(Elias)
I watched the scene unfold with a mixture of dread and anticipation. My brother Jasper stood on the raised platform, a self-satisfied smirk plastered on his face as he surveyed the assembled crowd. Beside him, a group of our pack’s elite warriors flanked him, their expressions stern and vigilant. But my attention was fixed on the slender figure standing on Jasper’s right. My mate. Iris.“Our mate looks so thin. They must have treated her pretty bad,” my wolf’s voice echoed in my mind, a growl of disapproval lacing his words. His anger mirrored my own, a seething rage simmering just beneath the surface. Iris’s once vibrant green eyes now seemed dull, shadows darkening the skin beneath them. Her auburn hair, while used to flow like a river of fire, hung limp around her face. The sight of her, so diminished, sent a pang of guilt through my heart. This was my doing, my fault for abandoning her and the pack when they needed me most. I studied the people on the stage, especially my brother Jasper. A year ago, I was blissfully unaware of the brewing storm, living in the protective bubble our father had created for me. Ignorant of the resentment festering within the pack, I believed in the inherent goodness of people, in love and kindness. Everything changed when our father succumbed to a sudden illness. Jasper had rallied a force with such speed and precision that it left me questioning the circumstances of our father’s death. Was it truly a natural illness, or had Jasper played a part in it? My conscience haunted me day and night, the guilt of abandoning my pack and Iris gnawing at my soul. But I couldn't afford to let my emotions dictate my actions. As the Lycan King, I had responsibilities that extended beyond personal feelings. I had to be strong, unwavering. In my time spent in the woods, I became a rouge. It was during those solitary months that my wolf awoke, emerging with a power and presence that set me apart from the other rouges. Bigger, with shining black fur, and piercing blue eyes, my wolf commanded respect. My own eyes had changed too, shifting from brown to the same striking blue as my wolf’s. For months, I roamed the territories, visiting packs that still recognized the Lycan bloodline. I established my position, liberating many packs from tyrannical Alphas and restoring order where chaos had reigned. But news of my own pack reached me only through whispers and rumors, carried by the grapevine of the rogue network. Then the invitation came. A summons from Jasper to attend a ceremony came, inviting me. The sheer audacity of it infuriated me. For days, I seethed, my anger a palpable force that kept everyone at a distance. My wolf was equally incensed, but there was a glimmer of hope in his fury. He wanted revenge for a while now.Iris was not to become Jasper’s Luna. That small mercy was enough to temper our rage. But before I revealed my identity as Elias, the true Lycan King, I needed to know more. I needed to understand the dynamics at play, to gather information that would allow me to strike with precision and purpose. I watched the shadows, careful not to draw any attention to myself. My wolf paced restlessly within me, eager to confront Jasper and reclaim our rightful place, but I knew we had to be patient. Acting impulsively could jeopardize everything. Jasper’s voice cut through the crowd, his tone dripping with authority. I kept my eyes on the ground. The crowd’s response was a mixture of subdued agreement and reluctant acceptance. It was clear that Jasper had a firm grip on them, his reign maintained through fear and manipulation. My jaw clenched as I observed the scene, turning out his words. My anger toward him grew with each passing moment. The image of Iris, standing beside Jasper like a broken doll, fueled my anger. I could see the way she avoided his gaze, the subtle flinch whenever he moved too close. It was a stark contrast to the vibrant, confident woman I remembered. The thought of what she must have endured under Jasper’s control made my blood boil. “I won’t reveal myself until I know more,” I reminded my wolf, who growled in frustration. “We need to be smart about this. We can’t afford to make mistakes.” As much as I wanted to charge onto the stage and challenge Jasper right then and there, I knew that strategy was paramount. Acting on impulse would only endanger Iris. Jasper’s speech went on, but I refused to listen. My eyes kept drifting back to Iris. She stood still, a shadow of her former self, her spirit seemingly crushed under the weight of my brother’s oppressive rule. My heart ached for her, for the vibrant, fiery woman I once knew, now reduced to this frail figure. A flicker of movement caught my attention. Iris’s gaze drifted across the crowd, a lifeless sweep until her eyes landed on me. For a moment, her expression froze. Then recognition flickered in her green eyes, followed swiftly by a wave of emotions: shock, disbelief, and then a desperate, almost frantic hope. Her reaction was immediate. Without a second thought, Iris broke away from the platform. She ran toward me, her movements driven by sheer determination and the hope that had ignited within her. And I was faced with a horrible decision.(Iris)The crowd was a blur as I sprinted toward Elias, my heart hammering in my chest. I couldn’t believe he was alive, he was here. After everything, after all this time, he had come back for me. Hope surged through me, giving my legs wings. When I reached him, I threw my arms around him, clutching tightly as if to anchor myself to reality. But the man didn’t move. Confused, I pulled back slightly and looked up. My heart plummeted. The eyes staring down at me weren’t Elias’s warm brown ones. They were blue, cold as ice, and held no recognition or love. My arms dropped to my sides, the elation of moments ago replaced by anguish and embarrassment. I had so missed Elias that I had caused a scene and hugged a stranger. Before I could step away, another man’s firm grip pulled me back. “What do you want with the Lycan King?” he asked, his voice as frosty as his eyes. The shock of his words reverberated through me. Lycan King? My thoughts whirled as I tried to reconcile this m
(Iris)I stood before the Lycan King, my legs shaky, my heart pounding. I waited for the Lycan King to acknowledge me. His presence was overwhelming, filling the room with an almost tangible aura of power. The scent of him, earthy, musky, and intoxicating, wrapped around me, making my head swim. My wolf was practically purring in delight, making happy noises in the back of my mind, as if to remind me that this man was our mate. I was well aware and needed no reminding. “Calm down,” I whispered to myself, though it did little to steady my nerves. The Lycan King’s piercing blue eyes locked onto mine, and I felt a shiver run down my spine. His gaze was intense, as if he could see right through me. “Come forward,” he commanded, his voice deep. I took a hesitant step forward, my heart racing faster. I could feel the weight of his scrutiny, every inch of his being focused on me. As I approached, he gestured for me to sit in a chair across from him. I obeyed without hesitation. He
(Iris)Naomi’s face was a mask of fury as she stormed into the room, her eyes blazing with anger. “You insolent fool!” She screamed, her voice echoing off the walls. “How dare you embarrass me like that?” I knelt on the floor, my head bowed, trying to block out her harsh words. Naomi’s tirade continued, her insults growing more venomous with each passing moment. She jumped up and down, gesturing wildly as she planned out various ways to punish me. Jasper stood off to the side, his expression unreadable. He watched in silence, not moving to intervene or to support Naomi’s outburst. I could sense his discomfort, but he did nothing to stop her. Suddenly, the room fell silent as the Lycan King entered. His presence was commanding, and everyone turned to look at him. One of his warriors, who had been with Naomi earlier, had apparently informed him of what had transpired. “I don’t think what she did warranted that much fuss,” The Lycan King said calmly, his voice cutting through
(Iris)I knew what he meant when he said that. The weight of his words hung in the air, heavy and inescapable. Just like I know and Jasper knows. It was a silent understanding. I nodded, a small, almost imperceptible gesture that conveyed my acceptance. No words were necessary. They would only dilute the gravity of the moment. I turned and left the room, each step echoing in the silence that followed. The door closed softly behind me, but the unspoken words lingered in the air, a reminder of the decisions we had made and the path we were on. I walked back to my room slowly, not really wanting to go. My room was moved recently. Now it was next to the room Naomi and Jasper shared. The day had been exhausted, and all I wanted was to retreat to the solitude of my room. It had been a week since my room was moved to the new location and I wasn’t thrilled about the change, but I had no say in the matter. As I trudged down the dimly lit corridor, I heard the muffled sound of raised voi
(Iris)“The Lycan King is going to be mad,” my wolf said, her voice filled with worry, echoing the unease that had been gnawing at me since last night. “Of course I know that,” I replied, frustration lacing my words. “It’s just… I think I am still a little weak when facing him…” “Yeah, I understand, I guess. They were our mates for a year,” she said, her tone softening with empathy. The weight of her words settled over me like a shroud, the memories of the past year flashing before my eyes. It had been a tumultuous time, filled with conflicting emotions and complicated relationships. But now, things were even more tangled, and the Lycan King’s presence only added to the confusion. I couldn’t take the time to think through everything. I had to get up. So, I pushed my wolf’s voice out of my mind and got dressed. I walked to the dining room, keeping my head down. I couldn’t avoid the curious glances of the pack, so I decided to ignore them. The scent of roasted meat and fresh br
(Iris)The big pack meeting was around the corner, and I had been given the mundane task of taking out the garbage. It was, at least, a welcome distraction from the tension that had been hanging over me since my encounter with the Lycan King. As I dumped the garbage out the back of the kitchen, I sighed, wiping my hands on my jeans. When I turned to go back inside, I found the door had been locked. Panic set in as I realized I was trapped outside. Before I could process my situation, I noticed several men approaching me. They were strangers, men I had never seen around the pack house before. Given the recent influx of visitors for the meeting, it wasn’t unusual to see new faces, but there was something sinister in the way they moved, their intentions clear in their leering eyes. One of them stepped forward, a cruel smile spreading across his face. “Looks like you’re all alone, sweetheart,” he said. I took a quick step back, my heart racing. “What do you want?” I demanded.
(Seraphina)I wasn’t sure how I expected Iris to react, but I was surprised. I had wanted to catch her off guard, and I did that. But she didn’t panic after hearing my question. She avoided my eyes and shrugged. “I have no idea how, I was just desperate,” she answered vaguely. I studied her, but decided not to press further. She had been through enough. “Alright,” I said softly, and left her to rest. When I got back to his room, he was sulking again. Ever since the invitation to the big pack meeting, he had been moodier than ever, brooding in silence and refusing to leave his quarters for reasons unknown. I took a deep breath and stepped inside, determined to get through to him this time. He was sitting by the window, staring out into the distance, lost in thought. The shadows played across his face, highlighting the lines of worry and sorrow etched into his features. “It has to be about the girl, Iris,” I thought to myself, feeling a familiar pang of jealousy. He had never talk
(Iris)When I reached my room, I collapsed onto my bed, utterly exhausted. The day’s events had left me drained both physically and emotionally. The weight of secrets I carried threatened to crush me, and the doubts gnawed at my resolve like relentless predators. My wolf, Molly, echoed my unease, her voice a constant whisper in my mind. “Iris, people are starting to suspect something is up with you and the Lycan King,” Molly murmured, her tone laced with concern. I closed my eyes, taking a deep breath to steady myself. “I know,” I admitted quietly. “I can feel their eyes on me all the time.” I opened my eyes, noticing that I had a few stray tears on my cheeks. I sat up, and rubbed my face with my hand. “I don’t think I can keep this up for much longer,” I confessed. “You have to,” Molly replied, “Iris! Though I am not going to lie, you are in a pretty dangerous situation. And I suspect Naomi has something to do with the men that just attacked us. She looked really nervous w