Lyros is no longer the all-powerful Lycan lording his majesty over the weak populace. We are powerful in our own right now.And in the face of real power, the Lycan king can only do one thing, cower, like a coward.Lyros attempts to run but almost like he knows it’s futile there’s no spirit in it. Lycan speed might have given him a chance, but running was just one final way of making a dash for his life.I flash and slam Lyros with my sword, the blade slapping the side of his face and drawing blood as he tumbles to the ground. I lean down and whisper close to his ear,“I don’t intend to kill you Lord Lyros.”I feel his heartbeat intensify as my words graze his ears but I continue confidently, “I intend to make you pay for all you’ve done. For the young girls you plucked from weak werewolf packs, only to kill them after torturing them, their dreams ended and hopes cut short because of your wickedness. I intend to make you pay for the cities you’ve attacked, the people you have killed,
Cain grabs onto my waist and kisses me, hauling me up and plastering me against him. His voice is a rough husk in my ear as he whispers “You did it, Adelaide.” Tears run down my eyes and he hugs me, holding my body to his as I sob into his chest. I don’t think I'd believe what just happened if someone told me it would a few months ago. All I wanted was to be free and run off to hell knows where, but I'm glad for what I did. Now I know I have parents, parents who loved me and a mother who would have done anything for me. I’m not just the pack omega destined to be maltreated and beaten for all of her life. The suffering I went through changed me. It gave me tougher skin and with the power of my heritage… I've just won back my kingdom. Freedom is mine if I want it. Freedom, and power, and love, if I want any of it, and all of it, and I do. I really do. I kiss Cain again, just to cement the fact that we are a thing now. We’re more than a thing. I’m wearing his ring. He’s as much
The sun beats down on my back and with the warmth it brings, my memories of pain come rushing back.The laughter of kids fills my ears faintly while the feeling of my throat closing up with tears comes back like a dull ache.A life of happiness was never meant for me.Maybe that's why I'm doing this instead of being somewhere else right now.I feel his hands grip my jaw, slowly, almost tenderly. The hate and resentment in his eyes knocks whatever tenderness his touch might portray right out of me and I gulp despite myself."If you're going to choke Adelaide, then at least do it properly."He throws my face away the next second and I go crashing onto the floor beneath me. My breath comes in heavy short spurts and tears line the corner of my eyes.His cold blue ones bore right into my soul as he sneers and stares down at me."Do it again, and don't make me come back until you get it right this time."I watch as Lyros walks off and as he does, my stupid heart follows him too.My feelings
Running will only take you so far in life. Sometimes the only thing you can do except run is fly........ but unluckily for me werewolves aren't built with wings. The only thing I can do is run. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ The sound of leaves as I step on them crashes into my ears and the adrenaline pumping into my veins almost makes me pass out from sheer tiredness. I stop to catch my breath. I'm doing it. I'm finally doing it! I am running away from my pack and I am not taking even one look back at whatever it is I have left behind. All they ever offered me was pain. Pain and broken bones. I ignore the way my heart twists at those thoughts and focus on walking again. One step at a time. With each step I take, I go farther from my pack. My parents lead this pack and I should have been treated like a queen in it, but ironically the reverse is the case. A chuckle escapes my throat and I wipe away the blood that comes with that chuckle. My neck is broken somewhere. I'm su
"Get dressed." My mother sneers at me and pushes me into a room before she locks the door behind her. My heart is in my mouth due to the fear I'm feeling but I ignore that and focus on getting dressed. I passed out again somewhere in the middle of the strange man's conversation with my parents, but one thing is clear. He's here for me. I gulp. The thought of it fills me with excitement and dread at the same time, but the excitement overpowers the dread and I find myself smiling. Fuck. My head still aches from the way I had hit it on Gerald's earlier and I haven't recovered from the damage they did to me before. My whole body hurts. Regret is something I said I would not feel no matter what happened with my escape plan, but right now I regret trying to run away like that. I should have found somewhere to hide first before running. Wolves always give chase to the prey they can see. What they don't see, never hurts them. My mind drifts back to the blue eyed man again and I fe
She's useless. That's the first thing i notice about her. Expending all that energy just to run away but never actually getting away. It's like she expected her capture before setting out and she waited for it patiently, like a good little weakling. "Any thoughts on how long this one is going to last before you kill her?" Cain is a lanky silver blond-haired presence beside me, and the only one who can talk to me without wetting himself. I appreciate that about him, so I reply when he speaks. "It'll depend on how well she performs." I hear his breath catch. "You want to fuck her first?" There is slight disgust in his tone and I turn to face him. "Is that displeasing to you Cain?" "She's an omega!" "And I'll do what I want to do. Am I clear?" There is a note of unbridled anger in my voice and I know Cain hears it too. His mesmerizingly beautiful silver eyes turn away from mine and he clears his throat as he adjusts his posture. "Yes Lord Lyros." The room suddenly feels too
The sound of a wolf howling in the distance brings me out of my slumber and I try to move. I can't. Amidst my tears and hysterical screaming, I was either hit behind the head or I screamed so much that I passed out. No matter what happened, my fate is sealed. Thinking about it now, maybe it's because of the way he appeared in my head before, making me touch myself and then calling me filthy after. Or maybe it's because of how he snapped Jane's neck without the slightest bit of hesitation. I always heard rumors of how such a man existed. One of the four Lycan kings in this realm, and the only man with the power to make any Alpha cower in fear before him, even those who were twice his size thought more than twice before they stood up to him, and no one ever did. I always imagined that kind of man to be the type that was all muscles and bulging veins. With the biggest bush of a beard ever grown and either some chainmail or a hacksaw in his hands. I never really thought that he wou
I always leave my brides to settle in for a day or two before I kill them. It makes them run mad with desperation. In those two days, they will do absolutely anything to escape the fate that awaits them and I find it amusing to watch as they place their chips on the bargaining table. Some offer family wealth. Others offer secrets. Most offer their bodies and sometimes I let the guards have their way with them. Werewolf packs will give you the illusion that they are nothing but a group of wolves, coming together for joint safety, protection and a common interest. The Alpha heads the pack, and he is always graceful, benevolent, and even if he's sometimes trashy at first, he'll naturally bloom into a strong man of honorable actions. It would have been nice if that was the truth, but it's all a lie. Some of those Alphas are born trash and they die as the trash they are. Werewolves have secrets they hide too, but I don't need this one to hand over any of her secrets. I want to kill