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Shadows in the throne room (chapt.1)

Akira's POVThe icy marble ground stabbed into my kneecaps as I scrubbed the same stain again for the hundredth time. Cold seeped through the thin fabric of my ragged dress, but I felt hardly anything.It was the comforting motion of the rag in my fingers that kept me going-scrub, twist, wipe-every wipe pulling me back to the monotonous reality of the work.The air was stale, dry, and dead with the smell of stone, laced with the faint sting of blood with a metallic tang that the palace floor would never lose.Don't stop. Don't think. Just work.I cursed the damned Alpha upon whom it was so often imitated. This room-offering such lovely architecture but utterly lacking in warmth-had received more blood than compassion.I squeezed my rag tighter; pain shot through my already broken hands from the harshness of the cloth. Pain was not good.Every day spent in this palace was painful, and it was all I could do to evade being seen, just like any other prey that escaped the predator's lair.

The price of Loyalty (chapt.2)

Akira's POVThe kitchen was weighed down with subdued heat, the fireplace crackling over the air full of warmth; with the heavenly aroma of fresh-baked bread from the next oven in between, with the pungent smell of the dried, salted meat leaning against the wall, and the pungent smell of roots and herbs, it was essentially one of the most joyful corners of the castle.I stood at the end of the long wooden counter making my way through the task of kneading dough, with hands now sticky and flour-covered. The air was warm and heavy, heavy with steam and the tittle-tattle of the other maids fawning about so very rudely."Hear what?" Maren sliced through the hushed gossip, barely containing her thrill as she stirred the stew in her pot. "Alpha Ryker literally pleaded with the Lycan King for help."A maid named Kira snorted. The wooden spoon slammed against the iron pot. "Groveled, you mean? I heard he sent a message last night-roughly around midnight, on his knees, nearly crying in it."La

Marked(chapt.3)

AKIRA's POVThe moment Kaidën's voice broke to a whisper as he spoke the word 'deal', my world seemed to be crumbling under me and threatening to swallow me whole.My heartbeat was thundering and filling my ears, making me feel that I was the sole person left in the hall.Even as Aurelia snapped her fingers to summon the maids, I hardly noticed it, being rudely yanked into stumbling forward by strong hands grabbing my arm."C'mon, Akira. We don't have all day," one of the older maids whispered urgently, a tinge of pity edging her voice.The others rushed to round me up, getting me out of the dinning hall, their expressions torn between sympathy and fear. As soon as we were out of earshot, their whispers cut the air."Poor girl… traded like livestock," muttered one."As if Kaidën would treat her any better," the other shook her head. "He's merciless. Everyone knows."I didn't have words to say. My throat was closing in and with every paced step, there felt this knot of panic tightening.

A dying lycan ( chapt.4)

The sun hung on the edge of the world, casting over it a soothing amber glow that filtered in past the towering great pines rimming the gargantuan grounds of the Emerald Pack.Soft thrum of water splashing and soft thud of wet tunic rubbing my hands accompanied me as I vigorously scrubbed these tunics with the stone basin. Knuckles sore, fingers numb from exposure to cold water. But I never slack. Not when I know that Kaidën will notice the slightest wrinkle or blemish.Wind whipped silver strands around my face, some clinging to my wet forehead as I attempted to flick them away with the back of my wrist. The pungent scent of pines and damp linen lingered in the air heavy. I steeled myself, focused on the task-until a gentle tap on the shoulder jolted me."Akira?"Familiar voice, warm.I turned around, letting out a breath that I hadn't even noticed I'd been holding. "Lyrien."He was behind me, sunlight glinting in his bronze hair and his amber eyes worried look on his face. His soft

The only hope( chapt.5)

Akira’s POVFor hours now, the healer from the ancient mountains had been within Kaiden's chambers, and the tension had risen to boiling proportions. Dawn had only recently broken, but I had spent the better part of the morning attempting to soothe Lyrein, to no avail.His usual calm expression had broken at last, yielding to the sheer weight of responsibility on his shoulders.His weary, dark-ringed eyes were set in a jaw that was clenched tight as if he wanted to shatter his own teeth. He hadn’t eaten. Had barely spoken. Just pacing back and forth like a caged animal , waiting for news.I felt for him. I could not shake off the image of Kaiden lying in that chamber, dead to the world. Two days had gone by since he had been brought back from the battle, an arrow lodged in his chest, its tip coated with poison that no healer had been able to counteract.With every passing hour, his weaker breath raised our hopes, then, hollowed them as his strength dwindled, his formerly kingly presen

The Brew of Fate( chapter 6)

Akira’s POVLyrein’s hand was still holding mine as the old healer motioned for me to step forward. His grip felt like a connection to something warm and steady — but as soon as I entered the healer’s chamber, everything changed. The air here was thick with the ancient scents of dried roots, crushed petals, and a bitter, metallic tang that seemed to cling to the walls like well-kept secrets.The healer moved ahead, pushing aside heavy curtains to reveal a stone table cluttered with jars — powders, dried leaves, and sparkling crystalline shards that shimmered with an odd light. At the center sat an old iron cauldron, its surface darkened from countless brews made long before.I focused on what I needed to do, trying to ignore the weight in my chest that felt like it might break my ribs.From behind me, Lyrein’s voice floated through the tension. “I’ll be right here. I promise.”He didn’t need to say anything; I could feel him there, his presence anchoring me while the healer pulled out

Shadows That Whisper( chapter 7)

Akira’s POVWaiting felt worse than any blow or whip I'd ever experienced. Worse than lying on cold marble floors, worse than Aurelia’s venom, worse than Kaidën’s steely command. In those moments of waiting, all you have are your thoughts — and those thoughts can be merciless.I found myself sitting beside Kaidën’s bed long after the potion had worn off, my legs folded beneath me on the chilly stone floor. The healer had slipped away to fetch more supplies, mumbling something about herbs and blessings, while Lyrein stepped out after one of the generals called for his help in hushed, urgent tones.So, it was just me and Kaidën.Kaidën, the Lycan King. The brute, the one who felt like a chain around my neck, the one I should’ve wanted dead.But now that I was looking at him, chest rising and falling in ragged breaths, that familiar ache returned. He seemed so much younger in this moment. Less like a monster, and more like a man. His hair was damp with sweat, and his lashes dark against

A Bargain of Secrets (chapter 8)

Akira’s POVThe hallways were dim and quiet as I slipped away from Kaidën’s chambers, my footsteps softened by the worn red carpets that felt like veins running through the heart of the Emerald Pack.I should’ve felt relieved. Kaidën was alive — because of me. But with every beat of my heart, a question hammered against my ribs: What did he mean by ‘traitor’? And why had Darius looked at me that way?I ducked into a quiet nook near the library, pressing my back against the cool stone wall. My breath fogged in the chilly air, and my fingers twisted together in my lap. I'd thought that surviving Kaidën’s wrath was the toughest part — but the shadows in this palace felt deeper than the forests surrounding it.I heard footsteps. A warm glow from a lantern broke through the shadows ahead. I straightened quickly, trying to smooth my hair, only to see Lyrien walking toward me. The moment his eyes met mine, relief washed over me, loosening the tension in my shoulders.“There you are,” he said

Beneath the Emerald Veil (chapter 9)

Akira’s POVLyrien’s wing felt quieter than the rest of the palace. Warm fires flickered in iron sconces along the corridor, casting a soft glow on the ivy-carved stones. The air was different here—maybe even safer. But for someone like me, safety had always been just an illusion.A maid, wide-eyed and kind, brought me a fresh nightdress and a basin of lavender water. She wouldn’t meet my gaze, like just looking at me would remind her that I didn’t exactly belong—no longer a maid, but not quite the Lycan King’s mate either. I was stuck somewhere in between, a puzzle piece that didn’t quite fit.Once she left, I sat on the edge of the massive canopy bed. The mattress sank under me, way softer than the straw pallet I had known back in Ryker’s palace. I should’ve felt grateful; I should’ve felt safe.But all I could feel was my heart pounding in my ears.I washed my hands and face with trembling fingers, trying to scrub away the residue of herbs and sweat. But I couldn’t erase the memory

The King Awakens ( chapter 10)

Akira’s POVThe dawn broke, but not in a gentle way.A sharp knock at the door yanked me from restless sleep. My eyes shot open to see Lyrien jolting awake in the armchair, his hand already on the dagger at his side. In the dim light of early morning, the fire had died down, but his gaze was intense — all Alpha, all menace.Sitting up, I wrapped the blanket tighter around my shoulders as the door creaked open, and a guard stepped in, his face pale beneath the helmet. He bowed his head but couldn’t hide the quiver in his voice.“My lord… my lady… the King — he’s awake.”Everything in me turned to ice and fire at once.Kaïdën. Awake. Alive.And I wasn’t ready for this.Lyrien stood tall, his broad shoulders tense under the linen of his nightshirt. In just two strides, he crossed the room and touched my shoulder, his fingers warm and reassuring. “Come on. You need to see him before anyone else.”I should’ve felt relief, but instead, a sick feeling twisted in my stomach. Yes, I had saved

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