Mag-log inArley
A place I should have arrived as a bride, I’m arriving as a maid instead. But this is a risky move. There’s a high chance I might run into Risa here. Still, I don’t have a choice. When I ran from my father, I ended up in the rogue camp Jay had told me about. Apparently, he grew up among them. His sister, Jane, who he asked me to find, looked exactly like the female version of him, and for the past hellish months, we could barely feed. Then rumors spread that maids were needed in Beyhos Pack. It was a great opportunity, yet nobody was willing to go. The rumor said the pack had become a death hole for maids who served Alpha Janus directly, that he had suddenly gone mad. Looks like I dodged a bullet. Congratulations to Risa for marrying a lunatic. Still, staying in the rogue camp was a death pit on its own, constantly being attacked by slave traders. I decided to go, and Jane followed. She made a disguise for me. Even though she is just fifteen, she’s a powerful witch. My eye color changed from its natural sea green to black, my golden brown hair shifting into dark blonde, with bangs falling over my face. I turn to the metal tray in my hand, my reflection staring back at me. I look completely different. He would never recognize me. I don’t even think he knows it wasn’t supposed to be Risa, but me. He probably has no idea I even exist. And even if I tried to tell him I’m his true fiancée, it wouldn’t change anything. I’ve already been marked. If I speak, I might only bring about my own death sooner. Anyway, the requirement for being here is simple, not to be mated and not to be pregnant. As a maid in the pack house, you swear loyalty till death. You must have nothing to your name, no family and no bond. Therefore, breaking those laws meant getting thrown into the dark dungeon to die as a traitor. Simple… but impossible for me. I'm mated and marked. The memory of my mate that night comes to mind. Where can I find him? I lost my chance, I know, but if the Moon Goddess can grant us another opportunity to meet again. Before that, I will work here peacefully, save enough money to register to be part of another pack, where I can develop my mother's cooking and healing skills and be able to know herbs and spices just like my mother before she became Luna. My mother had written the journal with all her knowledge, the diagrams, as well as how to prepare them. The journal carefully explains how different foods and herbs can heal a wolf. She had prepared it for my 18th birthday, but she wasn't there to give it to me. I'm happy Father fulfilled Mother's last wish and gave me the journal. It's the most valuable thing to me. That's why I couldn't just leave it behind and run away. I let out a long breath steadying the tray in my hand, I settle the plate and medication properly before walking down the hall toward the Alpha’s room. The lights in this part of the pack are dull, almost suffocating, as if whoever lives here prefers to stay hidden from the world but has no choice but to remain in it. “Knock three times to indicate you're a maid.” I repeat Beta Sager’s words under my breath as he sent me off to what now… my grave? I sigh, bracing myself. “We shouldn’t be shot, Arley. Just be careful.” I tap on the door three times and wait, but there is no response. I tap again, still nothing. Slowly, I twist the handle and push the door open. I heard that because of his recent condition, he barely slept and ate anything. The drugs are to help him eat and cure his insomnia. I search around for him, the room is dark, far too dark to make out anything clearly. If I were completely wolfless, I wouldn’t be able to see at all. Even though Kydra has been dormant since we separated from our mate without accepting the bond, I was still marked. It was incomplete, but enough for me to see through the darkness. Before I can take another step, something flies straight toward me. I duck immediately, and it crashes into the door behind me, shattering on impact. My breath catches, my heart slamming hard against my chest. Thanks to my stepmother always throwing things at me, my body reacts before my mind can process anything, but that doesn’t stop the slight tremble in my hands as I lift my head to look at the figure sitting in the dark. The room smells strongly of smoke mixed with alcohol. The scent makes my stomach tighten, something about it suddenly makes me sick. But I can’t turn back now. I take a slow breath in and let it out carefully, trying to steady myself as I step further inside. From the hallway behind me, I hear hurried footsteps, but they suddenly stop, as if whoever it is decided not to come in. “Apologies for entering without your permission, Alpha,” I say, my voice trembling slightly despite my effort to stay calm. “I’m the new maid, Arley. Here is your meal and medication. Beta Sager asked if you could meet him at the table.” Before I can even finish speaking, something else comes flying at me. I shift to the side quickly, dodging it again. It seems my ex-fiancé has quite the temper. My fingers tighten around the tray, irritation rising despite the fear sitting in my chest. “Forgive my foolishness, Alpha,” I say, my voice coming out firmer than I expected. “I was told to make sure you take your medication, and you have an important guest to meet.” The room falls into a strange silence after that makes my skin prickle. For a moment, I wonder if I have gone too far, if I just signed my death sentence by talking back to him. Still, I stand my ground. “Pardon me, I may need to turn on the light,” I add, my voice quieter now. “I can’t see properly.” There’s a brief pause as I find the switch before a click follows, and the lights come on. He winces slightly at the sudden brightness, and for a moment, I forget how to breathe. He’s sitting there like he owns everything, like the entire room bends around him without question. A loose sweatpant hangs low on his waist, his chest bare, a glass of alcohol resting lazily in one hand while a cigarette burns between his fingers. The ashtray beside him is filled, like he hasn’t stopped smoking for hours. His hair is dark and slightly messy, clearly… he’s been dragging his hands through it, a few strands falling over his forehead. His dark eyes are sharp and cold, it's hard to hold his gaze for too long. His jaw is defined, his face cut with hard lines that don’t soften even when he leans back. He’s… freaking handsome. But there’s nothing soft about him, yet he feels strangely familiar. “You have a death wish?” he rumbles, his voice rough at the end. My body betrays me with a slight tremble, but I step forward anyway, holding out the pills. “I’m sorry, but you need to take this.” His eyes flick down to my hand, then back to my face, I bite down hard to pause the uneasiness in my jaw. “Drop it and leave.” “Forgive me, but I can't.” I reply, shaking my head slightly. “I was told to make sure you take it.” For a moment, he just stares at me, his brows pulling together slightly as if trying to figure something out. I push my hand forward a little more. “Here please.” After a brief pause, he finally reaches out and takes the pills from me, his fingers brushing close enough to make my skin tingle before I pull back. “There,” he mutters. “Now leave. You insolent maid.” I stand there looking at him, he raises his head again, “I said, you can leave.” “You're yet to throw it in your mouth, how sure am I that you won't just throw it away the moment I leave?” Ah, Arley… your mouth. I know it, I've crossed the line and gone too far. Then suddenly, Janus takes one long stride towards me, his hand shooting out to grab my arm and drag me closer, the tray shaking in my grip as my breath hitches. “You… How dare—” He doesn't finish the words. His hold is tight at first, almost bruising, but then it falters slightly, his brows pulling together like something just caught him off guard. For a second he just stares at me, confusion flickering across his face before he leans down, his nose brushing lightly against my neck. “Your scent… it smells familiar.“ I flinch immediately, my body going stiff in his hold as a sharp inhale leaves him, his grip tightening again, this time different, his gaze dropping to my neck. My heart stops, my hand flying up instantly to cover the spot. No… that’s impossible. He shouldn’t see it. Jane made sure— “You…” his voice drops lower, no longer as cold as before. Something in it shifts. “That mark…” He stares at me,“How do you have this mark?” My eyes widen, color draining from my face.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
ArleyIt feels so peaceful, there's a scent in the room that feels strangely familiar…my eyes open slowly to a roof I don’t recognize, I turn to see Janus at the other end of the room.Sitting up immediately, my hands fly to my mouth. “A... apologies Alpha,” I stammer quickly.The thick blanket sli
JanusI had never seen a herb that boosted Laycon, my wolf's strength that much. Initially, I doubted drinking anything from the bottle Kydra gave me before leaving the pack house.But the moment I realized how bad the situation with my men was, I twisted the cap open and poured everything down my
ArleyThe emerald ring sitting on the table looks strangely familiar, like mine. The one I gave to my mate that night.My legs move before I can think about it any further, my hand hovering over it for a second before finally picking it up carefully. It’s the exact same design.My mother once told
Arley Kydra whimpers softly in my head, curling in on herself, the pressure from him a moment ago grounding us. She doesn’t understand what just happened either, and honestly I don’t understand it either. My hands are still on him, trying to hold his weight as he leans heavily against me, and for a







