《Hellbound Vow》


 Chapter 1 Dream

    The night was dark and stormy, the rain cascading down like steel rods hammering the earth. It clattered against the roofs and stones, merged with the furious sea, and roared alongside the rolling thunder. The storm painted the scene with chaos, a perfect backdrop to the tragedy unfolding in a small Dryad village near the border of the werewolf territory.


    In this quiet, unassuming village, a legacy was guarded: a divine child, whose protection was the solemn duty of the Dryads. But peace shattered as a pack of werewolves descended without warning, their howls blending with the storm''s rage.


    The Dryads scrambled to defend their home, their vines shooting from the ground like living weapons. The enchanted foliage pierced the wolves'' hearts, felling several in their tracks. For a moment, hope glimmered as a magical barrier rose to encircle the village.


    But the werewolves grew more frenzied, their attacks more feral, pounding against the shimmering shield. Then, without warning, the barrier vanished, as if erased by some unseen hand. Confusion rippled through the villagers. Their defenses had been compromised, their protection undone.


    Panic spread like wildfire. The Dryads and Druids, disorganized and overwhelmed, stood no chance. The werewolves lunged with merciless precision, their fangs and claws tearing through flesh. Screams pierced the air, only to be drowned out by the storm.


    "Kill them all! Let no one escape!" bellowed a gruff voice. The command came from a man with a thick beard and an ugly scar slashing from his eyebrow to his cheek. His blade dripped crimson, its sharp edge reflecting the firelight that consumed the village.


    Amidst the slaughter, a lone figure sat atop a black horse, shrouded in a dark hood. His posture was regal, his presence commanding. His eyes, dark as the abyss, watched the carnage below with a devilish smirk. Beside him, another hooded man on a brown horse shifted uneasily. His long blonde hair clung to his face, soaked by the relentless rain.


    "Are we really going to let them kill them all?" the blonde man asked, his voice uneasy.This content has been misappropriated from Royal Road; report any instances of this story if found elsewhere.


    "Yes," came the cold reply. The dark figure''s tone held no sympathy, only finality.


    Down below, chaos continued. A Druid with short dark blonde hair stood defiantly, his injuries severe, his breaths labored. Yet he held his ground, clutching his weapon with trembling hands. He knew he had to buy time for the others to escape. His eyes darted to the burning homes and the bodies of his fallen comrades. He prayed for a miracle, but none came.


    The werewolves broke through the final line of defense. The village burned in fury, flames raging so fiercely that even the storm seemed powerless to quench them. The sky turned red with smoke and ash. Villagers ran aimlessly, their bodies ablaze, their screams swallowed by the storm''s wrath.


    "Mother, don''t send me away! I can''t live without you!" a little girl cried, clutching her mother''s hand. Her sobs were drowned by the roaring inferno.


    "You must go, my child,¡± her mother said, her voice trembling. Tears streamed down her face. "You must stay alive. This is the only way."


    The mother knelt, placing a delicate red pendant with an oval-shaped stone around her daughter''s neck. "Promise me," she whispered, her voice breaking.


    "Promise me you will never take this off."


    The child nodded through her tears. "I promise, Mother¡±


    With a final embrace, the mother pushed her daughter toward a swirling white portal. "Farewell, my child. Mother loves you," she whispered, her voice shattering as the portal began to close.


    "No, Mother!" the girl screamed, trying to claw her way back. But her cries turned into a horrified wail as she saw a massive black werewolf clamp its jaws around her mother''s neck. Blood sprayed through the air as the mother''s lifeless body crumpled to the ground.


    The werewolf''s piercing gray eyes locked onto the girl, and it began to advance. The portal shimmered and closed just as a brilliant white flash lit up the scene, silencing the chaos in an instant.


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    "NO!"


    The scream tore from Calista''s throat as she bolted upright in bed. Her chest heaved, her heart pounding like a war drum. The room was dark, but her skin glistened with cold sweat, and her bedsheets clung to her trembling frame.


    Her hand flew to her chest, clutching at the ache that felt as though a thousand needles had pierced her heart. Tears streamed freely down her cheeks as she struggled to catch her breath.


    It''s just a dream, she told herself. Just a dream. But was it? The pain she felt in her chest, the despair that gripped her, felt far too real.


    The nightmare had returned. It was always the same-blurred images, disjointed memories, and a searing pain that lingered long after she woke. Each night it felt closer, more vivid, yet she could never piece it together. Why did it haunt her so? Why did it leave her with such unbearable sorrow?


    She wiped her tears with trembling hands, trying to calm herself, but the ache remained. It was as though her heart mourned something precious, something lost. But she couldn''t remember what.


    Calista''s gaze fell to the faint glow of the pendant resting against her chest. The red stone seemed to pulse faintly, as if alive. Her fingers curled around it protectively. What are you? Why do you feel so familiar, yet so distant?


    She stared into the darkness, her thoughts swirling. The dream never revealed its full truth, but each time it left her feeling emptier, lonelier. Who am I mourning? What am I forgetting?


    Calista pulled her knees to her chest, resting her forehead against them. She wanted answers, but the silence of the room offered none.


    Somewhere in the distance, thunder rumbled faintly.

 Chapter 2 The storm beneath the morning

    Dawn broke with a reluctant light, bleeding into the heavens after a seemingly endless night. The world outside seemed blissfully unaware of her inner turmoil. The sky bore hues of soft blue and gentle gold, promising sunshine, while birds greeted the day with cheerful chirps that sounded foreign to her ears.


    Calista''s emerald eyes lingered on the view from her small bedroom window, her fiery red hair catching the morning light. To anyone else, this could''ve been the start of a beautiful day. But for her, it would be just another trial to endure¡ªa repeat of the endless script she couldn''t escape.


    Her lips tightened into a thin line. Enough of this self-pity, she thought bitterly, tearing her gaze away. The weight of her daily chores pulled at her already-slumped shoulders.


    The kitchen greeted her as it always did: still and silent, save for the subtle hum of tension buried in every corner of her home. She worked swiftly, putting together the morning meal like clockwork, knowing full well that no amount of effort would earn their gratitude.


    Calista lived with her parents and two siblings, though they felt more like strangers than family. Emily, her elder sister, was an angel in their parents'' eyes, with beauty and charm to spare¡ªthough to Calista, she resembled a manipulative witch conjured straight from the underworld. Jacob, her elder brother, was nice enough in a detached, indifferent way.


    Her parents? Rachel and Mateo barely tolerated her presence. To her father, the beta of Crescent Moon Pack, Calista was a blemish to the family name. A curse. She often wondered if she was even theirs¡ªa feeling only reinforced when her fiery red hair and green eyes drew looks of disdain from everyone in the house.


    Her eighteenth birthday was two moons away¡ªa date she both longed for and feared. She''d finally shift into her wolf form, a milestone every werewolf looked forward to. For her, it was the only chance to prove herself. Maybe then, she thought, they''d stop looking at her like she didn''t belong.


    "Mother, Father," Calista called out hesitantly after setting the table. "The food is ready."


    Rachel and Mateo descended first. Her mother passed her without so much as a glance, her features passive but dismissive. Her father''s grimace deepened as his sharp, blue gaze landed on Calista. Still, she tried¡ªshe smiled faintly at him. But that only earned her a more pronounced grimace, as though her very presence soured the air.


    She swallowed hard, dropping her gaze to the ground as Emily and Jacob joined them.


    Emily floated into the room like a queen, her golden hair shining and her steps light. She radiated charm and poise, even when her smirk carried venom. Jacob trailed behind, indifferent as ever.If you spot this tale on Amazon, know that it has been stolen. Report the violation.


    They sat around the table, digging into their meals with an unspoken tension hanging over them. Calista ate quietly, though her thoughts churned. Why did she feel so¡­ separate? Her emerald eyes flickered toward her family. None of them shared her features¡ªher flame-red hair, her green eyes. She looked more like a stranger in her own home.


    Her thoughts were interrupted by Emily''s voice, sharp and haughty.


    "Why does this food taste so bad?"


    The accusation hung in the air like a dagger, aimed squarely at Calista.


    "It''s not bad," Calista replied, keeping her voice calm though she gritted her teeth inwardly. "I''ve made it the same way as always."


    Emily''s brown eyes narrowed, her lips twisting into a sly smile. "Are you saying my taste buds are wrong?" she retorted, her tone dripping with mock outrage.


    Before Calista could answer, Emily turned to Rachel, who promptly leaned into her daughter''s playacting.


    "No, sweetheart, you''re right," Rachel said smoothly, her soft voice turning sharp as she addressed Calista. "Why does it taste bad, Calista?"


    "I-I don''t know," Calista stammered. "I thought¡ª"


    Her explanation was cut short by Mateo slamming a heavy hand on the table, the loud thud making her flinch.


    "Emily has training today," Mateo barked, his deep voice full of authority, "and she needs her strength! You had one job, Calista!"


    The shiver running through her spine was familiar by now, but it never lost its sting.


    Her father reached for her bowl, throwing its contents across the room in a flash of controlled fury. Soup spilled onto the floor like wasted tears.


    "Father¡­" Calista''s voice cracked, but he silenced her with a glare. Emily''s triumphant smirk and Rachel''s passive face were daggers of their own, and even Jacob avoided her gaze.


    "Clean that up," Emily ordered sweetly, as the rest of them continued their meal without missing a beat.


    Her face burned, but she did as they wished. Tears pricked her eyes, though she refused to let them fall. Why fight back? The result would only be worse.


    By the time they left to spend the day shopping for the upcoming banquet, her shoulders felt heavy with exhaustion. She wasn''t invited, of course. That was made perfectly clear. She''d heard it enough times: she was bad luck¡ªa curse.


    Pulling a hood over her distinctive hair, Calista slipped out to gather food from the market.


    The crowd ignored her presence, and she liked it that way. When a familiar voice called out her name, her defenses momentarily dropped.


    "Calista!"


    Turning, she spotted her only friend in the world¡ªAurora.


    Aurora''s long raven curls bounced as she sprinted toward her, a wide smile spreading across her flawless features. She threw her arms around Calista in a gleeful hug. "Hey, I was starting to think you''d disappeared on me!"


    A small, genuine smile tugged at Calista''s lips. "Aurora," she greeted warmly, her voice light for the first time all day.


    Aurora was everything Calista lacked¡ªa free spirit, bold and unapologetically vibrant. The two friends made their way through the market, Aurora peppering her with playful jabs and news about the upcoming banquet.


    "Did you hear about the prince?" Aurora gushed. "I heard he''s so handsome. Can you imagine being chosen as the Luna?!"


    Calista chuckled softly, but her heart weighed down once more. The thought of her sister Emily being groomed for that role wasn''t far from her mind. Neither was the possibility of her family being truly free from her the moment her sister rose in status.


    Could she ever break free of their disdain, or was she doomed to remain a shadow beneath their radiance?

 Chapter 3 Plan

    Calista shook her head in disbelief, wondering what her friend found so dreamy about being a Luna. Life in the palace was hardly a fairy tale, especially for someone like Aurora, who was too soft-hearted for such a cutthroat world. Calista gave her friend a quizzical look and finally asked the obvious question.


    "Are you even invited to the banquet?"


    Aurora''s cheerful expression immediately crumpled into a pout. "No," she admitted with a dramatic sigh, "but that''s beside the point. I could be!"


    Calista arched an eyebrow and crossed her arms. "Aurora, you''re not serious."


    Her friend grabbed her by the shoulders, shaking her lightly. "What if he''s my Prince Charming, Cali? What if I''m meant to meet him? I can''t just miss my destiny over a little thing like an invitation!"


    "A little thing?!" Calista replied incredulously. She sighed, patting Aurora''s shoulder in mock sympathy. "Listen, you''ll survive, banquet or not. One day, you''ll stumble into Prince Charming while tripping over your skirts at the market." She flashed a sly grin. "Hopefully, he''ll find clumsiness endearing."


    "Very funny." Aurora narrowed her eyes. "But this could be my moment!" Her face lit up with sudden determination. "Actually, I have an idea: let''s just¡­ sneak in!"


    Calista froze, immediately wary of where this was heading. "No. Absolutely not."


    "Aw, come on!" Aurora begged, tugging on Calista''s sleeve like a child pleading for sweets. "If we dress as servants or¡ªI don''t know¡ªdisguise ourselves as men, no one will notice. You''re clever, you''ll come up with something!"


    "I said no," Calista replied firmly, though she could already feel her resolve weakening. Aurora was more stubborn than a mule and twice as creative when it came to harebrained schemes.


    "But Cali, I have to go!" Aurora''s voice was full of pleading now, her wide eyes practically brimming with unshed tears. "If you help me, I''ll owe you a huge favor. Anything you want!"If you come across this story on Amazon, it''s taken without permission from the author. Report it.


    Calista sighed in resignation, pinching the bridge of her nose. "Aurora, you know this is a terrible idea, right?"


    "Yes," Aurora replied cheerfully. "But we won''t get caught."


    "That''s not comforting," Calista muttered. She glanced at her friend, knowing full well there was no stopping her now. If she didn''t help, Aurora would end up getting herself into trouble.


    "All right," she said with a deep breath. "We''ll need a plan¡ªa good one. No room for mistakes, or we''ll both be in serious trouble."


    Aurora threw her arms around her, grinning like she''d just won a battle. "I knew you''d come around! Thanks, Cali! You''re the best!"


    Before Calista could protest, Aurora spun on her heel and dashed off. "Wait, Aurora¡ª!"


    "See you tomorrow!" Aurora called over her shoulder, laughing.


    Calista stood there, watching her friend disappear down the path, feeling a mixture of exasperation and affection. "You''re going to get us both killed," she muttered under her breath.


    Back at home, Calista found herself grappling with the same feelings of alienation she always did. For all the wealth and grandeur of her family''s estate, it never felt like home. The towering stone walls and finely crafted furnishings only made the emptiness seem louder.


    Her parents were seated in the dining room with her siblings, engrossed in their usual conversations. Dinner was a quiet affair at first, broken only by the clinking of forks against plates.


    Emily broke the silence, her voice dripping with false modesty. "Father, do you think the Alpha King will choose me as Luna?"


    Mateo didn''t even hesitate. "Of course. If it''s not you, who else could it be?" He sounded so sure, it was almost amusing.


    Jacob, however, leaned back in his chair with an uninterested shrug. "I heard the Alpha''s daughter from the Blood Moon Pack is attending. She''s got the strength, looks, and lineage to match." His tone was deliberately indifferent, but his words hit Emily squarely, causing her to scowl.


    "That''s enough, Jacob," Rachel said, though there was a slight edge to her voice.


    Emily was quick to interject. "I don''t care who attends¡ªI will be chosen. I was born to lead."


    Mateo nodded in agreement, placing a reassuring hand over hers. "You''ll be perfect, Emily. All you need to do is focus on making an impression. Look your absolute best."


    Calista felt a strong urge to roll her eyes but kept her gaze fixed on her plate. Her father turned his attention to her.


    "Calista, you''ll help Emily tomorrow with whatever she needs to prepare. Is that clear?"


    "Yes, Father," Calista replied blandly, though her mind was elsewhere.


    As the conversation continued, Calista''s thoughts drifted back to the plan Aurora had roped her into. Sneaking into the banquet was a foolish risk, but if there was one thing Aurora was right about, it was that life had become far too predictable. Maybe a little rebellion was exactly what she needed.


    Maybe it was time to take a chance.

 Chapter 4 Plan (2)

    It was already the night of the ball, and Calista found herself in Emily''s room. The space screamed opulence, dripping in luxury that Calista could only dream about. The grand furnishings, intricate details, and effortless elegance reflected Emily''s undeserved privilege.


    A massive four-poster bed stood as the centerpiece, dressed in purple and gold embroidered fabrics. Beside it, flowing curtains framed the massive windows, casting soft moonlight onto a plush red carpet. Her expansive wardrobe could likely hold all of Calista''s belongings tenfold, while a majestic fireplace warmed the room.


    The air reeked of expensive perfumes and entitlement, and Emily sat in the middle of it all¡ªa queen in her palace, issuing commands to her diligent swarm of maids. Her demeanor outside the house presented her as a poised and elegant woman, but everyone in the mansion knew the truth: Emily''s temper was as volatile as a lit fuse.


    "Calista!" Emily snapped, jerking Calista from her observations. "Stop standing there like a useless statue and bring me some snacks."


    Calista bowed slightly, her head downcast. "Yes, sister." She bit back her retort and quietly left the room. Standing up to Emily was like inviting punishment. Ever since childhood, Emily''s temper had been a force of destruction.


    Calista vividly remembered being thrown into the dungeon for three days at just twelve years old. Her offense? Bumping into Emily and causing her to bruise her delicate wrist. The punishment had been cruel, leaving her dehydrated and terrified. Calista had learned the hard way to tread carefully around Emily.


    When Calista returned to Emily''s room with a tray of snacks, she moved quickly, placing them on a nearby table. She attempted to leave before another outburst could begin, but Emily seized the opportunity.


    In one swift motion, Emily swiped the tray off the table, sending the snacks crashing to the floor.


    "How dare you bring me these?" Emily screamed, glaring at Calista as though she''d committed a mortal sin.


    Bewildered, Calista stepped back slightly. "You asked for snacks¡­" she stammered.


    Emily''s lip curled, disgust dripping from her tone. "Are you trying to ruin my figure? These are full of fat, you idiot! Are you intentionally sabotaging me?"


    The ridiculousness of the accusation almost made Calista laugh, but she restrained herself. Instead, she bent down to pick up the scattered food, knowing what Emily expected without needing to be told. "I''ll fetch some fruits," she said, her voice calm but hollow.


    "Don''t bother. Just get out. I can''t stand looking at your face any longer," Emily sneered, turning back to her mirror as though dismissing a servant.


    "Yes, sister." Calista left without another word, retreating to her own modest room.


    The stark contrast between Emily''s opulence and her own humble quarters was impossible to ignore. The white-painted walls were bare, and the furnishings¡ªthough neat¡ªwere minimalistic. Her bed was small, her wardrobe plain, and her bedside table was cluttered with worn books and a single candleholder.Ensure your favorite authors get the support they deserve. Read this novel on the original website.


    "AHHHH!" Calista suddenly screamed as soft hands clamped over her mouth, muffling her outcry.


    "It''s me!" Aurora hissed, revealing her grinning face.


    Calista scowled, shoving her friend''s hands away. "Aurora! How many times do I have to tell you not to sneak up on me like that?"


    "I couldn''t resist!" Aurora smirked mischievously as she plopped onto Calista''s bed.


    Calista crossed her arms, glaring at her friend. "How did you even get in here?"


    "I bribed the guards. Relax; no one saw me," Aurora said nonchalantly. "I brought the costumes for the ball!"


    Calista sighed, walking to the window where Aurora had indicated. Sure enough, a sack filled with disguises sat waiting. "Aurora, we already discussed the plan. Why are you here now?"


    "I figured we''d sneak out together," Aurora said, her tone innocent but her grin anything but.


    Calista rubbed her temple, frustration building. Her friend''s spontaneity had always been troublesome. "Fine. But listen to me this time, all of my instructions, or you''ll get us both thrown into the dungeon."


    "Agreed," Aurora said, though the mischievous twinkle in her eye suggested otherwise.


    They waited until the household left for the ball. Then, with quick precision, they changed into their disguises. Aurora had brought two tailored suits, designed to make them pass as male guests. Calista buttoned her collar carefully, pulling a cloak over her frame to conceal her distinct fiery red hair. Aurora pulled her hair back and donned a hat, transforming seamlessly.


    "Perfect," Aurora whispered, staring at their reflections in Calista''s cracked mirror. "You could even pass as a handsome young lord."


    Calista rolled her eyes. "Let''s go before I regret this."


    The pair slipped through the darkened halls, navigating their way past guards and servants with remarkable ease.


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    The Land of Guldoria


    While Calista and Aurora began their daring venture, far to the east, in the land of Guldoria, terror lingered in the air. The sky above the cursed realm churned with thick storm clouds, an occasional bolt of lightning illuminating the grim landscape. In the distance, the silhouette of a vast and menacing castle loomed atop a desolate hill.


    The castle gates stood tall and forbidding, guarded by hulking demon sentinels with molten-red eyes. Above, winged beasts circled ominously, their screeches adding to the atmosphere of dread.


    Deep within the castle, below its stone floors, a chilling scream echoed through the dungeons.


    "AAAAAARGH"


    The dungeon reeked of death. Every breath was thick with the stench of dried and fresh blood, congealed on the floor and smeared across the stone walls. Flickering torchlight only provided scant illumination, casting shifting shadows that gave the place an air of malice. Torture devices lay scattered on tables-twisted metal instruments, nails, and barbed whips, each stained from repeated use.


    In the center of it all stood a man, shackled to the wall. His arms were stretched above him, wrists bound with heavy iron. He was wearing only dirtied trousers; his upper body bore the marks of brutality-lacerations, puncture wounds, and the bruises of older punishments.


    His long black hair was slick with sweat and blood, plastered to his gaunt cheeks. His unkempt beard clung to his chin in ragged clumps. Even breathing appeared to be a battle, as every ragged gasp caused his chest to spasm in pain.


    Just a few paces away, perched casually on a wooden chair, was a figure dressed in a perfectly tailored black suit. The polished leather shoes and crisp fabric seemed grotesquely out of place amid the gore. His raven hair fell gracefully to his shoulders, the front portion parted to avoid obscuring the penetrating gaze of his dark brown- nearly black-eyes. He looked like a nobleman attending a soir¨¦e, not a lord presiding over a torture chamber. Yet, the cruel smirk curving his lips revealed his true nature.


    "Do your worst," the shackled man rasped, voice breaking from exhaustion. "I have nothing to say... to you...disgusting demon."


    The man in the suit swirled a goblet of crimson wine, taking a languid sip.


    "Mmm," he drawled, "I like that kind of spirit." He glanced at his companion, another impossibly handsome figure in a stark white suit. This man''s long blond hair was tied up in a partial ponytail, leaving the rest cascading down his back. His grey eyes gleamed with sadistic amusement.

 Chapter 5 The Prophecy

    "Ethan," the dark-haired man said softly, his tone almost playful. "Why don''t you tell our friend here the good news?"


    Ethan moved closer to the chained captive with slow, deliberate steps. "Are you sure you''re ready to hear it?" he asked in a low voice, resting his fingertips on one of the open wounds. At even this gentle pressure, the prisoner writhed in agony, biting down on his lip to stifle a scream.


    "Stop..." the tortured man pleaded, fear finally cracking through his defiance.


    Ethan reached into his jacket and withdrew something small, dangling it for the captive to see. It was a short ponytail of dark hair, clearly cut from a child''s head. "We located your family," Ethan murmured. "I thought you might like some...tangible proof."


    A choked sob escaped the prisoner, followed by tears carving pale trails through the grime on his cheeks. Horror flickered in his eyes. "N-no... Please, don''t hurt them," he begged, desperation flooding his every syllable. "I''ll tell you whatever you want. Just promise me you''ll let them live."


    The seated demon-Alexander, the Great Lord of Guldoria-set down his wine and stood. His polished shoes clicked against the stone floor as he approached. Gripping the man''s chin, he forced the captive to meet his gaze. "You''re ready to talk now?" he asked smoothly.


    "Yes," croaked the prisoner. "But-you must swear to spare them."


    Alexander''s dark eyes narrowed, a slight grimace betraying his impatience. "You have my word...if you prove useful." He loosened his hold. "Speak."


    Chest heaving, the prisoner gathered the last of his courage. "There is a prophecy...a child... She holds the destiny of the demon lord in her hands," he began, voice hoarse. "It''s said she will cause your dead heart to beat again.


    Alexander snorted in amusement, though his eyes flashed dangerously. "Get to the point," he hissed.


    "All creatures shall rise against you when the two of you meet," the captive continued, trembling. "Will you both survive, or be destroyed? Your first encounter...will begin your downfall, Great Lord Alexander."


    Ethan arched a brow at these words, exchanging a wary glance with his master. Alexander''s expression hardened.


    The prisoner gave a hollow, bitter laugh, madness dancing on his tongue. "The child was born in the Ancries village-"


    "We destroyed that village," Alexander cut in, voice flat.


    "They... they sent her away...to the Crescent Moon territory." The prisoner coughed violently, blood staining his lips. "My family-please-"


    He never finished. Alexander''s hand shot forward, plunging into the man''s chest with a sickening crunch. The captive shrieked, agony erupting in his eyes.


    "That," Alexander snarled, "is not what I asked you. The child is in Crescent Moon, is she?" His fingers tightened, crushing the heart in his grip until the man''s screams became a gurgle and died away in a puff of ash. Drawing his hand back, he let the remains flake off his skin as he stepped away. "We haven''t really found your family," he remarked coldly, brushing off any lingering soot.If you spot this narrative on Amazon, know that it has been stolen. Report the violation.


    Ethan handed him a black silk handkerchief. "If the prophecy child is in Crescent Moon, that complicates things," he said, his voice edged with concern. "You know that pack is strong enough to hold off a demon incursion."


    Alexander dabbed at his palms with a clinical calm. "Not if we''re...guests," he said, a slow, deadly smile creeping across his face. "Prophecy child, wherever you are, I''ll make sure to extinguish any light in your heart. No one can change my fate-certainly not you." He gestured for Ethan to follow. "Prepare to depart, and ensure we have appropriate gifts for the Crescent Moon Alpha King. We''ll show them our... hospitality."


    With one final glance at the smoldering ashes on the dungeon floor, they left the chamber, the door slamming behind them.


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    Far from the dark lands of Guldoria, Calista traveled in a cramped carriage that rumbled along a moonlit road toward the Alpha King''s palace. Seated opposite her was Aurora¡ªher dearest (and most mischievous) friend¡ªwho glanced anxiously at the passing fields.


    Both girls wore tailored suits in a bid to disguise themselves as young noblemen, complete with top hats and even fake mustaches. In another context, they might have laughed at the absurdity of their costumes, but tonight, Calista''s heart pounded too fiercely to find much humor in their situation.


    Aurora fiddled with the lapel of her jacket, breaking the tense silence first. "Are you nervous?"


    Calista managed a weary smile. "Why wouldn''t I be? If Father sees me at this ball, it''s the dungeon¡ªor worse."


    With a small sigh, Aurora leaned forward, lowering her voice. "I''m worried, too. But we''ve come too far to turn back now, right? At least we won''t be recognized." She attempted an encouraging look, though a hint of uncertainty flashed in her eyes.


    Calista tugged at the stiff collar of her shirt, recalling how difficult it had been to hide her flaming red hair under a short, dark wig. She felt the unfamiliar weight of it resting against her neck. "I guess we''ll see how good our disguises really are," she murmured. "If anyone notices two strangers who''ve suddenly appeared in Crescent Moon, it''s over."


    Aurora''s lips quirked into a mischievous grin. "Stop overthinking it. You look handsome¡ªwell, as handsome as we can manage." She paused, casting a glance out the small carriage window. "Besides, maybe we''ll just slip in and out before midnight. No one''ll even realize we were there."


    Folding her arms, Calista stared at the flickering lanterns lining the distant palace gates. All she could think about was her father, Beta Mateo of Crescent Moon, and her sister Emily, who was doubtless preparing to dazzle the entire court. If either of them recognized Calista, there would be no mercy.


    "Let''s stick to the plan, Aurora," Calista said, voice tight with resolve. "We''re going to see what the big deal is about this banquet, and then we leave. No wandering off for a grand tour of the palace, no flirting with random lords. Agreed?"


    Aurora attempted to look serious, placing a hand over her chest. "Agreed. Cross my heart," she said solemnly. But the sparkle in her eyes betrayed a lingering excitement that worried Calista. Aurora had never been one to resist temptation or curiosity.


    The wheels of the carriage hit a patch of rough road, jostling them both. Calista fought a surge of nerves. Sneaking out of the house under her parents'' and siblings'' noses was a significant risk¡ªyet part of her felt a strange thrill at the act of rebellion. Life in the Crescent Moon Pack had grown stifling, especially with Emily constantly overshadowing her. Maybe, she thought, glimpsing the world of the Alpha King would offer a taste of the freedom she craved.


    "We''re almost there," Aurora whispered, peering through the carriage window. In the distance, towering spires and golden lights beckoned them. The palace rose against the dark sky like a gleaming monolith, promising grandeur and danger in equal measure.


    Calista took a steadying breath. She had no idea how the night would unfold¡ªonly that she couldn''t turn back now. Unbeknownst to her, however, forces from a distant realm were already on the move, and the grand halls of the Alpha King''s palace were about to become far more perilous than she ever could have imagined.

 Chapter 6 The Banquet

    "How is your chest?" Aurora mischievously asked.


    This made Calista remember the moment she almost lost her life at the hands of her friend.


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    " Aaaarg"


    Calista nearly choked on her own breath as she toppled forward, bracing her palms against her dressing table to stop herself from crashing to the floor. Behind her, Aurora knelt on the bed with one knee, pulling the makeshift bindings around Calista''s chest so tightly that the air seemed to vanish from the room.


    "Aurora!" Calista hissed, eyes bulging. "Are you trying to strangle me to death?"


    Aurora''s voice came out in gasps, her teeth digging into her lower lip as she tried to secure the final knot. "I''m almost done¡ªjust hold still!" Determination lit her features like a warrior on the battlefield, and Calista wasn''t sure if she should be grateful or terrified.


    Every last bit of air whooshed out of Calista''s lungs as Aurora gave one final tug. Both girls let out shrill cries¡ªCalista in agony, Aurora in fierce concentration. Her chest felt crushed, as though an iron band had locked around her ribcage. Calista briefly wondered why none of the guards had burst in to investigate the commotion.


    When Aurora finally released her grip, Calista''s body slackened in relief. She grasped the edge of her table to steady herself, inhaling carefully while pressing her hand over her newly flattened torso. "That was awful," she muttered, still wheezing.


    Aurora hopped off the bed, only slightly out of breath. "It worked, though," she said, eyeing Calista critically. "Nobody would ever guess that chest is yours." She paused, then added with a grin, "You look like a young man¡ªif a rather slender one."


    ~~~~~~


    Calista felt her cheeks burn, recalling the embarrassing ordeal. She shook her head to clear it. "Let''s never speak of this again."


    "We have arrived, sirs," the coachman announced as the carriage came to a halt in front of the grand palace gates.


    Calista forced her voice into a deeper register, hoping to sound more convincing as a man. "Thank you, good sir." She discreetly handed him a small pouch of coins. Aurora stifled a giggle at her exaggerated tone.


    Stepping down from the carriage, Calista adjusted her top hat and looked around. The palace grounds were brilliantly lit by lanterns and grand chandeliers that lined the entrance. A marble fountain dominated the courtyard, complete with an imposing wolf statue at its center. Water cascaded down the wolf''s sleek stone fur, catching the moonlight in shimmering arcs.


    Aurora¡ªever the prankster¡ªmoved as if to clasp Calista''s shoulder. Anticipating her friend''s teasing, Calista sidestepped. "Behave like a gentleman," Calista warned in her faux-deep voice, placing her own hands behind her back in an attempt at dignified posture. Aurora burst into laughter, and Calista''s thin attempt at seriousness nearly cracked.


    "You know," Aurora murmured once she calmed down, "the two of us in these suits are practically begging for trouble." Her eyes sparkled mischievously. "Let''s just hope no one notices."


    Together, they strolled toward the palace entrance, their footsteps echoing on the polished stone path. The building itself was enormous, every archway decorated with gold filigree and marble columns that soared toward the night sky. Calista''s stomach fluttered with nerves. She had never seen such lavishness up close.This story is posted elsewhere by the author. Help them out by reading the authentic version.


    At the palace doors, two stern-faced guards stood watch. One nodded politely. "Invitation cards, please."


    Aurora and Calista exchanged uneasy glances. "Must have¡­misplaced them," Calista said, trying to maintain her deep, confident tone. "Surely you can make an exception."


    Both guards stiffened at once, one of them letting out a low, animalistic growl. Calista and Aurora instinctively stepped back, the hair on the back of their necks standing on end. Neither of them had completed their full wolf awakening, which left them vulnerable against any hostile wolf.


    "No invitation, no entry," the guard rumbled, glaring at Calista.


    The force of his gaze sent a chill racing down her spine. She tried to back away further but collided with something large and immovable. Slowly, she turned¡ªonly to be met by a pair of dark brown eyes that seemed to pierce straight through her. Her breath caught as she took in the man''s features: raven-black hair slicked back with a few strands grazing his chiselled cheeks, a sleek black suit that matched the night sky, and an aura so intense it set her heart hammering in her chest.


    Behind him stood another man of near-equal beauty, though his features were framed by long, blond hair tied at the back of his head. Both men possessed an otherworldly elegance¡ªand a chilling sense of menace that made the guard''s earlier growl seem tame.


    Aurora quickly reached out to steady Calista, who felt her knees threatening to buckle. The raven-haired man brushed past them with an air of disdain, his voice low and dangerous. "Scram."


    It was just one word, but delivered with enough venom to make Calista''s pulse spike. Yet, a reckless part of her pushed her to speak up. Perhaps it was the fear of being turned away after all this trouble, or maybe sheer desperation for a chance to see the palace. Whatever the reason, she swallowed her trembling nerves and hurried after the pair.


    "E-excuse me, sir," Calista blurted out, her voice still forced into a lower register, though it trembled now. Aurora tugged at her sleeve, silently warning her to stop, but Calista pressed on.


    The raven-haired man halted at the threshold of the palace doors, turning back slowly. His dark gaze swept over Calista from head to toe, as if assessing a daring yet insignificant insect. His blond companion eyed them both with equal intensity, though a curious tilt of his head suggested mild amusement.


    Calista lowered her gaze to the man''s broad shoulders, unable to meet those piercing eyes. "We¡­lost our invitation. If it wouldn''t be too much trouble, could you allow us to enter with you?" She felt her courage evaporating at every syllable. "We''d be¡ªvery grateful."


    Silence hung in the air. Aurora, barely breathing, looked as though she might pull Calista away at any second. A flicker of irritation danced across the raven-haired man''s sharp features. It was as if he was deciding whether to indulge their request or snap their necks on the spot. Just as he opened his mouth¡ªlikely to refuse¡ªanother voice called out from behind them.


    "You may come in."


    Everyone turned to see a young man with short brown hair approaching. He wore a fitted blue-and-white suit, his dark blue eyes exuding warmth and confidence. His face held a hint of kindness that starkly contrasted with the fierce aura of the two men in black.


    Alexander¡ªif that was indeed the raven-haired man''s name¡ªswiveled his head to glare at the newcomer. Still, something about this brown-haired man''s presence commanded respect, and Alexander said nothing more. Instead, he cast Calista and Aurora one final, penetrating look before stepping into the foyer.


    Relief washed over Calista in a shaky wave, though she still felt as if she''d narrowly avoided a predator''s claws. Aurora gripped her arm, her own wide-eyed expression confirming that she, too, had sensed the danger.


    The brown-haired man gestured for them to follow him. "I''ll vouch for these two," he told the guards in a level tone. "You can consider them my guests."


    The guards exchanged uncertain glances but dared not argue. With curt nods, they stood aside, allowing Calista and Aurora to step into the grand entrance hall.

 Chapter 7 The Banquet (2)

    INSIDE THE BANQUET HALL


    The banquet hall hummed with laughter and conversation, while a refined orchestral melody drifted through the air. Nobles and dignitaries dressed in lavish garments crowded the space, their every movement suggesting a desire to outshine one another. Amid the bustle, Emily sat with her brother, Jacob, and their mother, Rachel, each quietly focused on the figure at the entrance: the prince.


    Emily wore a crimson gown meticulously decorated with subtle gold accents. Its fitted bodice clung from her shoulders to her waist, then flared gracefully below. Her silky hair was arranged in a sleek bun, leaving two curled strands to frame her face, and she completed the look with gold earrings and a matching necklace.


    Across from her, Rachel, dressed in an elegant green ensemble and equally ornate jewelry, watched her daughter with a measured calm. Jacob, in a sharp black suit, alternated between surveying the crowd and glancing at his anxious sister.


    "Mother," Emily said, taking a shaky sip of her drink, "are you sure the prince will choose me?"


    Rachel offered a reassuring look. "Your father asked you to trust him. I''m certain he''ll find a way."


    A moment later, Emily''s attention caught on a tall, fair-skinned young woman entering the hall. "Mother, look¡ªisn''t that the princess of the Blood Moon Pack?" she asked through clenched teeth.


    The princess wore a captivating-royal blue gown with silver jewelry that seemed to shimmer with an ethereal glow. Her long, silky hair was pulled back with structured curls into an elegant updo, and hazel eyes gleamed with a strange sense of power, distant, though she seemed to observe everyone curiously-yet distantly.


    Jacob followed his sister''s directive, turning his head to catch a glimpse. His heart skipped a beat. She was an ethereal beauty that left him breathless. His mouth went slack for a moment as the sight of her seemed to spark a fire he couldn''t explain.


    "Mother, I don''t like her," Emily murmured, recoiling her disgusted expression at the princess.


    "Something about her just... reeks of slyness and duplicity."


    Jacob''s protective instincts suddenly flared. He growled at his sister under his breath, "Grrrr."


    Emily flinched, staring at him, shock flashing across her face. "What is wrong with you?" she muttered, now both startled and irritated.


    Jacob turned fiercely, his hands grasping her wrist tightly. "I don''t want you saying anything about her again, understand?" he hissed, barely containing a growl in his voice.


    Emily''s breath caught, her anger flaring, but she didn''t expect her brother to act so... violently.


    "Jacob..." Her voice wavered, a mix of fear and confusion catching in her throat.


    Before the situation could escalate further, their mother intervened.


    "What was that all about?!" Rachel''s voice, sharp as a whip, caused Jacob to recoil. He let go and closed his eyes in apology, trying to shake off his aggression.


    A case of content theft: this narrative is not rightfully on Amazon; if you spot it, report the violation."I''m sorry, I need some fresh air," Jacob muttered, standing abruptly, his departure swift and cold. The tension in the air hung thick, leaving only discomfort.


    "What was that about?" Emily repeated, shock evident in her tone. "I''ve never seen him act like that."


    Rachel''s voice softened, but a hint of concern leaked through her calm exterior. "It''s the pressure, Emily. Jacob''s just feeling overwhelmed by tonight''s importance, we''ll talk later."


    "Can you believe it?" Emily flared, still rattled by this sudden change in her brother''s composure. "Maybe it''s because of that princess!"


    "Enough," Rachel whispered, shushing Emily, gesturing to her lips. "Keep quiet about that. It''s not worth it."


    Rachel rubbed her wrist where Jacob had manhandled her earlier, trying to calm her mind. "Why doesn''t the alpha king arrive already?" She mumbled, impatience creeping in.


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    Calista then caught her breath in surprise when she noticed Prince Ezekiel bow slightly toward the two strangers. "Welcome, King Alexander and Prince Ethan," he said politely, though a flicker of unease crossed his face.


    Recognizing the short temper of the demon king, Calista and Aurora bowed as well, each fighting the urge to recoil under King Alexander''s cold stare.


    Stepping farther into the hall, Calista marveled at its grandeur: gilded chandeliers, sweeping staircases adorned with flowers, and balconies overlooking endless, rolling hills. Every corner seemed designed to impress.


    Prince Ezekiel''s eyes immediately found hers, his sharp features devoid of any pretension.


    "I''m Prince Ezekiel," he said politely. "And you are?"


    Trying to steady her pulse, Calista extended a trembling hand. "I''m Cal," she said hastily, turning her gaze away from him, "And this is Aaron," she introduced Aurora, smiling nervously.


    Aurora''s cheeks flushed crimson.


    "It''s an honor to meet you, my prince," she exclaimed breathlessly, her voice rising higher in excitement.


    Calista winced slightly. Aurora was completely starstruck. Everyone knew about the prince, but for Calista, that didn''t change the discomfort she felt-she couldn''t help but notice the dangerous glint in the atmosphere. The oppressive air around the demon royals could practically be felt.


    They continued onward, each step taking them deeper into the lavish halls of the Alpha King''s palace, and unknowingly closer to the very forces that could shatter their disguises and their world.


    Suddenly, a low growl echoed through the room. One by one, the wolves in the banquet hall began to pick up on the strange vibe, their wolfish instincts awakening instinctually.


    "What''s happening?" Aurora whispered in confusion, her grip tightening on Calista''s arm.


    "What''s going on..." Calista muttered to herself, carefully maneuvering through the crowd to investigate. It didn''t take long to see the two ominous men again, now sitting comfortably in an alcove as the room shifted in hostility around them.


    The growls surged, and it was then she realized... the pack wolves were growling at King Alexander and Prince Ethan. Her heart sank as she noticed the deadly force surrounding these two men who seemed to relish the reaction.


    "Chill," the king said sardonically, swirling wine in his glass. " You don''t want anyone mistaking you for a rabid dog" His eyes were indifferent to the madness happening around him.

 Chapter 8 The Banquet (3)

    The way Alexander was unbothered by the sudden hostility, made Calista realise that he was not just any king. But who was he to make everyone edge on their toes? She wondered.


    " Lucas, we came here in peace and would love to congratulate the crown prince on his finding of his future bride" Ethan said as if he was trying to pacify the tension that was building up in the hall " I mean if he finds one" he added and took a sip from his drink.


    A loud growl came from Lucas" I just said you are not welcome " he jumped and transformed into a brown wolf in the middle of the air.


    Ethan held Lucas by his neck before throwing him across the room, Lucas crashed into chairs, before he turned back to his human form. The growling from the crowd became more aggressive.


    " You know you are not my match Lucas, not to talk of king Alexander, even your Alpha will think twice," Ethan said with a hiss, while Alexander swirls his cup around with a smirk on his face.


    Ezekiel, strode towards the scene, turned to address the pack member, Lucas, who had been forced to bear his humiliation. "Lucas," he commanded, "you will apologize to King Alexander. Now."


    Lucas growled with frustration, but the weight behind Ezekiel''s authoritative tone left him no choice. He bowed stiffly, his pride fractured under the eyes of every single guest. "I... apologize, King Alexander," Lucas muttered through gritted teeth, the words laced with humility.


    "It is okay, you all know I am generous and I don''t take things to heart," King Alexander said as he continued sipping from wine. His voice dripped with sarcasm.


    With the matter settled, the once- tense room seemed to relax, if only slightly. Yet, the low hum of discomfort remained.


    The alpha king entered the hall alongside his Luna. Beside him was Beta Mateo. The alpha king had a displeased look on his face and his Luna queen.


    The alpha turned around to face the crowd " I want to thank you all for honouring my invitation, you all are welcome, please enjoy the drinks and the food, let the party begin" he said with a forced smile on his face.


    He raised his glass in a mock toast, with a blatant glance at King Alexander. Caleb knew how to maintain appearances, though he couldn''t hide the strain in his eyes.The tale has been taken without authorization; if you see it on Amazon, report the incident.


    "I would also like to introduce our esteemed guests-King Alexander of the Demon Realm and Prince Ethan of the Dracrytian Empire." Caleb gestured toward the two noblemen who had silently watched the altercation, their posture unaffected.


    He has long black hair which was braided to the back, with a little left unbraided at the back. He has two braided hair falling to both sides of his face. He has brown eyes with a scary look, he wore a half mask which was on the left side of his face. He has a huge body stature, with a well built body.


    After the introduction, the guests went back to their chattering and the music started playing again, although the tension in the air was still there.


    Calista stood aside, watching this all unfold, her gaze continually drawn back to the still-growing tension in the room. Every few moments, her eyes flicked back to Alexander, the so-called "heartless" demon king.


    Calista''s eyes, throwing daggers at this mysterious man, " so this was the demon king that was said to have no heart, he is the most powerful demon in the realm, the very one who killed his father to take the throne, the one who kills for fun and have not one iota of sympathy or emotion!! and his best friend, the prince of Dragons clan, they both are the most wicked beings in the world, so these are the bad guys?" She mumbled to myself, as she made a mental note to stay far away from them.


    Although her werewolf family did not regard her as a family, she did not want to see any of them humiliated like this.


    She grabbed a drink and gulped it in one go, while still glaring at him even when her eyes were twitching, from the alcoholic taste of the drink .


    This was actually her first time drinking alcohol , she took another cup trying to gulp it in another go. In the blink of an eye, the demon was suddenly staring right back at her.


    Cough cough cough, she unconsciously choked on her drink, coughing some out. He continued staring at her with his dead glare.


    Calista gained the attention of the guests, who were now wondering where this uncivilised man came from. This was not good because she was supposed to keep a low profile.


    Calista and Aurora have both made sure to mask their scent, so as to avoid getting caught, by their scent..


    Aurora quickly came to her side " are you okay?" She asked worriedly as she patted her back, Calista wiped her mouth with the sleeve of her coat. " Can we leave now, we have seen your Prince Charming already" Calista asked as she could now feel Emily''s gaze on her.


    " No, we can''t, I haven''t found the chance to have a conversation with him yet" Aurora blatantly refused with a pouted lips.


    Calista couldn''t help but to stare at her in disbelief " our disguise might get discovered anytime, it''s a ticking bomb" Calista lowly yelled at her, she wondered how could her best friend be this shameless and reckless.


    "Can''t you trust me?" Aurora''s voice oozed with conviction. "I''ve got a plan."


    Calista''s body tensed further at the thought. A plan? Trust Aurora to have one. But if history had taught her anything, it usually meant more trouble on the horizon. She swallowed the rising panic in her throat, tempting fate would no longer seem like a wild adventure-it felt more like a deadly gamble.


    "If we get caught " Calista muttered lowly, "I''m blaming you!".

 Chapter 9 The Banquet (4)

    Calista''s heart pounded as she heard Aurora''s bold plan.


    "Let''s find a way to drug the prince," her friend declared with a mischievous glint in her eyes, "then I''ll lure him into a private room, spend the night with him¡ªwhile you slip away."


    Heat rushed to Calista''s cheeks. Even the distant orchestral music in the banquet hall seemed to waver, matching her unsteady pulse. "Aurora," she hissed, "that''s impossible¡ªand shameless! He''s an alpha-blood prince. A simple sleeping powder won''t knock him out. Besides, palace security¡ª" She cut herself off, realizing how futile it was to argue. Aurora always had a knack for outrageous schemes.


    Before her friend could respond, a pleasant voice cut through the background noise.


    "Cal? I''m glad to see you two here."


    Calista turned, momentarily startled to find Prince Ezekiel approaching with an easy smile. He had a refined presence¡ªtall, confident, yet carrying a friendly warmth that contrasted sharply with the tension radiating from the rest of the hall.


    "I hope you''re enjoying the party?" he asked, returning Aurora''s enthusiastic wave.


    "Yes, very much so," Aurora replied, beaming as if she might split her cheeks from smiling too hard. Calista tried not to roll her eyes.


    She shifted her gaze to Prince Ezekiel''s kind face. Emboldened by the wine tingling through her veins, she asked, "May I¡­ask a question?"


    "Of course." His eyes gleamed with curiosity.


    "Have you chosen anyone for the role of Luna yet?" Calista took another sip of wine, feeling uncharacteristically bold.


    The prince''s eyebrows lifted in mild surprise. "Not yet," he said, maintaining a friendly demeanor.


    Calista''s face lit up with a sudden, tipsy grin. "I know someone¡ªabsolutely stunning, smart, and with perfect proportions. You two would look amazing together." She punctuated her words with a hiccup, nearly spilling her wine.


    Aurora''s cheeks flared bright red. She quickly downed a glass of her own, clearly mortified that Calista was pointing right at her. Prince Ezekiel let out a polite, slightly flustered laugh.


    "You''re straightforward, I''ll give you that," he teased. He briefly rested a hand on Calista''s shoulder, causing her to jolt in surprise. She jerked away as though scorched, then joined in his laughter to mask her awkwardness.


    Sensing Aurora''s discomfort, Calista stepped closer to whisper, "Sorry," under her breath. Aurora didn''t reply, burying her face in her goblet instead.


    Prince Ezekiel glanced between them, then motioned for them to lean in. "Since I consider you both friends now," he murmured, "I''ll share a secret: There''s someone I''ve admired for some time."You might be reading a stolen copy. Visit Royal Road for the authentic version.


    Calista felt her insides twist. She locked eyes with Aurora¡ªwho suddenly looked like a deflating balloon. "Oh?" Calista managed. "Who?"


    Ezekiel hesitated, lowering his voice. "The second daughter of Beta Mateo. I''ve heard rumors that she has the rarest green eyes, incomparable beauty¡­and a certain fiery spirit. I''ve been hoping to meet her someday."


    Calista''s heart seemed to stop, then thundered back to life. He can''t possibly mean¡­me? Her thoughts whirled with alarm. She forced a quivering smile, dreading that her thin disguise might be failing.


    "I notice you have green eyes as well," Ezekiel pointed out, his tone light but his gaze keen.


    A cold sweat broke out along Calista''s back. He knows. He must know. She offered a shaky laugh, all traces of mirth gone from her expression. Aurora stared at her friend in shock, while Prince Ezekiel watched them with mild curiosity.


    Before anyone could speak further, a familiar voice disrupted the moment¡ªa voice that tightened Calista''s chest with dread.


    "Prince Ezekiel?"


    Calista froze, her stomach flipping. Emily. Her sister''s perfectly modulated tone always preceded trouble.


    Emily offered the prince a polite bow. "Would you care to dance?" she asked, batting her lashes in an overt attempt to charm him.


    Desperate not to be spotted, Calista spun around, tugging Aurora to do the same. Don''t look at me. Don''t look at me, she silently pleaded.


    Prince Ezekiel gave Emily a courteous smile. "I''d love to," he answered, then glanced at Calista and Aurora. "Forgive me. I''ll speak with you both again soon."


    Relief washed over Calista as he guided Emily toward the dance floor¡ªuntil Emily paused, curiosity bright in her eyes. "Are these friends of yours?" she asked, peering at their partially averted faces.


    "Yes. This is Cal, and this is Aaron," Prince Ezekiel introduced them with enthusiasm. Emily leveled a polite smile at the pair, though suspicion flickered behind her gaze.


    "It''s a pleasure to meet you," Aurora blurted, cheeks still crimson from drink. "We''ve heard a lot about your¡­beauty, Miss Emily." Calista nodded stiffly, praying her nerves didn''t show.


    Emily''s stare narrowed. "Indeed? Then, where exactly are you both from?"


    Ezekiel added with a curious tilt of his head, "Yes, I meant to ask you that as well."


    Calista ran a shaky hand over her fake beard, heart pounding louder than the banquet music. This disguise isn''t going to hold for long¡­


    "Cough, cough¡­" Calista cleared her throat, praying no one would see through their poorly chosen disguises. She turned, forcing a polite bow toward Emily and Prince Ezekiel. "We¡ªwe come from a small village," she blurted, voice breaking. "We just realized we have urgent business at home, so if you''ll excuse¡ª"


    "Wait!" Emily called sharply, halting Calista''s sentence mid-breath.


    That single word collided with the dread in Calista''s gut. We''re discovered. She glanced at Aurora, who looked equally panicked.


    Run," Calista whispered.


    They broke into a sprint, or at least what felt like one. The banquet''s lanterns blurred in Calista''s vision. She felt lighter, faster than usual, as if her wolf was stirring inside. Has my wolf finally awakened? she wondered.


    Yet to onlookers, the pair were merely staggering, nearly toppling chairs and colliding with a couple of startled guests who had to jump aside. Many watchers exchanged bemused shrugs, concluding that the two "young men" were thoroughly intoxicated. None bothered to stop them.


    As if to confirm that notion, Emily made a half-hearted move to intercept them, but Prince Ezekiel caught her by the wrist. "Let them go," he said gently. "We agreed to dance, remember?" He offered her his hand.


    Emily''s conflicted gaze lingered on the two fleeing figures. "Better not be you, Calista," she mumbled under her breath, slipping her hand into Ezekiel''s. Together, they moved onto the dance floor, though Emily''s eyes flashed with lingering suspicion.

 Chapter 10 mate, rejection

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    Meanwhile, under the moonlight and away from the swirling music, Jacob wrestled with his own turmoil in the palace gardens. Lush blooms swayed in the soft night breeze, their perfume mingling with the crisp air of early summer. Silvery moonlight fell across the grass, illuminating Jacob''s grimace as he knelt on the ground.


    "Let me out," snarled his inner wolf, a voice only he could hear. Claws of pain raked through his mind. His transformation threatened to burst forth.


    "No, not now," Jacob growled through gritted teeth. "I can''t let you run rampant in the Alpha King''s palace." His arms trembled, muscles corded with tension as he fought the shift. Droplets of sweat beaded along his temples.


    Why did I lose control earlier? he asked himself. When I saw that woman in the banquet hall¡­


    His wolf roared again, feral and insistent. "That was our mate. Why didn''t you claim her?"


    Jacob''s heart constricted painfully. He remembered the moment he''d locked eyes with a mysterious tall beauty at the edge of the hall. She was so captivating, he admitted silently. But then, Prince Ezekiel had been there, praising her¡­ Perhaps she was intended for the prince.


    "I think she''s¡­ taken," Jacob muttered, breath shuddering.


    His wolf howled. "You''re a coward. She belongs to us, not that prince. Let me free."


    Jacob''s muscles seized, a faint ripple of fur trying to surface along his arms. His eyes glowed, halfway shifted. I can''t let this happen here, he reminded himself, pressing his palms to the grass.


    Suddenly, a new scent wafted through the air, calm and soothing¡ªlavender touched by a hint of fresh dew. Jacob inhaled, the fragrance snapping his wolf''s attention. She''s here. His wolf stilled, every sense honed on the presence of that enthralling aroma.


    "If you try forcing your way out," Jacob warned his beast, "I''ll reject her on the spot."


    A low snarl echoed in his mind, but the wolf grudgingly backed down. Jacob exhaled shakily, standing to brush dirt from his trousers. With his senses hyper-alert, he padded deeper into the garden, following that enchanting smell until he glimpsed her standing by a marble bench, face tilted to the moon. Ava. Somehow, he knew her name before she even spoke. Her hazel eyes shone with subdued longing, and when she turned, his heart kicked into a gallop.


    They drifted toward each other like two halves of a magnet. "Mate," they murmured in unison, voices hushed by awe.


    Heat radiated through Jacob''s chest, his wolf thrashing with an urgent desire to claim her. He stepped forward, inhaling her comforting lavender scent. Ava''s eyes fluttered. She felt equally drawn, her own wolf pacing and snarling in her mind, desperate for his touch.


    Jacob tentatively placed his head in the crook of her neck, inhaling deeply. Ava trembled, her entire being electrified by his nearness. "Mark me," she whispered, goosebumps rippling across her skin.The narrative has been taken without permission. Report any sightings.


    A ragged growl of satisfaction escaped his throat. She''s perfect, he thought, brushing his fingers along her jaw. He let his hand linger on her cheek, savoring the softness. "You''re¡­ breathtaking," he admitted. "What''s your name?"


    "Ava," she replied, voice hitching. "And you?"


    "Jacob," he said. Their lips found each other in a tentative kiss, quickly blossoming into passion. The taste of her felt like home, and it ignited his wolf further.


    Ava pulled away long enough to gaze into his glowing blue eyes. "Mark me," she pleaded again, chest heaving.


    Jacob''s own eyes blazed. He placed his forehead against hers, letting her warmth seep into him. For a moment, it felt as though the entire world had vanished, leaving only them. Why does it have to be this complicated?


    Seconds later, his expression hardened, all emotion draining from his gaze. He straightened. "I reject you," he said, voice suddenly cold and detached. "We are no longer mates."


    Ava stared, wide-eyed, unable to comprehend the words. Before she could protest, Jacob staggered back, the swirl of heartbreak and guilt etched across his face. He shifted into a massive black wolf with blazing blue eyes, letting out a pained howl as he bolted across the garden and out of sight.


    The force of his rejection tore through Ava. She collapsed to her knees, clutching her chest. Silent sobs wrenched from her throat. The mate bond splintered inside her, leaving a raw ache where hope had once bloomed.


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    Outside the palace walls, Calista and Aurora finally reached the courtyard. Their frantic dash slowed as they stumbled over the cobblestones, hearts drumming like wild creatures. The fresh air was a balm to their flushed faces, though each breath burned with lingering panic.


    "That was too close," Calista muttered, casting a nervous look back toward the grand entrance. She could almost imagine Emily stomping after them, or Prince Ezekiel calmly deducing their true identities.


    Aurora''s cheeks shone red¡ªpartly from exertion, partly from the alcohol still coursing through her system. "We can''t stay here," she managed, voice slurring.


    A short distance away, a luxurious black carriage sat waiting, its regal lines and gold trim gleaming under the moonlight. It clearly belonged to someone of high status¡ªperhaps a visiting noble. Yet at this moment, neither Calista nor Aurora cared who it belonged to.


    "Let''s¡­ hide in there," Aurora said, pointing unsteadily at the carriage. She wobbled, nearly falling over.


    "In a noble''s coach? Have you lost your mind?" Calista hissed, eyes darting around for any patrolling guards. Still, the alternative¡ªremaining exposed in the courtyard¡ªseemed worse. "Fine. Just hurry."


    They clambered inside with far less grace than intended. The interior was upholstered in plush black velvet with minimal gold designs along the wooden arches. A faint perfume lingered in the air¡ªsomething expensive and foreign. Collapsing onto the soft seat, Calista pressed her palms to her temples in an attempt to steady the swirling in her head.


    A moment later, the carriage lurched. Evidently, its driver had taken the movement of the cabin door as a signal to depart.


    "Take us to Beta Mateo''s mansion," Calista rasped, though she wasn''t certain the driver could hear her. Perhaps he only recognized the creak of the wheels as an order to go.


    Aurora let out a shaky sigh, burying her face in her hands. Tears began trickling through her fingers. "You¡­ betrayed me," she slurred, shoulders trembling. "It hurts so much¡­ right here." She pressed her palm to her chest, where her heart pounded against her ribs.


    Calista''s own remorse surfaced. She knew Aurora had wanted a chance to speak with Prince Ezekiel, maybe even enchant him enough to earn a real invitation. Yet everything had gone off the rails. They''d barely escaped discovery by Emily, and now they were hiding in a stranger''s carriage.


    As the carriage rumbled away from the palace, each girl was lost in her own troubled thoughts. Calista''s mind flickered to the cryptic hint from Prince Ezekiel that he knew of Beta Mateo''s second daughter. Could he have been talking about me? she wondered, dread coiling in her stomach. How much did he see through our disguise?


    Neither of them noticed the ominous silhouette crossing the moonlit sky behind them, nor did they hear the distant, anguished howl that echoed through the night.

 Chapter 11 The demon’s Wrath

    "Aaaaaa!" Calista burst into tears, her sobs echoing in the small space. "I didn''t¡­ I didn''t mean to!" she wailed, her voice cracking with emotion. "I don''t even know why he likes me!" Her arms flailed dramatically as she opened them wide. "Aurora!" she cried out, beckoning her friend for a hug.


    Aurora didn''t hesitate, practically launching herself into Calista''s arms. "You wouldn''t betray me, I know you wouldn''t!" Aurora hiccupped, burying her tear-streaked face into Calista''s shoulder. "But it just feels so bad¡­ He was supposed to be my prince charming," she whimpered, biting her lower lip as tears streamed down her cheeks.


    Calista sniffled, pulling Aurora slightly out of the embrace and holding her at arm''s length. Her trembling hands wiped Aurora''s cheeks, though her own tears were flowing just as heavily. "I won''t marry him¡­ I promise," she said, crossing her fingers solemnly. Her green eyes shimmered with sincerity, even through the tears.


    Aurora let out another wail and hugged her again, gripping Calista as though she''d disappear if she let go. They were lost in their shared misery when a sharp, commanding voice shattered their moment.


    "Get out of my carriage."


    Both women screamed in unison, clutching each other in terror. "Ghost! Ghost! Ghost!" Aurora screeched, trying to burrow herself into Calista''s body. Calista turned her head slowly toward the voice, her movements stiff with dread.


    Her blood ran cold as she met the piercing gaze of the demon king, Alexander, and the dragon prince, Ethan, seated casually across from them. "Uh oh," she muttered under her breath, the realization dawning painfully clear.


    For a moment, Calista thought her eyes were playing tricks on her. "This¡­ isn''t real, right?" she whispered to herself. She tilted her head to one side, leaning forward slightly to confirm whether her mind was deceiving her. She leaned too far, almost toppling over, and quickly sat up straight, her face pale and wide-eyed.


    "Aurora," she said firmly, trying to sound convincing. "Don''t worry. They''re not real. It''s all in your head." She nodded to herself as if her words carried any weight of authority.


    Aurora wasn''t convinced. "But they''re staring daggers at us! How are they not real?" she squeaked, trembling so violently that the entire seat shook beneath her.


    Calista frowned, determination flashing across her face. "I''ll prove it to you." She stood¡ªor rather, staggered¡ªto her feet. Aurora clutched at her arm, mouthing a silent plea, but Calista gently pried her hand away. "Don''t worry. I know what I''m doing," she assured her friend, though her wobbling steps said otherwise.


    She staggered toward the demon king, stopping mere inches from his imposing figure. Her emerald eyes locked onto his dark ones, and she blinked at the endless abyss staring back at her. His gaze was unrelenting, cold, and devoid of emotion¡ªa pit of darkness ready to swallow her whole. She blinked rapidly and shook her head, breaking free from the trance.Stolen novel; please report.


    "You''re so handsome, Mr. Demon," she giggled, poking his cheek with her index finger. The audacity of her actions left Ethan frozen in place, his expression flickering between shock and barely contained amusement.


    "Are you really the rumored demon?" she asked innocently, her fingers now tugging at his cheek playfully, pulling it up and down like a curious child. Alexander remained utterly still, his face unreadable as she continued her antics. "You see, Aurora," she declared with triumph. "He''s not real! Look, no reaction!"


    Ethan''s shoulders shook as he fought to suppress his laughter. His lips pressed into a tight line, but his red eyes glimmered with unspoken mirth. This¡­ this is incredible, he thought, biting back the laughter threatening to escape. Alexander''s cold, terrifying aura paired with this drunken fool''s boldness was the most ridiculous¡ªand entertaining¡ªthing he''d ever seen.


    Calista''s eyes sparkled with delight. "This is the best moment of my life," she murmured, basking in the proximity of someone she believed to be a hallucination. She didn''t even notice the temperature in the carriage steadily rising.


    "Calista¡­ can you feel the heat?" Aurora whispered, her voice shaking. Beads of sweat trickled down her temples, her panic growing with every second.


    Alexander''s knuckles turned white as his fist clenched tightly at his side. The temperature rose even higher, the air becoming stifling. He radiated fury, his patience evaporating like water on hot coals. Calista blinked, finally registering the change in the air. Before she could react, a hand shot out and gripped her neck, cutting off her breath.


    Her hands flew to his, clawing and struggling desperately. "L-let go!" she gasped, her voice barely above a whisper. Tears welled in her eyes as she fought in vain to break free. Alexander tilted his head, his lips curling into a devilish smirk. The air around him grew heavier, oppressive, as if suffocating every living thing in the carriage.


    "Alexander." Ethan''s voice cut through the tension, his hand reaching to grab the demon king''s wrist. "For my sake, let him go," he said, his usual playfulness replaced with a solemn tone. A bead of sweat rolled down Ethan''s forehead as he tried to calm the volatile situation.


    Alexander''s glare shifted to his friend, irritation flashing across his features. "No!" he thundered, his voice reverberating through the carriage like a storm. The horses outside neighed in fear, their hooves stomping restlessly.


    The demon''s eyes burned with rage, darker than night, and Calista''s heart sank. Her body trembled as his grip tightened. This is it, she thought. This is the end.


    Ethan closed his eyes in resignation. "There''s nothing I can do," he muttered under his breath. But just as Alexander''s grip seemed poised to deliver the final blow, something unexpected happened. His hand loosened.


    Calista dropped to the floor with a thud, coughing violently as she scrambled backward, her entire body shaking. Her wide eyes locked on Alexander''s face, which was now contorted in disbelief. He stared at his hand as though it had betrayed him.


    "What¡­ just happened?" he murmured, his voice laced with confusion. Ethan''s jaw dropped slightly, his mind racing to comprehend what he''d witnessed. Did Alexander¡­ spare a life? The thought was unfathomable.


    "Who are you?" Alexander growled, his dark gaze narrowing on Calista. His voice dripped with venom, but there was an undertone of something else¡ªcuriosity, perhaps.


    Calista''s breath hitched as she stared at the demon king, unable to speak. "Stay¡­ away from me," she managed to choke out, clutching Aurora''s arm as though her life depended on it.


    Alexander stepped closer, his towering figure casting a shadow over her trembling form. "Tell me," he demanded, his voice sharp enough to cut through steel. "Who. Are. You?"

 Chapter 12 Weight of weakness and fury

    Calista sat frozen, her chest rising and falling with shallow, uneven breaths. The silence in the carriage was suffocating. She dared not speak, her voice trapped in the void of her trembling thoughts.


    "Alex," Ethan''s voice broke through the tension, cautious but firm. His gaze darted between his friend and Calista, weighing the delicate balance of the situation.


    Alexander''s hands were balled into fists, his knuckles white with restraint. "Let''s get some air," he muttered, his voice low and laced with barely contained fury. Every muscle in his body screamed for release, for destruction, yet something within him restrained him from unleashing his wrath on her.


    "Stop the carriage," Ethan commanded the coachman. The horses whinnied softly, and the carriage came to a smooth halt. Alexander stood, his dark eyes locking onto Calista one final time. His gaze burned into her soul, a silent promise that sent a shiver down her spine.


    "I will find you," he said, his words slow and deliberate, each syllable weighted with menace. Then, without another word, he leaped out of the carriage, his coat billowing in the night air. Ethan followed, throwing a glance back at the shaken girls before disappearing into the trees.


    The carriage jolted forward again. Calista remained motionless, her mind replaying Alexander''s words over and over, like a haunting melody she couldn''t escape. I will find you. The threat echoed in her ears, her body trembling as she tried¡ªand failed¡ªto suppress the fear clawing at her chest.


    Inside the carriage, the sobbing that had once filled the air had quieted into silence. Each girl was lost in her own thoughts. Aurora stared at her hands, guilt tightening her throat. I failed her, she thought, her stomach twisting with shame. I couldn''t even defend my best friend¡­ my sister.


    Calista, on the other hand, was numb. The flood of emotions she should have felt¡ªfear, anger, sadness¡ªwas drowned out by a suffocating void. She replayed the encounter with Alexander over and over in her mind, each repetition chipping away at her sense of self. She had been powerless, utterly at his mercy. The memory was like a weight pressing down on her chest, crushing her resolve.


    Aurora couldn''t take the silence any longer. "Calista," she whispered, her voice trembling. When she received no response, she tried again, louder this time. "Calista, I''m¡­ I''m so sorry. I failed you."


    Calista blinked slowly, as if coming out of a trance. She didn''t turn to look at Aurora, didn''t acknowledge the plea in her voice.


    "Please," Aurora begged, her voice cracking as tears welled up in her eyes. "Say something. Anything." She dropped to her knees on the carriage floor, clutching Calista''s hands. "I promise I''ll never let this happen again. I''ll protect you, no matter what."


    Finally, Calista turned her gaze to Aurora, her emerald eyes glassy with unshed tears. Slowly, she reached out and cupped her friend''s face, her touch gentle despite the storm of emotions swirling within her. "I don''t blame you," she said softly, her voice devoid of anger or reproach. "I have nothing against you."


    Aurora broke down, her head resting against Calista''s knees as she sobbed. Before she could respond, the coachman''s voice interrupted. "We''ve arrived."This tale has been unlawfully obtained from Royal Road. If you discover it on Amazon, kindly report it.


    The carriage came to a stop, and Calista stepped out, her movements robotic and lifeless. She turned to the coachman. "Please take my friend home. I''ll pay whatever it costs," she said, her tone flat and emotionless.


    The coachman nodded without question and steered the carriage toward Aurora''s home. Calista watched it disappear down the road before turning toward her own mansion. Her legs moved automatically, carrying her forward without conscious thought.


    The guards at the gate eyed her curiously but said nothing. They looked the other way, pretending not to notice her disheveled state as she walked past.


    Inside, the air was heavy with silence, broken only by the faint sound of muffled sobs. Calista followed the sound and found Jacob slumped on the floor in the sitting room. Empty bottles surrounded him like a graveyard of shattered resolve. His usually sharp appearance was disheveled, his hair sticking out at odd angles.


    Their eyes met briefly, both filled with unspoken pain. Neither said a word. It was as though an invisible wall separated them, each trapped in their own agony. Without a word, they looked away from each other. Jacob staggered to his feet, grabbing two fresh bottles of alcohol before disappearing down the hall.


    Calista turned and climbed the stairs to her room. Closing the door behind her, she approached the mirror. Her trembling hands reached for the clasps of her clothing, and as the fabric fell away, her gaze landed on the angry red mark around her neck.


    The sight of it sent a fresh wave of tears cascading down her face. Her fingers brushed against the bruise, and the memory of Alexander''s grip came rushing back in vivid detail. She sank to her knees, sobs wracking her body as the weight of her emotions finally broke through the numbness.


    "Why?" she whispered, her voice barely audible over the sound of her crying. "Why is it always me? Why can''t anything good happen to me?"


    Her chest heaved as she gasped for air between sobs. The questions poured out of her like a torrent. Why am I so weak? Why can''t I protect myself? Why doesn''t anyone stand by me?


    Her reflection in the mirror seemed to mock her¡ªbroken, powerless, and utterly alone. For the first time in years, Calista allowed herself to feel the full weight of her despair. The realization cut deeper than any wound: she hated herself. Hated her weakness, her dependency, her inability to fight back.


    ~~~~~~~~~~~~~


    Meanwhile, deep in the forest, a blood-curdling scream tore through the night. Flames engulfed the trees, their blazing light illuminating the dark sky.


    "Alex! Calm down!" Ethan shouted, shielding his face from the intense heat. The flames lashed out like wild beasts, threatening to consume everything in their path.


    Ethan pushed forward, summoning his own power to create a barrier against the inferno. But even as a dragon, the heat was nearly unbearable. Hellfire was unlike any ordinary flame¡ªit burned with an intensity that even he struggled to endure.


    "Alex, listen to me!" he yelled again, his voice barely audible over the roar of the fire.


    Alexander stood in the center of the chaos, his eyes glowing an unholy red. The flames around him burned hotter, shifting to an eerie blue hue that signaled the arrival of true hellfire. Ethan''s heart sank. If Alexander lost control completely, there would be no stopping the destruction.


    Finally, Alexander''s gaze snapped toward him. Recognition flickered in his blazing eyes, and with a guttural growl, the flames began to recede. The forest fell silent once more, the ground scorched and smoking.


    Ethan collapsed to his knees, gasping for air. "I thought I was about to become a roasted bird," he muttered, his voice dry with exhaustion.


    Alexander extended a hand to him, pulling him to his feet. "You should be grateful for my mercy," he said, his tone calm but his eyes still smoldering with anger.


    Ethan dusted himself off and gave his friend a pointed look. "What made you this crazy? The only time you lost control like this was¡­" He hesitated, quickly changing the subject. "Never mind."


    Alexander didn''t reply, but the tension in his posture spoke volumes. The encounter in the carriage had shaken him in ways even he couldn''t explain.

 Chapter 13 The prophesied child

    Ethan stood at Alexander''s side, glancing cautiously at his friend. The serene glow of the half-moon bathed them in pale light, illuminating their sharp, chiseled features. Around them, a haunting contrast unfolded¡ªburnt trees stood as solemn sentinels amidst hot charcoal and blackened debris, remnants of Alexander''s unleashed fury.


    "You don''t have to be cautious around me, Ethan," Alexander finally said, breaking the silence with a heavy sigh.


    Ethan hesitated, studying Alexander''s tense posture. "What happened?" he asked, his voice careful but curious.


    Alexander tilted his head toward the moon, his expression unreadable. "I''ve found the prophesied child," he said calmly, as though the words carried no weight.


    Ethan''s composure cracked, his eyes widening with shock. "What?" he blurted out, his voice rising. "How? Where?" He stepped in front of Alexander, panic flickering in his eyes. "Why are we standing here, Alex? Let''s end this now¡ªright now!" His voice was urgent, his concern evident. The prophesied child was the ultimate threat, one who could destroy Alexander''s reign. Ethan couldn''t bear to lose his closest friend.


    Alexander''s lips curved into a disdainful smirk. "Her?" he drawled, rolling his eyes. "It''s not a ''her.'' It''s a ''him.'' You''ve already seen him. In fact, you even pleaded for his life."


    Ethan froze, taken aback by this revelation. "What?" he stammered, struggling to piece together what Alexander was saying. His mind reeled as he tried to recall the events of the evening. "You can''t be serious¡­"


    Alexander let out a soft chuckle, extending his hand toward the sky as if trying to grasp the moon itself. "Oh, I''m serious," he said, his voice tinged with mockery. "I am never wrong, Ethan."


    "But¡ª" Ethan began, his protests faltering as Alexander''s words sank in. "What if you''re mistaken?"


    Alexander turned his gaze toward Ethan, his dark eyes narrowing. "I don''t make mistakes," he said, his voice low and menacing. The air around him seemed to grow colder, despite the lingering heat of the charred forest. "Tomorrow, we''ll complete our mission."


    Ethan could only nod, reluctant to argue further. He watched as Alexander closed his eyes, inhaling deeply as though savoring the calm before the storm.


    Yet, Alexander''s thoughts were far from calm. The image of him lingered in his mind¡ªthe trembling figure, the wide, fearful green eyes that seemed too expressive for a man. His neck had felt too smooth, too delicate under Alexander''s grip. And his scent¡ªsweet, fresh, and utterly intoxicating¡ªstill lingered in Alexander''s senses.


    "What a waste," Alexander muttered under his breath, clicking his tongue. His brows furrowed as he pushed those thoughts aside. "Let''s head back to the palace," he announced abruptly, turning on his heel.


    Ethan lingered for a moment, his gaze sweeping over the destruction Alexander had left behind. The blackened forest stretched out around them like a graveyard, smoke rising in soft wisps. "Poor trees," Ethan sighed dramatically, wiping at his eyes with mock sorrow. "Too bad you couldn''t run for your lives."Ensure your favorite authors get the support they deserve. Read this novel on Royal Road.


    "Ethan," Alexander called, his tone sharp.


    "What?" Ethan shot back, catching up to his friend. "I''m just saying, not everyone is as heartless as you."


    Alexander ignored him, striding purposefully back toward the palace.


    ~~~~~~~~~~~~~


    Meanwhile, at the Banquet


    The music swelled as Prince Ezekiel led Emily back to her seat after their dance. Her red gown shimmered in the golden light of the chandeliers, the fabric clinging elegantly to her form. Yet, despite her polished exterior, there was a flicker of frustration in her eyes.


    "Thank you for having this dance with me," she said, her voice laced with sweetness.


    "The pleasure was mine," Ezekiel replied politely, offering a small bow. But his next words shattered her carefully crafted composure. "Why isn''t your sister here tonight?"


    Emily stiffened, the question striking a nerve. She forced a smile, masking the displeasure that flared in her chest. "She wasn''t feeling well," she said, feigning concern. "Poor thing wasn''t able to join us."


    Ezekiel nodded, though his eyes held a glimmer of suspicion. "I would love the chance to meet her," he said softly, almost dreamily. His gaze drifted momentarily, as though lost in thought.


    Emily''s forced smile faltered. "Why are you so interested in my younger sister?" she asked, her tone sharper than she intended. She quickly added a coy smile, trying to mask her irritation.


    Ezekiel''s eyes refocused on her, his expression neutral. "I''ve always been curious about her," he admitted. "I''ve grown up knowing you, yet I''ve never had the opportunity to speak with her. You''ve always said she''s too frail to attend events."


    Emily''s jaw tightened, but she kept her expression pleasant. Ezekiel, however, was already lost in his thoughts, his mind traveling back to a memory that had stayed with him for years.


    ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~


    It had been a perfect summer day. The sky was bright and clear, with birds flitting through the air and the scent of blooming flowers filling the garden. Ezekiel, still a boy then, had accompanied his father on a visit to Beta Mateo''s estate.


    Wandering through the garden, he had spotted her. A little girl with fiery red hair that gleamed like flames in the sunlight. She wore a simple blue dress, her green eyes sparkling with unbridled joy as she chased butterflies across the lawn.


    Her laughter rang out like a melody, pure and infectious. He had watched her from afar, mesmerized. She had caught a pink butterfly on her hand, her face lighting up with delight as she brought it closer to admire its delicate wings. But when the butterfly flitted away, she ran after it, giggling with innocent determination.


    It was then that calamity struck. In her euphoric chase, she had collided with her older sister, Emily, knocking her to the ground. Emily''s cries of outrage had brought their father storming into the garden. Ezekiel had watched, helpless, as the little red-haired girl was scolded and punished for what had been an innocent accident.


    Even then, something had stirred in Ezekiel''s chest¡ªa desire to protect her, to be the knight who would save her from the unjust world around her.


    ~~~~~~


    "Prince Ezekiel?" Emily''s voice jolted him back to the present. He blinked, realizing he had been silent for too long.


    "I''m sorry," he said quickly, offering her a polite smile. "If you''ll excuse me, I must attend to the other guests." He bowed slightly and turned to leave before Emily could protest.


    "Prince¡ª" she started, but he was already gone. Frustration bubbled within her, her carefully laid plans slipping through her fingers. She clenched her fists under the table. "How is it always about Calista?" she muttered bitterly.


    Rachel leaned closer, her sharp eyes narrowing. "How did it go? Were you able to make an impression on him?" she asked.


    Emily shook her head, her smile bitter. "No, Mother," she admitted. "It was all about her."


    Rachel frowned, her gaze darkening. Without a word, she activated her mind-link with Beta Mateo. "Execute Plan B," she instructed curtly. Mateo, standing across the room, gave a subtle nod in response.


    The music quieted, signaling the next part of the evening''s program. All eyes turned to the center of the hall as Prince Ezekiel stepped forward. It was time for him to choose a bride.

 Chapter 14 The choice of a Luna

    Alpha Caleb stepped forward, his towering figure commanding attention. "The time has come," he announced, his voice booming across the grand hall. "The time for my son, the future Alpha of the Crescent Moon Pack, to choose his Luna, the woman who will rule beside him."


    The hall fell silent, tension rippling through the crowd. Excitement and anticipation were etched on every face. This was no ordinary ceremony¡ªthis choice would shape the future of the most powerful werewolf pack in the realm.


    Alpha Caleb gestured for Prince Ezekiel to step forward. Dressed impeccably, Ezekiel exuded authority and charm. "Thank you all for joining me tonight to celebrate this monumental occasion," Ezekiel began, addressing the crowd with a calm confidence that belied the storm brewing beneath the surface.


    Beta Mateo caught Ezekiel''s gaze and gave a slight, knowing nod. A smug smile crept onto the Beta''s face, sure of what was about to happen. After all, he had already secured Ezekiel''s agreement to choose Emily as his bride. Everything had been carefully arranged.


    Emily, seated at the front, busied herself with perfecting her appearance. She adjusted her hair and smoothed her red gown, her heart racing with anticipation. This is my moment, she thought, imagining herself walking up to Ezekiel''s side as the future Luna.


    Ezekiel''s voice rang clear and strong. "I, Ezekiel, the future Alpha of the Crescent Moon Pack, choose Calista, daughter of Beta Mateo, as my future Luna."


    The hall descended into stunned silence. The shock was palpable, followed quickly by an uproar. Confusion and disbelief filled the air, as whispers and gasps erupted from every corner of the room.


    Emily froze. Her world felt like it had just shattered into a million pieces. Her body trembled, and she sank back into her chair, shaking her head in denial. This isn''t happening. He can''t have chosen her, she thought, her nails digging into her palms. Anger and shame burned through her, her hatred for her younger sister consuming her entirely.


    Rachel was equally stunned, her jaw tightening as she stood to console her eldest daughter. She placed a hand on Emily''s shoulder, offering a whispered reassurance. But deep down, she was seething.


    Beta Mateo, however, was not one to stand idly by. He stepped forward, addressing the crowd with a calm, authoritative tone. "My prince, it brings me great joy that you would choose one of my daughters as your Luna. However," his voice grew louder, carrying a note of disdain, "we all know that Calista is a jinxed child. She does not possess the strength or resilience to lead alongside you."


    The crowd murmured their agreement, emboldened by Mateo''s words. He pressed on, his tone becoming more persuasive. "Why not choose my eldest daughter, Emily? She has already transformed into her wolf form before her eighteenth birthday¡ªa feat that is nearly unheard of. She is strong, capable, and has proven herself to be one of the most talented she-wolves in our history."Unauthorized content usage: if you discover this narrative on Amazon, report the violation.


    The murmurs turned into loud voices of agreement. "Beta Mateo is right," one guest shouted. "Calista is too weak to lead us."


    "She''s a jinx!" another added. "The Crescent Moon Pack deserves better."


    The tension in the room was thick. Ezekiel clenched his fists, his face betraying none of the pressure he felt. He could feel the weight of the crowd''s disapproval pressing down on him, but he refused to yield.


    "Enough!" His voice thundered through the hall, amplified by the power of his Alpha blood. The room fell silent as the guests cowered under his commanding presence. His once-calm demeanor was gone, replaced by an intensity that made even the strongest wolves tremble. His iris glowed crimson, his claws extended, and his fangs bared in warning.


    "I have made my choice," Ezekiel growled, his voice laced with raw authority. "Calista will be my Luna. Let me see who among you dares to challenge my decision."


    The hall was deathly quiet. Even Beta Mateo bowed his head in submission, though his jaw tightened in barely concealed rage. He had underestimated the prince''s resolve, but the battle wasn''t over yet.


    Alpha Caleb''s face darkened with anger, his displeasure evident. He had hoped his son would marry the princess of the Blood Moon Pack, forging a powerful alliance. Instead, Ezekiel had made a decision that defied not only his father''s wishes but also the expectations of the pack.


    "The party is over!" Ezekiel barked, storming out of the hall without another word. The tension lingered as the guests began to disperse, disappointment and unease thick in the air.


    ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~


    The throne room was bathed in the golden glow of candlelight, its regal atmosphere marred by the tension between father and son. Alpha Caleb sat on his ornate throne, his imposing figure radiating fury. Ezekiel stood before him, his expression calm but defiant. Beta Mateo lingered nearby, his face a mask of irritation.


    "What was the meaning of that?" Caleb roared, his voice echoing off the walls. He rose from his throne, his towering figure looming over his son.


    Ezekiel met his father''s gaze without flinching. "Father, I am sorry if I offended you, but Calista is the one I''ve chosen. She is the one in my heart."


    Alpha Caleb''s fists clenched. "You know as well as I do that Emily is the better choice. You''ve thrown away a golden opportunity to strengthen our pack. Do you realize what you''ve done?"


    Beta Mateo took a step forward, his voice dripping with frustration. "The future of this pack is at stake. Emily has the strength, the skill, and the respect of our people. Calista is weak¡ªshe has no place as Luna."


    "I said enough, Mateo," Caleb snapped, silencing him with a growl. "My son''s decision is reckless, but it will not stand."


    "Father¡ª" Ezekiel began, but Caleb cut him off with a menacing glare.


    "You will marry the princess of the Blood Moon Pack. That is final." Caleb''s voice was calm, but it carried the weight of absolute authority.


    Ezekiel''s jaw tightened. "I will not¡ª"


    "If you want to challenge my decision," Caleb interrupted, his voice cold and sharp, "then challenge me for the throne."


    Before Ezekiel could respond, the heavy doors of the throne room creaked open. Alexander entered, his presence commanding. "Oh, a family argument," he drawled, smirking. " That is a field my specialty, prince Ezekiel, you are welcome to ask for my advice ."

 Chapter 15 The warning

    A guard attempted to block his path, but Alpha Caleb''s curt mind-link sent him retreating. "King Alexander," Caleb growled, his voice laced with malice and restrained fury. His fists were clenched tightly, his knuckles pale from the strain.


    Alexander smiled lazily, his demeanor almost mocking as he strolled closer to the Alpha''s throne. "Oh, are you starting to worry?" he asked, feigning concern. "Don''t fret¡ªI could give you a few tips on how to lose gracefully. Who knows? You might even feel¡­nothing."


    "Mind your tongue, King Alexander," Beta Mateo snapped, stepping forward defensively, his own beast clawing at the edges of his control.


    Alexander''s sharp gaze shot toward Mateo, and in an instant, every hair on the Beta''s body stood on end. The sheer weight of the demon king''s aura was enough to make even the strongest werewolf falter. Mateo swallowed hard but refused to step back.


    "Prince Ezekiel, excuse us," Alpha Caleb ordered, his voice cold. Without a word, the prince bowed and left the throne room, though not without casting a wary glance at Alexander and his looming shadow.


    Alexander sauntered forward, each step deliberate, the tension in the room growing thicker with every movement. Alpha Caleb''s beast paced violently within, clawing to be unleashed. His claws elongated, itching to strike, but he held back¡ªfor now.


    "Do not overstep your bounds, King Alexander," Caleb warned, his deep voice rumbling like a distant thunderstorm. "You are in my land."


    Alexander stopped mere feet from the Alpha''s throne, his dark eyes glinting with amusement. "Oh? Is that so? Ethan," he called casually, never breaking eye contact with Caleb, "bring in the surprise."


    The doors creaked open, and Ethan entered with a smirk, dragging a bloodied figure behind him. It was Lucas, the leader of the royal guard, his body limp and covered in wounds. The moment Caleb saw him, his composure snapped.


    A thunderous crash echoed through the throne room as Caleb overturned a massive table in a fit of rage. His eyes burned a bloody red, his claws fully extended, and his fangs gleamed as he growled like a beast ready to strike.


    "Tsk, tsk, tsk," Alexander chided, wagging his finger. "I wouldn''t do that if I were you."


    Caleb''s monstrous voice boomed through the room. "Do you think you can leave here unscathed, demon? It''s just the two of you!"


    Alexander smirked, unfazed by the Alpha''s fury. "Oh, Caleb, must I remind you? I brought my elite soldiers. And, of course," his voice lowered, dripping with menace, "I can create portals between dimensions."


    The air in the room grew heavier, darker, as if reality itself bent under Alexander''s power. His eyes began to darken to an abyssal black. "Don''t provoke me," he warned, his tone icy.If you encounter this tale on Amazon, note that it''s taken without the author''s consent. Report it.


    Caleb''s beast thrashed within him, demanding blood. But the Alpha forced himself to calm down. He knew better than to face the demon king here, now. The memory of the scar on his face, a lasting mark of Alexander''s blade, was a bitter reminder of their last encounter. Not yet, Caleb thought. The time will come.


    He closed his eyes, swallowing his humiliation. "What do you want with him?" he asked, his voice strained.


    Alexander''s lips curled into a sinister smile. He walked over to Lucas, who lay barely conscious on the ground. "Save me," Lucas pleaded weakly, his bloodied face turning toward Caleb. But the Alpha turned his back, his fists trembling at his sides. Mateo averted his gaze as well, his jaw tight with guilt.


    Alexander crouched before Lucas, examining him like one might a broken toy. "You''ve served your purpose," he murmured, his finger hovering just above Lucas''s forehead. A faint blue light formed, glowing eerily.


    "AHHHHH!" Lucas screamed as intricate symbols carved themselves into his skin, lines tearing across his body as if drawn by an invisible blade.


    "Please¡­ spare me," Lucas begged, his voice hoarse, tears mixing with the blood dripping from his wounds.


    Alexander cocked his head, feigning thought. "Spare you?" he repeated, his tone mocking. "Oh no, I''m having far too much fun."


    Ethan leaned against the wall, watching with mild amusement. "It''s working perfectly," Alexander mused, nodding to himself. Then, without warning, he grabbed Lucas by the neck, hoisting him into the air with ease.


    Lucas gasped and choked, his body convulsing as blood spilled from his mouth. His legs dangled helplessly, his body beginning to smoke. "AHHHH!" Lucas''s final scream was cut short as his body disintegrated into ash, the faint echo of his torment lingering in the room.


    Alexander brushed the ash off his hands, a satisfied grin on his face. "A flawless experiment," he declared, laughing softly. He turned back toward Caleb. "Thank you for your patience, Alpha. I''ll take my leave now."


    As he strolled toward the door, he added under his breath, "Tomorrow, it''ll be the child''s turn."


    Ethan followed, but not before pausing near Lucas''s ashes. He bent down, placing a single chrysanthemum flower at the spot. "Consider this a warning, Alpha Caleb," he said with a polite smile. "We know what you''ve been up to. Don''t test us again."


    With that, the two demons exited the throne room, their presence lingering like a shadow.


    The moment they were gone, Caleb erupted. He roared in rage, destroying anything within reach¡ªtables, chairs, even the golden candlesticks. His growls reverberated through the room, his claws raking against the stone walls.


    Finally, he stopped, panting heavily. He walked slowly to the pile of ashes that had once been Lucas. Kneeling down, he scooped a handful of the ash into his palm, his fingers trembling. "I will avenge you," he vowed, his voice thick with emotion. "Rest in peace, my loyal friend."


    He stood, his eyes blazing with determination. "Mateo," he growled, turning to his Beta. "Tell them to hasten the plan. We strike soon."


    "Yes, Alpha," Mateo said, bowing deeply before leaving to carry out the command.


    ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~


    As the first light of dawn painted the sky in hues of pink and gold, Calista was jolted awake by a splash of freezing water.


    "Ahh! Let go!" she screamed, her voice hoarse with confusion. Before she could process what was happening, a maid yanked her hair, dragging her roughly to the floor.


    Her heart raced as she looked up to see Emily approaching, her eyes blazing with rage. "Sister, I didn''t¡ª"


    A sharp slap cut her off, the impact leaving her cheek stinging and red. "How dare you try to compete with me?" Emily hissed, her voice dripping with venom. Another slap landed, harder this time, splitting Calista''s lip.


    Blood trickled down her chin as she trembled on the floor. "Sister¡­ please," she whimpered, her voice breaking. "I didn''t do anything to offend you."


    But Emily''s fury was relentless. "You lowly thing," she spat, raising her hand again.

 Chapter 16 Betrayal and rescue

    Calista''s trembling hands reached for the maid pulling her hair, desperate to lessen the pain. She could feel her scalp screaming in agony, certain she''d go bald if this continued.


    Emily crouched in front of her, her grip firm on Calista''s jaw. Her amber eyes glinted with rage, jealousy dripping from every word. "Then tell me," she hissed, "why does the prince want you as his Luna Queen?"


    Calista''s voice shook as she answered, her breath uneven from fear. "That''s not true! I''ve never even met him," she stammered, tears forming in her wide green eyes. Fear clouded her entire being.


    "Lies!" Emily''s shout rang through the room, cutting through any ounce of Calista''s courage. Without warning, Emily flung her across the room with a force that made the walls shake.


    Calista''s fragile body collided with the wardrobe, the wood splintering on impact. Pain shot through her like lightning, and a wet cough escaped her lips as blood trickled down her chin. Her trembling fingers tried to push herself upright, but the ache radiating through her bones kept her paralyzed on the floor.


    Emily''s footsteps echoed ominously as she approached, her heels clicking against the polished wood. "You were at the party last night, weren''t you, Cal?" Emily spat, her voice laced with malicious satisfaction. Her lips twisted into a smile, but her eyes burned with hatred.


    Calista''s pale face froze in horror. She tried to crawl backward, away from the storm of anger headed her way. "Sister, please¡­ have mercy," she begged, her voice cracking. She dragged herself across the floor, but her strength was waning.


    Emily''s wicked smirk widened. "Mercy?" she mocked, crouching down. Her claws extended from her fingers with a sickening sound, glinting in the dim light. "I''m sorry, Cal, but mercy doesn''t exist in my world."


    ~~~~~~~~~~~~


    Outside the Beta''s mansion, a luxurious brown carriage came to a stop. Prince Ezekiel emerged, his regal posture matched by the striking sharpness in his blue eyes. He walked inside with a purposeful stride, paying no mind to the guards who respectfully bowed as he passed. He knew the mansion well enough to find his way without assistance.


    In the sitting room, Rachel sat leisurely sipping her tea, her face calm and composed. At the sight of the prince, she rose to greet him, her smile polite but lacking genuine warmth.


    "Prince Ezekiel," she greeted with a slight bow. He returned the courtesy with a brief nod.


    "Rachel," he replied, his tone flat. "I''ve come to see Calista."


    Rachel hesitated before responding, masking her displeasure with a soft chuckle. "Ah, Calista¡­ I''m afraid I wasn''t expecting you today, or I would''ve prepared tea."


    Ezekiel raised a brow, unimpressed. "Where is she? Could you inform her that I''m here?" he asked, ignoring her attempt at small talk.


    Rachel placed her cup down, her fingers tightening around the handle. "I''m afraid she isn''t available. She''s in seclusion, resting to recover from her illness," she lied smoothly, her expression unwavering.If you discover this tale on Amazon, be aware that it has been stolen. Please report the violation.


    Before Ezekiel could respond, a loud crash echoed from upstairs. He stiffened, his heart pounding as an unfamiliar dread washed over him. "What was that?" he demanded.


    Rachel''s face remained composed, though her eyes darted toward the ceiling. "It''s nothing to concern yourself with," she said, stepping in front of him. "These things happen in a large household."


    But then came the sound of a growl, followed by a blood-curdling scream. Ezekiel''s face hardened, his jaw tightening as he pushed Rachel''s hand away. Without another word, he bolted toward the commotion.


    ~~~~~~~~~~~


    Calista''s cries pierced the air as Emily''s claws raked down her back. Pain erupted through her body, and blood gushed from the fresh wounds, staining the floor beneath her. Stars danced in her vision, and her breaths came in ragged gasps.


    The maids in the room gasped, some covering their mouths in shock. Others turned their heads away, unable to bear the gruesome sight of Emily''s cruelty.


    Emily stood over her sister, her chest heaving with exhilaration. She reveled in the sound of Calista''s screams, a twisted satisfaction lighting her face. "You think you can steal what''s mine, Cal?" she sneered, raising her claws again for another strike.


    But her hand froze mid-air.


    "HOW DARE YOU?" A thunderous voice echoed through the room, its authority shaking everyone to their core.


    Emily turned, her face pale as Prince Ezekiel stormed in, his piercing gaze burning with fury. His fists clenched at his sides, and his aura radiated an intensity that made the air feel thick and suffocating.


    Calista barely registered his presence. Her vision blurred, and the pain threatened to consume her. She felt a gentle hand on her cheek and heard his worried voice. "Are you okay?" he asked, his tone filled with concern.


    Emily stammered, "P-Prince Ezekiel? I¡­ I can explain!" But her words fell on deaf ears. He ignored her completely, his attention solely on the broken figure of Calista.


    Tears streamed down Calista''s face, not just from the pain but from the realization that someone¡ªsomeone¡ªcared enough to worry about her. It was a foreign feeling, one that overwhelmed her fragile heart. She opened her mouth to speak, but before she could utter a word, the darkness consumed her, and she fell unconscious.


    Ezekiel''s face darkened further as he gently picked her up, cradling her limp body in his arms. Without sparing Emily another glance, he turned and stormed out of the room, his footsteps echoing down the hall.


    Emily dropped to her knees, her mind spinning with disbelief. Tears streamed down her face as the weight of her actions¡ªand their consequences¡ªsank in. "He''ll never forgive me," she whispered brokenly, clutching her head in her hands. "He''ll never see me the same way again."


    Rachel watched from the doorway, her face grim. She said nothing as she turned away, leaving her daughter to wallow in her shame.


    ~~~~~~~


    Outside, Ezekiel transformed into a massive white wolf with piercing blue eyes. He placed Calista gently on his back, ensuring she wouldn''t fall. Then, with a powerful push of his legs, he took off at a breathtaking speed, the world blurring around him.


    The wolf dashed through the woods, his paws thundering against the earth. His heart raced with worry as he felt the faint rise and fall of Calista''s chest. He couldn''t let her die. He wouldn''t let her die.


    Minutes later, he reached his private residence at the palace, rushing inside without hesitation. His trusted maids scrambled to their feet as the massive wolf entered, carefully lowering the unconscious girl onto a soft bed.


    "Do whatever it takes to save her," he ordered them after shifting back into his human form. His voice was calm, but his eyes betrayed his desperation.


    The maids immediately set to work, cleaning her wounds and applying healing balms. They whispered among themselves, noting how deep the claw marks were. "Who could be so cruel?" one muttered, shaking her head as she cleaned the bloodied wounds.


    Another maid frowned. "Her wolf hasn''t awakened yet," she said softly. "That''s why she isn''t healing."


    Ezekiel''s hands tightened into fists as he watched from the doorway. His eyes burned with a determination that could rival the fiercest storm. "I won''t let anyone hurt you again, Calista," he vowed under his breath. "Never again."

 Chapter 17 Secrets unfold

    The towels in the room were soaked with blood, and the water in the bowls had turned a deep crimson. It was a battle against time, a fight to save Calista''s life.


    At the entrance to the room, Prince Ezekiel paced back and forth, his hands behind his back. His face appeared calm, but his tightly clenched jaw betrayed his inner turmoil. His mind raced, unable to shake the image of Calista lying in a pool of blood. The thought made his heart ache, his anger bubbling just below the surface.


    He gritted his teeth. How could Emily be so cruel? He vowed to ensure she paid for what she had done. But for now, all he cared about was Calista. His heart was in his throat as fear clawed at him. What if I''d been just a few seconds later? The thought was unbearable. He shook his head, trying to dispel the rising panic. He was grateful he had gotten to her in time, though the guilt of not preventing her pain gnawed at him.


    ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~


    At Beta Mateo''s Mansion


    The atmosphere in Jacob''s room was suffocating. The air reeked of alcohol, and shattered glass littered the floor. The room was a mess, reflecting the chaos inside Jacob''s mind. He sat in the corner, disheveled and hollow-eyed, his hair unruly and his beard seemingly grown overnight.


    His beast had shut him out completely, retreating into silence after Jacob had rejected their mate. Now, he was left alone with the weight of his actions, and it was suffocating.


    Images of Ava haunted him. Her scent lingered in his mind, intoxicating and unforgettable. He clenched his fists as a mirage of her smiling face appeared before him. "Ava?" he whispered desperately, his voice hoarse and broken. He reached out to touch her, but the vision disappeared, leaving him grasping at nothing. Tears spilled down his face like molten lava, searing his soul with regret.


    Gripping his hair in despair, Jacob let out a guttural cry, his heart shattering further. He had lost her, and the pain was consuming him from the inside out.


    ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~


    In the mansion''s sitting room, Beta Mateo stood trembling with fury. The news of Emily''s actions had reached him, and his rage was palpable. "How could you be so reckless, Emily?" he roared, his voice echoing through the room. "You''ve ruined everything!"


    He grabbed the edge of a table and hurled it against the wall, the crash startling both Rachel and Emily, who stood frozen in fear. Rachel''s face paled, knowing she had also played a part in this disaster.


    "I didn''t think she''d go that far, Mateo," Rachel tried to explain, her voice wavering. But Mateo wasn''t having it.


    "You were supposed to keep her in check!" he shouted, stalking toward her. His bloodshot eyes glared with barely contained malice. He grabbed her jaw, his grip firm. "I won''t let you or your daughter ruin my plans. Do you understand me?" His voice dripped with menace.You could be reading stolen content. Head to the original site for the genuine story.


    Rachel''s eyes darted nervously, and she nodded quickly. "I''m sorry, Mateo. I didn''t know."


    Emily fell to her knees, tears streaming down her face. "Father, punish me. It''s my fault. I let my emotions get the better of me," she pleaded, her claws digging into her palms so deeply that blood dripped onto the floor.


    Mateo released Rachel, who exhaled in relief, and turned his attention to Emily. "You said Ezekiel took her away?" he asked, his mind racing to form a new plan.


    "Yes, Father," Emily confirmed. Her voice trembled, but beneath it was a bitterness she couldn''t hide. "What do we do now?"


    Mateo''s lips curled into a calculating smile. "The prince won''t be able to protect her for long. Don''t worry¡ªthis changes nothing." He looked down at Emily, his tone softening slightly. "Stand up. I won''t punish you for today, but control your temper. I won''t tolerate another outburst."


    Before their conversation could continue, a guard rushed into the room. "Alpha Mateo, King Alexander and Prince Ethan are here," he announced breathlessly.


    Mateo stiffened, his veins pulsing with tension. "Bring them in," he commanded. He turned to Rachel and Emily, silently signaling them to compose themselves. They all stood as the demon king and the dragon prince entered the room.


    King Alexander entered with his usual air of dominance, his sharp eyes scanning the room. His fingers lightly traced one of the paintings on the wall as if he had all the time in the world. Behind him, Prince Ethan followed, his smirk as chilling as the cold breeze that seemed to follow them.


    "King Alexander, Prince Ethan," Mateo greeted, bowing low. Rachel and Emily mirrored the gesture, though their bodies were tense with unease.


    Alexander ignored the pleasantries, his piercing gaze landing on Mateo. "We''re looking for a man with green eyes," Ethan said smoothly, his tone deceptively polite. But his smile didn''t reach his eyes.


    Mateo feigned confusion. "A man with green eyes? There''s no such person here," he lied. His tone was even, but his pulse betrayed his nerves.


    Ethan tilted his head, his skepticism evident. "Are you certain? We wouldn''t have come here if we weren''t sure," he said, his voice like velvet masking steel. "Just hand him over, and we''ll be on our way."


    "I assure you, no such man exists in my household," Mateo insisted.


    Emily''s eyes widened in realization, and a sly smile spread across her face. "Oh, I know who you''re looking for," she said, drawing Alexander''s attention.


    His dark gaze pinned her in place. "And who might that be?" he asked, his voice low and dangerous.


    "It''s not a man," Emily replied, her smirk deepening. "It''s a woman. My younger sister, Calista."


    Alexander and Ethan exchanged a knowing glance, their suspicions confirmed. Alexander''s lips curled into a sinister smile. He stepped closer to Emily, his imposing frame towering over her.


    "Where is she?" His voice was a growl, and his aura grew suffocating.


    Emily gulped, her confidence faltering. She bit her lip, stealing glances at his face. "Prince Ezekiel took her to his residence," she finally admitted.


    Alexander turned to Ethan. "Let''s go," he said curtly before striding out of the room, his presence leaving an oppressive silence behind.


    As the door closed behind them, Mateo turned to Emily, his brows furrowed in confusion. "What''s going on, Emily?" he demanded.


    Emily clenched her fists, her nails digging into her palms. "I told you, Father, Calista always ruins everything."


    Mateo''s mind raced as he tried to make sense of the situation. Whatever the demon king wanted with Calista, it couldn''t be good. And whatever was coming next, it would change everything.

 Chapter 18 Angel of death

    Emily told her father everything that happened " we don''t have to do anything for now, we will let king Alexander do the job for us, I heard he doesn''t show any mercy" Emily words brought satisfaction to their heart.


    " She made a terrible mistake of offending king Alexander" Rachel added before sitting down elegantly on the couch.


    " There is no way out for her, this time around" Emily laughed out in satisfaction. Her nemesis''s life will soon be over.


    ~~~~~~~~~~~~


    In a dimly lit room, there was a lady lying on her stomach in the bed that was draped with white sheets, her face facing a side, her face looking pale and her lips charred.


    A man was sitting at the edge of the bed, he held one her hand, carefully caressing it.


    His tender eyes were looking at her attentively, waiting for her to wake up, waiting patiently to hear her voice.


    ...


    In the northern part of the palace, was a man standing in the corridor of his room.


    His hair were dishevelled by the wind, a man wearing black hooded robes appeared behind him.


    " Is it true?" the man asked the hooded man, as he placed his hands inside his pocket.


    His eyes gazing over the horizon of the sky and mountains.


    " Yes my lord" my hooded man answered with a bow. With a wave of his hand, the hooded man left disappearing into thin air.


    The man took a deep breath with his eyes closed, it seems like destiny is truly hard to play with, but he wasn''t going to accept it without a fight.


    Ethan walked out of the room to meet Alexander who was standing in the corridor.


    " We should execute her tonight " he voiced in concern.


    " No not yet, I will kill her with my bare hands" he said looking at his hands.


    " I heard that she was almost killed by her sister, we can just do her a favour and end her misery for her" Ethan probed further, he didn''t want to take any chances.


    Deep down he was scared that his best friend Alexander might end up falling for her.The genuine version of this novel can be found on another site. Support the author by reading it there.


    It is not like that is not a good thing but she will be the cause of his death. It was better to not fall in love, Ethan thought to himself.


    " I said no, let''s see what the werewolves are going to do with her first" he sounded so calm and tranquil, as if his life was not at stake.


    ....


    On a bright afternoon, the sun was happily shining its light, and the melodic music of the birds could be heard.


    Calista''s fluttered, opening and closing, each time her view seemed blurry but was getting better.


    The room was so bright and an angel was standing in front of her, " am I dead?" She murmured to herself.


    " Are you here to take me to the afterlife?" her weak voice asked in full curiosity.


    The angel''s face that looked expressionless were a little contorted with confusion, at her question.


    " It''s okay I am ready to go" she said with a sad smile, she closed her eyes, stretching her hand out, " take me".


    " Shouldn''t you ask for a second chance, so you can have your revenge?" he asked with a bored look.


    Calista opened her eyes at the familiar voice, she tried to get a better look at this angel whose aura was malicious and overwhelming.


    But she couldn''t, the bright light from the window obstructed her vision, he looked so ethereal " Are you an angel of death?" She asked with a tinge of fear in her heart.


    " Yes," he answered firmly. She panicked " am I going to hell? I didn''t do anything wrong" her eyes widened in disbelief.


    She squirted her eyes at the angel who chuckled at her, he had a smirk on his lips, those lips that looked like that of a forbidden fruit.


    " Are you willing to follow me to hell?" He asked casually but she felt the words were more than what he meant.


    Before she could answer him, the door opened suddenly, the maid who opened the door cried out in surprise " you are awake".


    She bolted out of the room in hurry to share the good news.


    She turned to look at the angel but he was already gone, she blinked at the empty space " was that a dream" she muttered.


    " I am still waiting for your answer, I will ask you again, make sure to give me your answer" the angel''s voice filled the room, but his figure couldn''t be seen.


    Calista tried to stand up, but was soon struck by a tremendous pain in her back.


    She groaned in pain, and prince Ezekiel ran inside the room " Calista! You are awake" he cried out happily.


    He gently help her sit upright, his touch careful and comforting . " Are you okay? Do you feel any pain?" His words tumbling out in a rush.


    His eyes were brimmed with happiness.


    " I am fine" she said softly, though her back throbbed with pain. She pulled her hand away from his, feeling flustered. " it just¡­ my back hurts a little".


    "Someone get the healer!" Ezekiel barked, his voice commanding.


    He brushed a strand of her hair out of her face, tucking it behind her ear. His touch sent a wave of warmth through her, and she felt her cheeks flush. "Can you stop doing that? It makes me feel nervous," she muttered.


    "thank you for saving me" she was really grateful, but being alone in the room made her feel a little awkward.


    She has never been alone with a man before, she was gazing at the ceiling as if there was something interesting on it.


    Ezekiel smiled, his gaze softening. "You don''t have to thank me," he said. "It''s my duty as your future husband."


    Her eyes widened in shock. "Future husband?!" she blurted, wincing as she strained her back. "You? How? When?" Her questions came in rapid succession.


    She froze as Emily''s taunts echoed in her mind. "So you really chose me as your future Luna?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.


    Ezekiel nodded, his expression resolute. "I did. And I don''t regret it for a second."