The press conference was a disaster; when I failed to answer their last question, chaos ensued, as more questions I could not answer about the old queen and my mother were thrown my way. I froze because the alternative would be leaving the building, my fight or flight responses never favour fighting, or perhaps it is that I do not value the people enough to feel the need to come up with excuses. The goddess should have chosen a kinder soul to bless with such abilities. All in all, the Lycan King had to step in with the announcement of me being a potential Luna to the twenty-something Alphas in the territory following his command, so in a sense, he told them that I would be bound here. When more questions arose, he gave generic, non-committal answers; he controls the Ketrian media to some extent anyway, so damage would be minimised. Still, the king felt different today; he treated me like his subordinate rather than mate or hated stepsister. However, following the scandal, I may hav

The Lycan's Hotel room was fancier than mine, go figure, but I hardly had enough time to gawk at it or even sip the fancy complimentary champagne."Strip."I want to protest at the unfairness of his opening words, but I do as he says, only slowly.I tug each strap with a teasing slowness from each shoulder before reaching for the zipper on my side; he does not protest, merely watches me.His silver eyes darken sinisterly as the dress pools to my feet, leaving me only in jewellery, heels and panties, everything he bought for me."Alba.""Yes,"I answer breathily as his hand strokes the gem on my chest.The whole room holds his scent, yet there is clarity in my haze, unlike the first time his mere presence induced it— as if it is slowly stabilising.I don’t want its stabilisation because what excuse will I use to feel this way in his presence? To give into my desire for him?There is a chill in the room from the air conditioning, or perhaps it is his gaze that erupts goosebumps from my

Hello, a quick reminder of the disclaimer this chapter contains sensitive themes like dubious consent towards the end; the sections beginning and the end is marked by '++' ** Red. The letter peeking from one of the men’s jackets was red, the queen’s colour. I squeezed deeper into the cave’s darkness, hoping the three wolves would not see me. This is the third time the queen has sent assassins after mother and the third time I have managed to diverge their attention. Yet how much longer must I live this way? If not for the wolfsbane I consume regularly, I would have been dead due to the amount the queen sneaks into mother’s meals that I consume under the guise of teenage hunger. In her blissful ignorance, I clean her messes at the risk of my life. A thirteen-year-old’s life in the palace is supposed to be met with trials of forming friendships and dreams of a perfect debut, yet- A twig snaps, jolting my heart. Nothing came, no matter how long I waited, so my heart resumed it

"Your eyes look red."Sharon, the physician, utters as she finishes the day’s final test."They are fine."I answer curtly; our relationship has grown awkward since my last visit to her."Okay."She answers as she places her devices aside and fills in some information on her clipboard; after a while, she exhales heavily.I guess I am not the only one who finds our exchanges tedious."Your heat is stabilising smoothly: I’d say keep up what you are doing, but...I am uncertain if your means of recovery are ones to be proud of.""The Lycan King is my mate. Sex with him has helped."The items she holds in her hand tumble to the ground as shock laces her face; for a moment, she uses the table beside her to support herself."Why? Why would you share such information with me?"I like her pretences, how she used the unspoken to look down on me, but now that I bring the information to light, she wishes to hold no further accountability.Yet if you wished to be vindicated, Sharon, you never shou

Marko NThe black hair band on his wrist was worn out, generic and held strays of inky black hair that made it smell like wild berries and cream.He couldn’t get his eyes off it; all that roamed his mind was how without it, the mass of hair cascading down her face changed her features and emphasised the lust in her golden gaze.Suddenly, he could taste her on his tongue, feel her hands in his hair, and hear her breathy moans in his ear. She was intoxicating in that way, with the wholly lethal ability to consume him.Is this how typical bonds are supposed to feel?“Your majesty.”The call sounded, and the elders looked expectantly at him.What the hell was going on with him?Even now, he should feel concerned about his inability to concentrate, yet if anything, he felt irritated about the damned meeting.He did not want to be here; he wanted to be where she was so that he wouldn’t have to rely on the damned band for her scent.He did not wish to dream of her either; he wanted to see he