"Niya knew with all her heart that her marriage to the Alpha was fake. After all, what marriage is real when it starts from a forced contract? She also knew that her womb was devoid of an heir, despite what everyone else in the clan believed. Was there anything real about their relationship at all? Despite all this, her knees wanted to give away when her Alpha looked at her or touched her. Her body shivered with a lust so deep that only her fake husband could satisfy it. But would he? All the new Alpha wanted was his father's respect and the support and admiration of his clan. In order to do so, he forced himself to marry a frail little wolf he didn't think he would risk his life to protect one day. Everything about her, from her silver hair to the curve of her tiny waist drove him insane. He knew that the child in her belly wasn't real but if he had it his way, he wanted to make damn sure that it was.
Prologue
Desire is a feeling like any other among the mortals. They wish for something or someone strongly and readily move on when lady luck doesn't favour them. They start to fancy new objects, different places and different people as quickly as they breathe. For the ones blessed by the Moon Mother, desire is holding a burning piece of coal inside their heart, where it keeps blazing with the untameable eternal fire and slowly devours the beast of the night with longing, craving and love.
A kind of love that can tear one apart from inside and transforms the muted lust to pure animalistic instincts. In the realm where legends from stories are real, there are no fleeting lovers but mates who crave each other's body and soul till eternity. They protect each other ruthlessly from anyone who tries to tear them apart.
Niya lay still on the bed, her tiny body almost lost in the big, woolly blankets. She was nervous, her lips trembling and then stretching into a thin smile. He was here. Her mate and her Alpha. He entered the tent, bending down his tall figure to avoid the top of the entrance. His still eyes glazed down her body, her face, lips, her neck and then his gaze got more intense as he looked at the sheets cradling the lower half of her body, as if mentally already ripping through them to get to her softness.
He was on top of her at lightning speed, like a wolf chasing prey. But he was soft, barely pushing down his weight on her thin body and putting up two fingers to brush away her silver hair from her face. Every second seemed to stretch into hours as they gazed at each other. A droplet of sweat trickled down his forehead to land in the middle of her chest.
"Are you ready?" He asked her, concern laced through his voice, which was bursting with excitement and lust.
Niya grabbed the back of his neck and swept up to kiss him, which was answer enough for the Alpha. He trapped her easily in between his strong arms, pinning her down with comfortable pressure. His hand travelled up her loose shirt, the coolness of it making her flinch with pleasure. His long fingers reached the roundness of her breasts and he couldn't take it anymore, squeezing his eyes shut, and savouring every last bit of warmth from her supple skin.
"I want you..." She whispered softly against his ear.
The night is dark like an untimely eclipse which is unusual as the sky is graced by the Moon Mother in her full form. There is a storm brewing with dark clouds swirling and blocking blessed light to grace Clan Winterfrost on a very special occasion. Everyone in the clan was gearing up for a celebration to welcome the second child of their Alpha Herald when rain started to pour down and a thunderstorm dampened the spirit.
Herald is pacing before his doorstep, muscles taught in tension and jaws clenched with anticipation when a youngling comes braving the storm. He transforms into his human form entirely drenched and Herald recognizes him as Donny, one of the new werewolves to complete his shifting in the last full moon.
"The Crone is asking for you urgently Alpha. '' He says with eyes big as saucers and an underlying nervousness as if he has been practising the statement the entire way.
Herald looks at the locked door of his cottage and contemplates for a second not to go right away. Inside his wife Rosalyn is writhing on the bed with labour pain which is slowly escalating with the storm outside. The birth of his first daughter Vivian had been nothing short of a boon for them and although the event was hidden from prying ears initially, in no time the news was spread.
Now Moon Mother may bless the Alpha and Luna of this clan with a son which will solidify their legacy and create fear among other rogue power hungry clans who are always sniffing out weakness and pouncing on opportunities. But the Crone is the eldest and most important asset of any clan with the power of an oracle. Her eyes see a lot and her mind travels to either past and future bringing omens or good fortune. She must have something very crucial to discuss to call for the Alpha amidst all these.
Herald knocks on the door softly to check on his mate and the clan matrons helping her. The door opens and he is immediately hit with the painful cries of his wife and metallic scent of blood. Werewolves are no stranger to a bloody mess but seeing his mate at the centre of the puddle, arching with agony, Herald becomes agitated and rushes to the bedside. He clutches his wife's hand in a tight grip as her body spasms with a fresh wave of labour.
"How long, matron?" Herald asks the eldest nurse.
"It will take time son." She maintains a levelled tone but Herald notices the worry etched on her features.
"I will be gone for a while; the Crone has asked me to visit her. Take care of her and my children till I come..."
She nods once and continues to massage the ointments on Rosalyn's legs with steady hands. Herald glances once towards her one year old daughter Vivian's crib before rushing out of the room on the rainy night.
The Crone lives in a small cottage just at the edge of the clan boundary. Even with the earthy smell of rain soaked soil her cottage emanates scents of herbs and spices. Herald attempts to knock on the door but finds it already open. The cottage is protected with magic such that no one can enter without the Crone's wishes. He gently pushes the door and takes in the single room with caution. Even the mighty Alphas don't take a chance with power of such kind. The room is littered with old documents, tomes and books so fragile that they might turn to dust if touched. Charms, bracelets and herbs are hanging everywhere and the entire room is lit up by numerous candles. The Crone is sitting on a rocking chair at the side of the window with her back to the main door where Herald now stands. Her long white hair and frail frame is the testament of her old age.
"Come in Herald, there is much to discuss." The Crone speaks in her raspy voice that can chill the hearts of even the bravest without even turning to face him.
Herald walks towards her cautiously and proceeds to stand in front of her chair maintaining a healthy distance. Her face is marked by time beyond his imagination with wrinkles and ridges at every corner but when she finally looks up at him; Herald notices the shine of moonlight in her eyes which is more alive than anything in this world. She must have had her scrying session just before he got here. Herald dips his head once in honour and waits expectantly for the Crone to speak.
"The darkness lurking outside is something I haven't witnessed in a long time." She says shifting her eyes towards the open window and into the black night.
"I have been here longer than you can imagine Herald; I have witnessed the rise and fall of many Alphas, but the Winterfrost Clan has stood through the abuse of time." She pins her eyes on him "Our kind is savage and ruthless when it comes to power and power is not always proven in bloodshed. You have been blessed with a daughter last year and I had no concerning news to deliver, but this time..." she pinches her face in concentration and closes her eyes for a moment.
Herald keeps the roiling concern inside as best as he can. Sweat beads at his brows as he processes what she said about the power struggle.
"This time?" He asks as the silence stretches longer.
"Sharpen your claws and bare your canine Alpha." She says with steel in her voice "You need to preserve your strength and wisdom. Prepare yourself for an immediate grief; I am afraid the Luna will not survive the night..."
Her words cut through Herald's heart like a knife and it takes all his concentration to not shapeshift into his wolf form and pounce on her. Ancient or not the urge to protect his mate from any kind of threat, even verbal is something every werewolf feels once mating is done. There is no bond stronger than the one shared between two wolves in love; when the bond is severed the pain and loss is unimaginable.
The Crone notices the change in his demeanour with an unflinching attitude. "Mark my words, your expectations may not be fulfilled right at the moment but this new addition to your family will prove worthy when the right time comes. Destiny predicts some major events and has many things in store for you and your family. Remember, raging into war will not secure your win but forging the right relations will. Make the right choices. You may go now, share some last moments with your dying wife."
She leans back in her chair and slips into silence, indication of her dismissal. Herald doesn't waste a single second and runs for his love. The cold raindrops don't soothe the fear gripping his heart and he pumps his legs faster through the onslaught of powerful winds. When he reaches his doorstep he is met with chilling silence, like the blanket of death has fallen over already.
Soaked and shaken Herald braces himself for the worst fate Moon Mother can bestow upon him. As he enters his house he is met with silent looks from the nurses and her wife's lifeless body, white as paper among the blood soaked linens. Even in death she looks beautiful like a flower only now leached of her colours. Her face is solemn; devoid of the smile that made his heart skip every single time. Herald sinks to his knees suddenly weakened by the absence of his mate. All the strength that makes him the Alpha is leaving with the hot tears streaming down his face.
"We are sorry son, we couldn't save her." The old matron says, sorrow heavy in her voice.
"Take a look at your newborn, we have cleaned her."
With sheer fortitude he tears his eyes from her dead wife and glances at the living breathing mark she has left for him. At first he sees nothing but a small puddle of white clothes in the matron's arms. On taking a closer look he finds a small baby girl with fragile little hands and deep blue eyes staring silently at nothing in particular. Her short hair is silver white and has a shine like moonlight sparkling on the water surface.
Herald's control shatters, his mind already spiralling down in the dark pits of grief gets one more disappointment before he transforms into the beast he actually is underneath the layers of skin. The matron's reflexes saves the girl from falling over but when the great wolf stares down in her blue eyes he only finds confusion and mirth rather than fearful tears.
Something tugs at his heart; after all she is his own flesh and blood. But tonight is the night to abandon all the responsibilities for a while and mourn the loss of his love. Herald leaves his house for the forest; but lost in his grief he doesn't even notice that the storm has ended revealing the full moon with her dazzling light falling on his newborn daughter and making the birthmark on her right wrist glow silvery white.
Rose is the sweet and kind-hearted secretary to the cold, calculative and unbelievably hot CEO, Alec. She finds herself naked, covered with only his shirt, lying in his bed after a drunken night at a corporate party. She is enraged and blames him for taking advantage of her but Alec swears up and down that they hadn’t spent the night together. He doesn’t tell her the full story, to protect her from further embarrassment. She relents and ends up believing him. So, she was dumbfounded when she found out a couple weeks later that she is pregnant! Alec is surprised but equally happy when he finds out that Rose is pregnant with his child, the heir to the Xander Business Empire. The only issue? Rose believes that since they had never shared a bed, her ex-boyfriend must be the father instead. Her ex, the CEO of a failing rival company, shows up in hopes of ensnaring Rose back to him. How will the over-protective and over-possessive Alec react to some other man rubbing his hands all over the secret to-be mother of his child? Will he be able to tell his secret to Rose and still have a relationship left to enjoy?
Rena got into an entanglement with a big shot when she was drunk one night. She needed Waylen's help while he was drawn to her youthful beauty. As such, what was supposed to be a one-night stand progressed into something serious. All was well until Rena discovered that Waylen's heart belonged to another woman. When his first love returned, he stopped coming home, leaving Rena all alone for many nights. She put up with it until she received a check and farewell note one day. Contrary to how Waylen expected her to react, Rena had a smile on her face as she bid him farewell. "It was fun while it lasted, Waylen. May our paths never cross. Have a nice life." But as fate would have it, their paths crossed again. This time, Rena had another man by her side. Waylen's eyes burned with jealousy. He spat, "How the hell did you move on? I thought you loved only me!" "Keyword, loved!" Rena flipped her hair back and retorted, "There are plenty of fish in the sea, Waylen. Besides, you were the one who asked for a breakup. Now, if you want to date me, you have to wait in line." The next day, Rena received a credit alert of billions and a diamond ring. Waylen appeared again, got down on one knee, and uttered, "May I cut in line, Rena? I still want you."
After being kicked out of her home, Harlee learned she wasn't the biological daughter of her family. Rumors had it that her impoverished biological family favored sons and planned to profit from her return. Unexpectedly, her real father was a zillionaire, catapulting her into immense wealth and making her the most cherished member of the family. While they anticipated her disgrace, Harlee secretly held design patents worth billions. Celebrated for her brilliance, she was invited to mentor in a national astronomy group, drew interest from wealthy suitors, and caught the eye of a mysterious figure, ascending to legendary status.
Veronica is an eighteen-year-old omega who falls into an emotional breakdown when her Mate, who was soon to be the Alpha of the Sun crest pack, turns against her, hurls hurtful words at her, and rejects her on the night of the full moon festival because he and everyone in the pack, including her, thinks she is an omega. As if the pain of rejection, helplessness, and worthlessness wasn't enough, she lost her best and only friend to the cold hands of death when rogue wolves attacked their pack. Right in the presence of her mate, she was tagged as someone who always attracted problems and calamities anywhere she went and he turned a blind eye and watched as she was banished from the pack. With hatred for her life, she runs deep into the woods that were off-limits and jumps off to end her life, but in a turn of events, something else happens. What would her mate do when he finds out that Veronica is not who he thinks she is? Will she be able to forgive him? What fate lies ahead for them?
There was only one man in Raegan's heart, and it was Mitchel. In the second year of her marriage to him, she got pregnant. Raegan's joy knew no bounds. But before she could break the news to her husband, he served her divorce papers because he wanted to marry his first love. After an accident, Raegan lay in the pool of her own blood and called out to Mitchel for help. Unfortunately, he left with his first love in his arms. Raegan escaped death by the whiskers. Afterward, she decided to get her life back on track. Her name was everywhere years later. Mitchel became very uncomfortable. For some reason, he began to miss her. His heart ached when he saw her all smiles with another man. He crashed her wedding and fell to his knees while she was at the altar. With bloodshot eyes, he queried, "I thought you said your love for me is unbreakable? How come you are getting married to someone else? Come back to me!"
Once upon a time, there were two kingdoms once at peace. The kingdom of Salem and the kingdom of Mombana... Until the day, the king of Mombana passed away and a new monarch took over, Prince Cone. Prince Cone, has always been hungry for more power and more and more. After his coronation, he attacked Salem. The attack was so unexpected, Salem never prepared for it. They were caught off guard. The king and Queen was killed, the prince was taken into slavery. The people of Salem that survived the war was enslaved, their land taken from them. Their women were made sex slaves. They lost everything, including their land. Evil befall the land of Salem in form of Prince Cone, and the prince of Salem in his slavery was filled with so much rage. The prince of Salem, Prince Lucien swore revenge. 🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳 Ten years later, thirty-years old Lucien and his people raided a coup and escaped slavery. They went into hiding and recuperated. They trained day and night under the leadership of the fearless and cold Lucien who was driven with everything in him to get back their land, and take Mombana land too. It took them five years before they ambushed and attacked Mombana. They killed Prince Cone and reclaimed everything. As they screamed out their victory, Lucien's eyes found and pinned the proud princess of Mombana. Princess Danika. The daughter of Prince Cone. As Lucien stared at her with the coldest eyes anyone can ever possess, he felt victory for the first time. He walked to the princess with the slave collar he'd won for ten years rattling in his hand as he walked. He reached close to her and with a swift movement, he collared her neck. Then, he tilted her chin up, staring into the bluest eyes and the most beautiful face ever created, he gave her a cold smile. "You are my acquisition. My slave. My sex slave. My property. I will pay you in spades, everything you and your father ever did to me and my people." He stated curtly. Pure hatred, coldness and victory was the only emotion on his face. .
For three years, Shane and Yvonne were wed, sharing heated nights, while his devotion clung to his ex. Yvonne strove to be a dutiful wife, yet their marriage felt hollow, built on desire rather than real warmth. All changed when she became pregnant, only for Shane to thrust her onto the operating table, warning, “Either you or the baby survives!” Broken by his cruelty, she vanished in grief and later returned, radiantly accomplished, leaving everyone awestruck. Haunted by remorse, Shane begged for another chance, but Yvonne only smiled and replied, “I’m sorry, men no longer interest me.”