LOGINBefore I could utter a single word, the stranger turned and gave a sharp nod.
“Take her.” Rough hands dragged me forward. I twisted and struggled, but it was useless against their iron grips. “No—please! Let me go!” I was completely ignored and dragged through the dark woods back toward my pack. I had run away from Kael only to fall into worse danger. The army did not stop at the border. They attacked at once. Howls filled the night as wolves from my pack tried to fight back. I watched everything from my knees, hands tied with silver chains that burned my skin. I saw Kael shift into his big wolf form and charge at the invaders. Jace fought beside him. But the tall man with dark eyes, Alpha Lucian, met Kael head on. Their fight was short and brutal. Lucian was stronger and faster. He brought Kael down quickly. Blood covering the ground. I felt sick. People I knew were killed or captured. Lucian stood in the middle of the chaos and gave orders without emotion. “Burn the rest. Take the weak ones as slaves. Kill the strong.” By morning, my old life was gone. Soldiers tied me with the other captives and put us in a wagon. From a corner of my eye, I spotted Zara in one of the wagons and scoffed secretly wishing she had been killed instead. The journey to Lucian’s pack took two long days. I sat in silence, thinking about the slap from Kael, the necklace he gave to Zara, and the way my ex best friend had laughed. The mate bond still pulled at me weakly, but now it mixed with fresh pain from the attack. We got to the park and the slaves were taken in a different direction from where I was taken. I sat there in horror and confusion until we reached a big stone fortress, guards took the me inside. They pushed me into a small, dark room with no windows. The door locked behind me. I sat on the cold floor and cried quietly. My wolf whimpered inside me, confused and hurt. I had lost my pack, my home, and now my freedom. For days, I stayed locked up. They gave me small bits of bread and water. My only source of recreation was guards talking outside. From them, I got to know that their Alpha was called Lucian the Ruthless King. He had conquered many packs before. He showed no mercy, killed alphas and took their lands. I wondered why he kept me alive. On the third night, two guards opened the door. They blindfolded me and led me through long halls. When they removed the blindfold, I stood in a large chamber with a heavy bed and a fire burning in the corner. Lucian waited there. He looked tall and powerful. Scars marked his chest and arms. He looked at me with cold eyes. “You will not die tonight,” he said. “But you have a choice to make.” My mouth felt dry but I waited for him to continue. “You will come to this room every night for thirty days,” Lucian told me. “You will pleasure me fully each time. If I am satisfied every night, you live. If I am not happy on any night, you die. If you make it through all thirty days, I will set you free.” I stared at him. Shock hit me hard. Thirty nights with this heartless king. I thought about refusing, I was still a virgin so how was I to fully please him? I kept quiet knowing he would kill me right away if I refused. The guards left and locked the door. I was alone with him. “Take off your clothes,” Lucian ordered. My hands shook as I obeyed. I stood naked in front of him. Lucian pulled me to the bed. There was no kindness in his touch. He didn’t wait. The second our bodies landed on the bed , he forced her my apart. I barely gasped “I’ve never—” before he thrust in hard. A sharp cry of pain tore from my throat as he stretched my inside for the first time. Then the pain melted into sudden, overwhelming pleasure, pulling a helpless moan from my lips. “Fuck… so tight,” he growled, already driving into her with rough, demanding strokes. I expected to feel only hate. I waited for disgust to fill me. This man had destroyed my pack. He had taken everything. But as he moved inside me, something unexpected happened. Heat spread through my body. My wolf, starved for touch because of Kael’s rejection, woke up with strong need. Pleasure built fast. I bit my lip to stay quiet, but a soft moan escaped anyway. I hated myself for it. How could my body enjoy this? He gripped my hips harder and went deeper. My back arched. The feeling grew stronger. For the first time in my life, I felt wanted. The pleasure shocked me. I did not fight it. My body moved with his even when my mind screamed that it was wrong. After his release, Lucian pulled away. He looked at me with a small, satisfied smile. “Your body knows what it wants,” he said. “Even if you hate me.” I turned my face to the wall. Tears ran down my cheeks. I felt shame burn inside me. The man who had just conquered my pack had given me more pleasure in one night than Kael had in two years. It made me feel weak and broken. The guards came and took me back to the small room. I lay on the floor and cried until I had no tears left. My wolf still hummed with satisfaction. I wanted to hate the feeling, but part of me craved it again. That truth scared me more than Lucian’s threat of death. The next day, two guards came and led me through a quieter wing of the stone fortress. A tall woman in fine dark robes waited inside a modest chamber furnished with a narrow bed, a small window, and a wooden chest. “I am Elara,” she said, her voice calm and steady. “Claus’s younger sister. He asked me to speak with you now that your first night is done.” I stood stiffly, my body still aching from the night before. I nodded but said nothing. Elara gestured for me to sit on the edge of the bed. “You’ve survived last night. That’s more than some. My brother… he is not the same man he once was.” My throat tightened. “What happened to him?” Elara sighed, folding her hands in her lap. “He lost his mate three years ago. She was killed during a raid, betrayed by those he trusted. When she died, something in Claus shattered. And he became cold, ruthless king you know now. He tests every woman who catches his interest with these thirty-day contracts and he demands obedience and submission.” I swallowed hard, memories of his rough touches echoing in my mind. Elara studied me for a moment. “Be strong and do as you’re told. Keep pleasing him, and he will release you when the thirty days are over.” She paused, then added quietly, “You are not the first she-wolf he has made this contract with.” A sharp pang of hurt pierced my chest, and I immediately recognized that feeling. It was how I felt every time Kael brought a she wolf into our home. The words struck like a slap. I had endured the shame, the unwanted pleasure that betrayed my body last night, the guilt that clawed at me when I had gasped beneath him only to learn I was merely another in a long line of women he had tested and used. My wolf stirred uneasily inside me, a low whine rising, tangled with fresh ache and confusion. Why?I forced my legs to move again. By the time I reached the outer gate, I was breathing hard, my lungs burning from the hurried journey back. The guards turned the moment they saw me and stared in disbelief, their eyes widening with shock and relief. Then one shouted, “She’s back!” The cry spread through the village like wildfire. “Lady Cressida has returned!” Soon I was surrounded by relieved faces, some reaching out as if to confirm I was truly there. I hadn’t expected anyone to notice my absence, yet their concern touched something deep inside me. A young guard hurried forward, his face pale with exhaustion. “My lady, thank the Moon Goddess.” He glanced nervously toward the fortress. “You have to go right now. They’re about to execute the gate guards from the night you disappeared.” The words stole my breath. “What?” My blood turned cold as he explained in a shaking voice that Elara had ordered their deaths for failing to keep me safe during wartime. They were already
For a long moment, I simply stood there, staring at the empty chair. My eyes searched every corner of the little hut. The wooden beams overhead felt heavier in the silence. Dust floated lazily in the slanted rays of morning light that pierced the small windows. The kettle continued to simmer over the low fire. Soft bubbles rose steadily, releasing soothing waves of mint and lavender that wrapped around the room like a gentle embrace. Everything was exactly the same as before I turned around. Everything except her. “Hello?” I called cautiously. My voice sounded small and uncertain against the quiet. No answer came back. I stepped farther inside, my boots scraping softly on the worn floorboards. The sound felt too loud in the stillness. I expected her to step out from behind a curtain or from another room, but there wasn’t another room. A strange feeling settled over me. It crept along my spine like cold mist. Maybe she hadn’t disappeared at all. Maybe she had simply de
The fire continued to crackle softly between us, but I barely heard it anymore.Eight days.The words echoed inside my mind until they lost all meaning. I stared into the flames, hoping they would somehow arrange themselves into a different answer. Eight days wasn’t enough time to end a war. It wasn’t enough time to find a king during a war. It wasn’t enough time to save the man I loved from a curse that had haunted his bloodline for generations.Across from me, the old woman quietly picked up my empty cup and poured more tea as though nothing extraordinary had happened. Her movements were slow and steady, completely untouched by the storm raging inside me.The sweet scent of herbs drifted through the little hut.I couldn’t understand how everything around us could remain so peaceful when my entire world had just fallen apart.My hands wrapped around the warm cup without thinking. They were trembling so badly that the tea rippled against the sides.“I have to go.”The words escaped b
I didn’t realize tears had begun slipping down my face until one landed on the back of my hand. I quickly wiped them away, but another followed. “So…” I whispered, struggling to steady my voice. “It wasn’t the contract.” The old woman slowly shook her head. “No.” “It wasn’t the thirty days.” “No.” “It wasn’t fate choosing me over everyone else.” A small smile tugged at the corners of her mouth. “No, child.” She leaned back in her chair. “You were different because somewhere along the way… he forgot you were supposed to leave.” The words settled deep inside me. I thought back to my first days at Blackstone. Lucian had barely looked at me. Every conversation had been short. Every kindness reluctant. He had treated me like another responsibility, another obligation he wished he didn’t have. Then things had begun to change. Not all at once. Little by little. I remembered the first time I had made him laugh. It had been so unexpected that even he had looked surprised
The world lurched violently beneath my feet. The battlefield disappeared as though someone had blown away thick smoke. The screams faded into nothing. Even the cold wind that had carried the cries of dying warriors melted away into unexpected warmth. I blinked slowly. The little hut came back into focus around me once more. The crackling fireplace cast flickering shadows. For several long seconds I couldn’t move at all. My chest rose and fell in uneven breaths as I stared at the dancing flames. My hands were trembling so badly that I curled them into tight fists to stop the shaking. I could still see him clearly in my mind. The First Alpha King. His knees pressed against the cold stone floor. His face was wet with tears as he begged desperately for the impossible. I had never imagined someone so powerful could look so utterly broken and vulnerable. The old woman hadn’t moved an inch. She sat quietly across from me as though she had all the time in the world.
The battlefield faded before my eyes. The cries of warriors became little more than whispers carried away by the wind. Even the smell of blood slowly disappeared until only silence remained between us. I looked at the old woman beside me, my heart still aching from the sight of the Alpha King holding his dead mate. The image of his broken form lingered in my mind like a scar that refused to heal. “What choice?” I asked quietly. The seer didn’t answer immediately. Her blind eyes seemed to pierce through layers of time itself. Instead, the world around us shifted once more. Colors swirled and blended in a dizzying dance. The valley dissolved like smoke, replaced by endless roads, changing seasons, and distant mountains. It felt as though years were passing in the blink of an eye. “The war ended,” she said at last, her voice echoing with ancient sorrow. “Blackstone mourned its queen. The entire kingdom wore black for months, their banners lowered in collective grief.” “
Lucian’ POV The door slammed behind Cressida with a finality that echoed through my chambers longer than it should have. How dare she? The words still burned on my tongue. She had slept in my bed, curled against me like she belonged there, and the very next morning she asked for a favor as if
The days began to blur inside the stone fortress. After the first brutal night, the routine shifted in small, almost imperceptible ways. The guards no longer dragged me through the halls like a prisoner. Instead, they escorted me with detached politeness. My meals improved. I started eating more
Cressida’s POV I stood frozen outside the door, the thin crack revealing a scene that shattered my world. Alpha Kael’s deep, guttural moans filled the room as he thrust into her with raw, punishing force. My best friend Zara clawed at his back, her legs wrapped tightly around his waist. “Yes!
~Cressida The night before had been full of passion and desire, the kind that left me breathless and aching in the best ways. I was starting to get used to it. To like it. Lucian inside me, the low growl in his throat when he pulled me closer—those memories lingered like a secret warmth as I st







