King Alizadeh proves to be useful over the next few days. To begin with, he’s one person Lyros doesn’t look like he can hurt. It strikes me as odd, the fact that these people are actual kings and it seems to have eluded me at some point, but I remember it fully now. They rule kingdoms and have subjects loyal to them. I don’t know how strong the loyalty in Lyros’s kingdom runs, but I believe it’s just enough that he doesn’t flip out when I keep on spending time with Alizadeh. The other king doesn’t seem to mind either. If anything I feel he’s going along with it, as some form of revenge against Lyros. The reason for that should be Cain, and I believe it is, yet I feel there’s an angle to all this I'm not seeing. Cain doesn’t come to train me for the next four days and when I ask Lyros about it, he tells me to my face it’s because of me. According to him, Cain is being punished for seeing me. Cain should have chased me away. He should have plucked his eyeballs out if it meant h

I hiss at the red burn I now have on my hand and direct a silent glare at my instructor.Alizadeh looks perfectly at peace with himself. Despite the fact that he may or may not have just used the sun to burn me.His voice is calm when he speaks.“Imagine your mind as an infinite space.” With gritted teeth and a still slightly angry-pissed heart, I do as he says but instead of closing my eyes, I keep them open.My parents were disappointed when they found out I was of the omega rank, and even then I wasn't a pure omega. I haven’t gone into heat once in my life, I don't have a wolf because having one who never shows up doesn’t count. I have no speed or supernatural strength.I have nothing that is an asset to parents who wanted a fierce daughter to carry out their plans of domination by marrying into a stronger pack and killing off her husband so her father could swoop in and take over.The only way my father would think I could accomplish that was by selling my body out to those men,

My heart twists when I hear Lyros’s words. It’s not exactly the words he uses but it’s more the tone. Lord Lyros sounds a touch broken, no, he could never be broken. He’s just masking his annoyance with this act. Considering the fact that he has me backed up against a wall, my neck in his hand, and my heart pounding an erratic beat in my chest, he doesn’t seem broken. He’s annoyed, and as I realize that, pleasure flows through me. My mental wall is still up. It’s been barely two days since Alizadeh taught me how to create one yet I've done much with it. I took the initiative to create the strongest wall I could, but instead of just guarding my thoughts, this wall has one other purpose. I meet Lyros’s eyes and my gaze is defiant as I look at him. “I don’t know what you’re talking about Lord Lyros.” Lyros’s grip around my neck tightens just a bare inch, but it’s enough for me to feel the lack of oxygen gradually ensuing. Lyros stares at me and his face contorts between two emot

The doors to the dungeons open up with a creak and my body tenses.I feel feverish.I have ever since the day Adelaide came and hallucinations are just one part of it. My head hurts, my heart spins, my stomach roils and I have retched so much that it stinks now that it’s dried.Rafie’s dungeons have panels of silver lined into them, pure unrefined silver alchemized to hold just a touch of wolfbane.Wolfbane is a lethal poison to most werewolves, and silver doesn’t help either. Together, they can keep a full Lycan at the brink of a near-death sickness.Their body will react so violently to the effects of the combined elements and it leads to blood convulsions when exposed to weak wolves.The strongest Lycan might encounter madness when exposed.The protective platings must have been pulled off on just a small section after Adelaide visited.Adelaide is a constant thought in my mind and I think she’s one of the reasons I haven't gone mad yet.I always imagine that she’s with me, free a

Safira all but flies into Cain’s arms when we descend the stairs and enter the living room of the manor.I think I hear her sob a bit, but Cain hugs her back and whatever sound she’s about to make dies as she buries her face into his chest.Priam clears his throat as he lounges in the seat he’s in and Safira separates from Cain to shoot him a glare.I realize that I still haven’t spoken to her.The last time we met, we didn’t part ways too pleasantly. Of course, I did get royally messed up by Lyros afterward.“Oh.”Safira’s jasmine floral scent wafts into my nose and her body radiates a beautiful kind of warmth. She hugs me, and my surprise abates fast enough that I hug her back before we separate.We don’t say anything to each other, but this hug feels like we have reached a mutual understanding and I find myself feeling grateful for that.She pulls back from our hug and I feel a twinge of regret. I almost forgot how good a hug feels.Alizadeh walks into the room and I look at Cain i