LOGINArley
He only sniffs my scent, but it makes me shiver. Kydra whimpers weakly inside me, too exhausted to do anything but echo the tremble running through my body. As he steps closer, his scent grows stronger, my senses sharpening at the sudden pull. His breath brushes my collarbone as the strap of my dress slips from my shoulder, his lips pressing against my skin. My body shudders. I fit too perfectly in his arms. That thought should scare me. “You smell so fucking delectable,” he growls against my ear. A distant part of me is still screaming. Run. Push him away. But my body doesn’t listen. The heat pooling in my belly keeps rising, drowning every warning until I can barely hear my own thoughts. I want this man. Gods, I want this. He presses closer, and before I can make sense of anything, his mouth claims mine. Everything blurs after that. His touch, his warmth, the way my body responds to him… it all pulls me under. I cling to him without thinking as if my body has been waiting for him, my hips lifting on their own. Like I’ve known him. Like I belong here. I gasp softly as the distance between us disappears, my body yielding in ways I don’t understand. It feels overwhelming. Too much…too good. A broken sound escapes me as I lose myself completely, my fingers tightening against him as he moves with me. “Mine,” he growls. The word sends a sharp shiver through me. His lips find my neck, and for a moment, my lungs fill with his overwhelming scent, wrapping around me until I can’t tell where I end and he begins. I want more. He groans deep in his throat, his head dropping slightly… Then I feel a sharp piercing pain, my body freezes for a split second as his fangs sink into my skin. A sudden burning sensation spreads through my body, turning into something that makes my entire body tighten around him. My back arches as everything crashes at once. A cry tears from my throat as the sensation consumes me. He follows right after, a rough groan leaving him. For a moment, there’s nothing. Except for my heartbeat, and his, that's echoing like a drum beat. And the mark on my skin, pulsing. I can already feel the mate bond beginning to hum faintly between us, even with Kydra so weak. Reality slowly creeps back in. I have just been claimed, marked by a stranger whose face I still can’t clearly see in the darkness. I raise my head to look at him, but everything is blurry... my mind isn’t completely clear, but my body remembers every second of the pleasure he gave me. Still, I can’t stay here. He’s deeply asleep. But I'd hate for him to not have a single memory of me. I stare down at the emerald ring my mother gave me when I was a child, it will only glow when it's in my hand because my essence was channeled into it. I took it off, sliding it slowly to his middle finger. “I’ll come back for you, Mate.” I whisper into his ear before dragging myself off his arm, picking up my dress with shaky hands, staggering away from him. I have to return to the maid’s quarters and retrieve my mother’s belongings—the only pieces of her I have left. Then I’ll come back for him. We can leave together. I won’t stay in this pack anymore.I can still feel the faint effect of the heat inducer as my body sways from side to side. But I can't pay attention to it. Just a little more and I will reach the gates to the maid’s quarters. I just need to grab a few clothes and Mother’s things, then I can run. My toes press hard against the floor as I step into the hallway. It’s still very early in the morning, and only one person guards this corner of the pack. A shadow appears at the end of the hall. From the shape of the attire... It's a pack guard. “Oh please…” I beg desperately. He turns away just then, and the air rushes out of my lungs. As soon as I push the door open, I found Risa in my room, my mother's box already opened, the Journal she had left for me in Risa's hand. "Risa?" I choke out, my body freezing. "Oh dear, look at you, I thought you ran away from your responsibility." She slurs. “What are you doing here? You should be far away by now.” I don't bother to respond to her, taking a long heavy stride I reach for the journal, but she hides it behind her. My brows furrow. She knows how important that journal is to me, it has everything my mother carefully crafted. “Risa, I don't have the time for this nonsense. Give it back!” She grins, although a little surprised at my tone. Flipping the pages, she says “Wow, if I tell father I wanted this, would he give it to me?” I shudder slightly before masking it. I can't let that happen, I can't lose that too. I push her hard, her body collides with the wooden table at the corner. Quickly I grab the Journal and stuff it into the bag I prepared the day before, every other thing is still inside. Before I make it to the door, she pulls me back, “You want to run away? I don't think so, Arley, it will be a bad idea.” I turn my head, giving her a stabbing glare. “Well, I'm a good daughter of the pack so I won't allow that." I can easily push her out of my way and make a run for it…but before I can even settle on it, two guards walk in, dragging me to the pack centre as I scramble for freedom, but it was useless. I curse under my breath. They slam me to the ground. My eyes catch a familiar figure... raising my head to see my father towering over me, a death glare clearly painting his face. Beta Vinton stands beside him, brows pulled together. Dear goddess, it's over for me…still I won't let them have what they want. "Where did you run to?" He rumbles, the alpha tone shaking the ground I am kneeling on. "There was no way you expected me to sleep with such an old man, father… tell me you didn't mean it.” My voice hard even though I'm trying not to show how much my bones are shaking. My father's brows twitch for a moment, I was going to be punished regardless, so acting weak and pleading for mercy is useless. “On top of that…” I continued, “I was given a heat inducer, how fair is that—” "You're supposed to be his wife. I'll give you one more chance. Be a good girl and leave with the Beta..." He cuts me off. Just then, Risa takes sharp hurried steps towards us, grabbing the neck of my dress and pulling it down my arm, the force tearing the fabric. "Wait, Father." She gasps, pointing straight at my neck. "She's been marked. It's a fresh bite." The crowd erupts in murmurs. My father's eyes widen as he takes a step closer to look at it. He turns sharply to Beta Vinton, who in turn mirrors the expression on my father's face. As if to understand my father asking if it was his doing, he shakes his head frantically. “She must have been marked by the rogue I saw her run off with” My father's head snaps back to me, his black eyes blazing red as anger drags his wrinkles. "You let a rogue mark you?" Chills run straight down my spine.JanusFuck! The mating ceremony is tonight and I'm losing my mind at the moment...It feels like the more the time draws near the tighter my chest feels, and hell I can tell it's coming from my mate bond. Laycon has been strongly against being bound to another woman, suddenly receding to the dark part of me. He won't even look at the mental thread between us. He just curled into a ball of black fur and went completely silent, leaving me completely alone in my own skull.Ugh! The migraines are coming back... I should take a walk.The air inside the pack house is suffocating, thick with the scent of lilies and the expensive oils the servants are using to wax the floors for tonight’s guests. Every step I take down the corridor makes the pounding behind my eyes build. I push open the heavy wooden door leading out to the rear courtyard and force my feet down the stone steps.As I walk through the pack house paths and step onto the grass behind my quarters, I catch a familiar scent... my mi
ArleyI’ve been assigned to prepare Janus' mating robe ahead of the day. It's made of deep black wool, trimmed with silver thread along the cuffs and collar.The grand mating ceremony is only days away.My fingers shake so violently I can barely hold the heavy iron, smoothing out the deep creases.Every slide of the iron makes my chest ache with a hollow pain.This robe represents the life that was stolen from me.Janus was supposed to be my fiancé.He was promised to me before my world shattered, and now, I am forced to stand in this damp laundry room as a nameless servant, preparing him to bind his life to my cruel sister, Risa.The worst part—the part that makes me want to scream until my lungs bleed is that I have actually fallen in love with him.I love the man who stood on that platform yesterday and risked everything to save my life, the man who has slowly found his way into my space.And my reward is to iron the clothes he will wear to marry someone else.The bitterness of it
JanusThe heavy glass whiskey tumbler hits the dark wood of my desk with a loud thud.The amber liquid sloshes over the rim, staining the white papers spread across the blotter.I don't bother wiping it up.My head throbs with a steady, dull pulse right behind my temples, still feeling the lingering pain from the shaman stone."You are playing a dangerous game, Janus."The voice is smooth, quiet, and completely devoid of fear.I don't need to look up to know who it is.My mother stands by the tall arched window of my study.Her hands are elegantly crossed over her silver silk gown, her posture as straight and rigid as the stone pillars holding up the estate.She watches the distant torches of the festival guards moving along the tree line."I am securing my pack, Mother," I say, leaning back into my leather chair.My muscles ache, but I keep my face completely blank."By humiliating the daughter of our strongest ally in front of the entire territory, the supposed Luna of the pack?"Sh
ArleyMy wrists burn where the silver cuffs scraped my skin raw.The two heavy-set guards finally let go of my arms, stepping back into the shadows of the stone platform.The pack house is a blur of whispering faces and rustling dresses, but my eyes are locked on Janus.He walks straight down the steps toward me.He wears a fresh, clean black shirt, the fabric loose against his shoulders, but his skin is still pale and strained from the lingering shock of the curse. Even with his energy drained, his steps are steady and heavy. The power radiating off him makes the air feel thick.He stops right in front of me, his shadow falling over my face.Before I can even bow my head or speak, his large hand wraps gently around my forearm."Come with me," Janus says. His voice rumbles straight to my chest.He doesn't wait for my response. He pulls me along, his grip firm but careful not to touch my bruised wrists.We walk past the staring warriors, past the whispering maids, and straight into the
JanusMy eyes snap open.The ceiling of my private clinic room is blurry, but the sharp, sterile scent of crushed healing herbs and rubbing alcohol hits my nose instantly. My chest feels like a massive boulder is resting right on top of it, the skin raw and burning from the silver-dust residue."He's awake!" Sager's voice cuts through the quiet room.I groan, forcing my body to sit up against the white pillows. My muscles lock, protesting the movement, but my mind is instantly racing back to the preparation tent. The green paste. The agonizing burn. The dark blood spilling onto Kydra's white apron."Don't push yourself, Alpha," Vantas says, stepping up to the side of my bed. His face is pale, his exhaustion showing in the deep lines around his eyes. "The healers managed to neutralize the curse just in time. You've been out for hours.""Where is she?" I rasp out, my throat feeling like sandpaper.Vantas exchanges a heavy
ArleyThe golden bar and the three-day travel pass feel incredibly heavy inside the deep pocket of my apron as I hurry away from the loud, cheering festival yard. I don't care about the praise from the elders or the murderous glares Marna is throwing my way. All I care about is the fact that I finally have my ticket out of Beyhos.But my duties aren't over yet. The Trial of the First Hunt starts in less than an hour, and as Janus's personal maid, I have to prepare his ceremonial Moon-Balm before the horn blows.I step into the Alpha’s private preparation tent at the edge of the woods, the thick fabric cutting off the roaring noise of the crowd. The air inside smells of leather and polished steel. On the wooden vanity sits the sacred silver bowl.I immediately get to work, grinding the standard pine needles and winter-mint into a thick, cooling green paste. I follow his strict instructions perfectly. The balm is an ancient tradition, a medicine meant to keep the Alpha sane and in compl
Janus"Alpha, three Elders are waiting in the council hall, two commanders nearly started an argument over border allocation this morning, and Elder Branson asked me to remind you that the council has been waiting for quite some time already."Heh! The nerve of that old man.I continue walking with
JanusSager glances at me, his brows lifting at the edge. “You’re becoming strange lately.”I stiffen immediately.Sager continues anyway. “First the unnecessary work upstairs, now saving a random guard because your maid looked ready to cry.” His voice lowers slightly after that. “Should I start wo
ArleyThat familiar strange tension grips my body, after everything that happened last night and this morning, his gaze still feels far too intense whenever it lands on me.I quickly lower my eyes respectfully and bow my head slightly. “Alpha.”I excuse myself quickly before the tension gets worse
JanusDamn! What is this sudden satisfying feeling watching Kydra pout?My eyes remain on the document in my hand but honestly, I have not read a single line for the past few minutes.Instead, I keep watching Kydra from the corner of my eyes as she aggressively rearranges files that were already ar







