someone had taken a sledgehammer to my brain. I tried to focus and recollect the events of the previous night, but my mind was a foggy mess, unable to grasp anything substantial. I felt a strange sensation throughout my body, as if I had just finished an exhausting marathon. My muscles were sore and aching, and every movement seemed to require an immense amount of effort. It was almost as if I had been hit by a truck. As I lay there, trying to piece together the fragmented memories of the previous night, bits and pieces of the events started to filter in. Slowly but surely, the blur began to take shape, and my mind was able to make sense of what had happened. The Night earlier……. As Marco's hands ran down my body, I couldn't help but shiver with excitement. I closed my eyes as his lips landed on my neck, eliciting soft moans from my l
Marco’s POV I woke up to a scene that was unfamiliar to me. The room that I was in was strange, and my head was throbbing with pain. As I began to take in my surroundings, I noticed a girl, Scarlett, who was staring at me with a gaze that was intense and focused. She was studying my wrist and shoulder, and her eyes kept darting back and forth between the two. Initially, I thought that she might be admiring the tattoos that were on my wrist and shoulder, but as my memory began to return, I realized who I was, and the significance of the girl's actions. It became clear to me that she too must have recognized who I was. "You're scared," I said, finally breaking the silence. "That you've slept with a Lycan prince." Scarlett didn't say anything for a moment, still looking at me with a mix of fear and fascination. "I just... I didn't know," she stammered finally. "I didn't know who you were." I sat up, ignoring the pain in my head. "It doesn't matter. We had a good time, right?" Scarl
Macro’s POV I stormed out of my room and made my way to my father's chamber, my anger boiling up inside of me. I knew that I was in for a heated conversation. As I entered the room, I could see that my father was already angry. "Why can't you settle down, Marco?" Alpha Damian growled. "You're going to be taking the throne soon, and you can't keep flirting around with all the maidens of the land. I want to see my grandson before I die." I bristled at my father's words. I had no intention of settling down and producing an heir just because my father wanted me to. "I'll settle down when I find the right woman," I replied through gritted teeth. "I won't be forced into anything." "You're being selfish, Marco," my father spat. "You have a duty to your people and your pack. You need to start thinking about the future." "I am thinking about the future," I countered. "But I won't be pressured into a loveless marriage just for the sake of producing an heir. I want to find someone I truly lo
Scarlett’s POV My anxiety only intensified as my uncle drove me to the hospital. The thought of what could be wrong with me made me feel queasy, and the car ride felt like it would never end. When we finally arrived at the hospital, I clutched my stomach and felt like I might faint. My uncle put his hand on my shoulder, giving me a reassuring squeeze as we entered the building. The process was quick and efficient, but it felt like it took hours. I was shuffled from room to room, taking tests and answering questions. All the while, I was silently praying that it was just a normal illness and that everything would be okay. When we finally met with the doctor, I was so anxious that I could barely speak. The doctor handed a piece of paper to my uncle, and my heart felt like it was about to beat out of my chest. Why didn't the doctor tell me directly? Was it bad news? My uncle didn't say anything as we left the hospital, and I felt like I was going to explode with worry. The drive back