MasukI was born to shine. But the fate had others plans for me. The moment my feet left the edge, the world fell silent. There was only wind. And peace. For one fragile heartbeat, I was free. Like a bird. Then something slammed into me from behind. Arms. Hard. Unforgiving. The impact hurled me sideways instead of down. Wood splintered. Something inside me cracked. Darkness rushed in and I welcomed it. … “Open. Your. Eyes.” The voice was quiet, slow, deliberate. It forced its way through bone and blood. An Alpha command. Pain detonated through me as air tore back into my lungs. My body convulsed against my will. I tried to sink back into the quiet—to finish what I had started. “You were NEVER given permission to die.” Power wrapped around the words like chains. My eyes snapped open. We were beyond the pack’s borders. The air felt colder. Wilder. Untouched by law or duty. For one second, I had belonged to nothing. And he had dragged me back. He loomed above me, fury carved into every sharp angle of his face. His breathing was controlled, his posture dominant - absolute. If anyone were watching from the cliffs, they would see an Alpha asserting ownership. His jaw tightened, irritated at being forced to deal with something that should have already been resolved. I had complicated his plans. “Drink.” His wrist pressed my mouth. The metallic scent hit first. I tried to clamp my lips shut. But Alpha commands do not ask. They take. My mouth opened against my will and his blood burned down my throat, spreading heat through my chest. A cruel gift. He would not even grant me the mercy of dying on my own terms. And I understood - even my death did not belong to me.
Lihat lebih banyakThe moment my feet left the edge, the world fell silent.
There was only wind.
And peace.
For one fragile heartbeat, I was free.
Like a bird.
Then something slammed into me from behind.
Arms. Hard. Unforgiving. The impact hurled me sideways instead of down. Wood splintered. Something inside me cracked. Darkness rushed in and I welcomed it. … “Open. Your. Eyes.” The voice was quiet, slow, deliberate. It forced its way through bone and blood. An Alpha command. Pain detonated through me as air tore back into my lungs. My body convulsed against my will. I tried to sink back into the quiet—to finish what I had started. “You were NEVER given permission to die.” Power wrapped around the words like chains. My eyes snapped open. We were beyond the pack’s borders. The air felt colder. Wilder. Untouched by law or duty. For one second, I had belonged to nothing. And he had dragged me back. He loomed above me, fury carved into every sharp angle of his face. His breathing was controlled, his posture dominant - absolute. If anyone were watching from the cliffs, they would see an Alpha asserting ownership. His jaw tightened, irritated at being forced to deal with something that should have already been resolved. I had complicated his plans. “Drink.” His wrist pressed my mouth. The metallic scent hit first. I tried to clamp my lips shut. But Alpha commands do not ask. They take. My mouth opened against my will and his blood burned down my throat, spreading heat through my chest. A cruel gift. He would not even grant me the mercy of dying on my own terms. And I understood - even my death did not belong to me. --- But there had been a time when I belonged to myself. When I was strong. When the future was bright. --- “Again.” Dust rose around us in the training ring. The sun burned hot above the clearing. Darius circled me slowly. Three years older. Broad shoulders. Already fully shifted. “You’re quick,” he said with a smirk. “But you’re still smaller.” “Then don’t miss.”He lunged first.
I stepped into him instead. My forearm deflected his strike. My knee drove into his thigh. He staggered—just enough. I twisted, hooked his leg, and sent him crashing to the ground. Before he could recover, I pinned him hard, forearm at his throat. “Yield.” A breathless second passed. Then he tapped the dirt twice. The ring exploded with cheers. Darius laughed as I released him and pulled him back to his feet.“You fight like an Alpha.” he said
“No,” my father’s voice cut through the noise. He stepped forward, pride undisguised. “She fights like mine.” Applause thundered again. Dust clung to my skin. Blood marked my lip. But I had never felt more certain of who I was. --- Later that same week, four of us stood around a strategy table—future leaders of the strongest neighboring packs. Maps. Markers. Borders. Two alliances broken. One supply chain severed. Only one king still standing. Mine. The visiting Alphas exchanged measured looks before nodding once. Respect. My father’s hand rested briefly on my shoulder. “Well played.” That alone was enough. --- That night, the pack celebrated me. Torches flared high with a great bonfire at the center. Drums echoed through the clearing.Genuine smiles and applauses welcomed me when I appeared.
Warriors clasped my shoulders with rough affection. Elders blessed me with warm smiles. Children tugged at my sleeves, demanding to know what kind of trick I pulled to win against those big boys.
And I?
I laughed a lot. I danced to my heart. I let myself sink in the love of my pack and my family.
My once braided red hair was now freely let down to my waist. Flowers were still tucked randomly in there. Red fires from the torches were dancing in my green eyes. Ashes marked my cheeks as a symbol of the blessings I had recieved that night.
I stood at the center of my pack — exactly where I belonged. --- When the noise softened, my parents called me inside. My mother held a small parchment. On it, two intertwined crowns wrapped in climbing vines. “A gift” she said in a soft voice. “It represents the balance between power and wisdom. Between strength and restraint.” “And sacrifice,” my father added.The vines were elegant. The thorns subtle.
“I love it,” I said.
My mother’s smile was warm. She stepped closer, her fingers brushing lightly over my chest.
“Above your heart?” She murmured. “Where true power belongs?”
I did not hesitate.
“Perfect.”
For a fleeting second, something flickered in her eyes.
“My little girl,” she whispered, pulling me into her arms. “You are growing so fast.”
My father joined us, wrapping both of us in his embrace.
And my brother? He took just a second before forcing himself in. Laugh erupted again.
Love had always been the foundation of our family.
“You will shine,” my mother whispered.I believed her.
And in that perfect moment, I believed it would always be enough.
🍃 Arria POV I woke slowly. Hazily. Drifting out of a beautiful dream about blue flowers and a man of steel protecting them with his life. Not just any man—my mate. A soft smile spread over my face. Fenrir had that terrifying ability to make me fall for him a little more every single day. I snuggled closer and brushed my nose over his neck, taking in his scent. It was addictive. And I was sleepy. So when my fingers started drawing lazy patterns over his back, moving lower and lower, it had nothing to do with a conscious decision. It was just the need to feel him. Unhurriedly, I reached the hem of his shirt and pulled it up. At first, it was barely a touch. A whisper of my fingertips over him. But his skin was warm and taut over muscle, and he did not stir, so my palm flattened on his back. Mine. The thought settled deep inside me, and I resumed my absentminded exploration of the hard lines beneath his skin. A work of art. That was what he was. I had seen h
🍃 Arria POV “Then I will have to keep proving myself worthy of such sacrifice,” he said, warmth hidden under his usual calm. “Let’s go to the meadow for a late lunch, and we will do the work later.” “Are you sure we have time for this?” He just gave me his usual I-know-what-I-am-talking-about look. “Okay then.” We took one of the baskets with food I had been given and some water, and we left the house. The walk was easy. We did not talk about poisons or reconstruction. He asked about my day at school, and I told him about it and about one specific child who had proudly shown me a seedling planted upside down and insisted it was simply “thinking differently.” Fenrir’s mouth twitched a few times, but he kept silent and listened with interest. “By the end, he had almost convinced me it was possible,” I finished with a smile just before we entered the meadow. Fenrir walked straight toward the far end, where we usually settled in—under the patterned shade of one particular sycam
🍃 Arria POV I saw the pile of folders awaiting Fenrir’s review and signature while he was carrying me upstairs. So, after taking a bath, I went downstairs to help him with the paperwork. He was hunched over the kitchen table, working. It was obvious he was uncomfortable there, but he kept doing it anyway. I did not need to ask why—he had started coming the day after I told him his office did not have enough space for both of us and that I would be working from here. It warmed my heart to know he preferred my presence over the comfort of his own working space, but it could not go on like this any longer. I stepped behind the chair he was sitting on and slipped my hands around his neck and over his chest. “We should think of another way,” I told him. “The table is not suitable for someone as big as you.” He signed the page he was reading, put everything down, and placed his warm palms over my arms. “It took you a whole week to take pity on me,” he said matter-of-factly. I sti
🌘 Fenrir POV There was a knock at the front door.Greg.“Come in,” I invited him.“Morning,” he started speaking from the door, not even waiting to reach the kitchen. “We finished for today.”It was Saturday.No meetings.No reports planned.Still, he was here.That meant news.“Morning,” I said and raised my head to meet his gaze.He held it for a few seconds, then broke the contact, lowering his head.Guilty.I had triggered him with my command yesterday.I had expected the results today.Had he overdone it?‘Did he hurt Arria?’ Alaric rumbled in my mind.“Arria’s decision to take the poison is too risky,” he started. “I know you agreed with it but I…”So, he thought I had somehow settled with her decision.I had not.But she would have taken everything I said as overprotectiveness on my side.So I had found another way.I used him.Gregory might look easy on the surface, but he was one hell of an opponent.When he believed something, he was relentless.Jokes, punches, or logic,
Chapter 6 The whip lay coiled on the stone bench beside Aron. For a moment, no one moved. The evening air felt colder than it should have been. The courtyard walls trapped the silence, pressing it down over all of us. I wanted to scream. To tell them how unfair it all was. How none of it had ev
5 days later When I arrived, the yard was empty. The laughter that usually greeted me was gone. Inside, the children were sitting in rows behind desks while an instructor stood in front of the room. “Extra lessons,” one of the caretakers explained when she noticed me standing by the door. “The
In the days that followed, changes began to appear everywhere. Patrols along the borders doubled. Training sessions started earlier and ended later. Warriors who had once joked with one another in the yard now moved with a sharper focus. At first the pack welcomed it. Strength always brings comfo
🌘 Fenrir POV“Who gave it to you?” Arria asked.“A trusted source.”






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