TRIGGER WARNING!!!

This book is a very dark romance. Alpha Keegan is everything 18+, and he enjoys being bad without craving repentance.

If you're not into dark romance, in the name of everything holy, please do not read this!!!

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"My darkness is coming. Not even the brightest torchlights can shield you from it," he said with the most cruel smile she had ever seen, "You are like heaven, yet I crave to drag you into the depths of Hades with me... Why, little one?" His warm breath caressed her neck, a whimper escaping her lips.

...

Alpha Keegan, a ruthless man who carries the anger of a thousand men, was feared and respected by even Alphas older than him. He prided himself in being evil and held no desire for redemption.

He took extreme pleasure in executing witches as they were a stain to the world.

Sheera, an extremely beautiful lady, wanted nothing but a happy life. But her beauty became her curse when she was brought to serve a man whose icy heart craved only the taste of her innocence. Alpha Keagan.

She wished to get far away from him because she knew for sure he'd have her killed the moment he discovered her biggest secret. But he wouldn't let her go. Not when he wasn't done tainting her very soul.

Keegan's dark heart had no place for love.

Pleasured by six mistresses, he never knew that one of them was THE CURSE while another was THE BLOOD.

What happens when he finds himself obsessed with Sheera beyond comprehension? And what happens when he finds out Sheera's secret, which unleashes his worst nightmare? Was Sheera the CURSE or the BLOOD?

This would be the most twisted, suspenseful book you'd ever come across. Brace yourselves!

The Fortress

Sheera's heart drummed in her chest as she stood beside the window, her eyes feeding on the crowd gathered just outside. It was as though, the entire pack members were present, because the crowd was like none she'd ever seen.

The high position of the room she was in gave her an advantage of a panoramic view of the unfolding scene. At that moment, she forgot all about her predicament and focused on the predicament of the one that'd been found guilty.

Shortly, the young lady was dragged out by the Pack Keepers to the center of the gathering on the raised platform. She was roughly dropped on her knees, her hands bound behind her with Moly ropes.

Moly was their weakness. It was often used on her kind to weaken them.

The girl, barely more than a wisp of a thing, knelt on the raised platform. Her unbound dark hair hung limp and tangled, framing tear-streaked cheeks. Shame and terror leeched from her hunched form.

Sheera felt a tremor course through her. Fear, not for herself, but for the young woman who stood condemned in the heart of the frenzy.

A hush fell over the crowd as a cloaked figure emerged. Tall and imposing, his form was shrouded in a black robe that flowed behind him like a predator's cape. A black hood concealed his face, but the glint of his sword sent shivers down Sheera's spine.

This was Zandov, the hunter – a man whispered about in hushed tones.

Her gaze was riveted on him, her eyelids barely blinking.

The crowd gasped and murmured when he drew out his two - edged sword from its sheath. He turned to the young lady who was whimpering on her knees, her head dipped.

"Today, we are about to witness the execution of an enemy!" Someone declared - someone Sheera couldn't see.

She figured he was standing on a part of the stage her eyes could not see. But in such cases, she heard it was the Alpha's Beta that always did the talking.

"For centuries, we have guarded ourselves against the witches and will not fail now of all times. The North is no place for witches! It has no place for such foul magic. We do not care if you get rejected in every part of the earth. The North shall never be a place you call home!"

The crowd cheered in agreement.

"Nerfetiti, I shall give you one last chance to speak. Do you have any accomplice with you? Be rest assured they shall be sought after and executed just like you are about to."

The young lady didn't even lift her gaze.

A moment passed.

"Let the execution commence, then!" The Beta announced.

The crowd roared in approval.

The keepers went towards the lady and guided her head to the stake.

Zandov, his sword already in his hand, aimed it at her neck before lifting it high in the air. Sheera squeezed her eyes shut, unable to look any further. It'd haunt her if she did.

She knew the execution had taken place when a collective gasp, sharper and more final than the earlier one, washed over the crowd. Strength drained from her legs like water from a punctured bucket.

With shaky hands, Sheera slammed the window shut, the clatter barely registering over the roar of the wind and the chilling pronouncement that echoed in the room. She shut out the voice of the Beta who had continued talking on the dangers of harbouring a witch in the Pack.

She underwent a sudden wave of panic. She helped herself to the bed where she sat with her hand on her chest, taking very deep breaths to calm herself.

It was her first time witnessing an execution. She'd never known a witch nor been in support of one, but somehow, she felt the world was a very cruel place for them. They were banished from almost every part of the earth with execution being the penalty for anyone found. As a result, the witches were going into extinction.

Sheera felt bad for them, although she couldn't exactly blame the wolves for making such decisions against them, considering the history they shared.

Fear danced a jig on Sheera's fingertips, leaving them weak and trembling. It wasn't until a while later when she became calm that she realized she had her own problems. She'd almost forgotten the reason she was there - in the Pack's Fortress. In that room.

She looked around, her panic taking a new turn.

She cast a frantic glance around the austere room, her earlier fear morphing into a new, prickling anxiety. She had only been brought in a while before the execution, and no one had come to see her yet. Someone like her was not supposed to set foot in the Pack Fortress. But it was different.

The sudden creak of the heavy oak door sent a jolt through her. A Keeper showed up first, his face a mask of stoicism. He stepped aside to reveal a figure who stole the breath from Sheera's lungs.

The Keeper stepped away for the grand Luna who walked further and stood in the doorway.

She had all the grace Sheera had heard about - eyes of fire, aura of fear. And above all, she looked as mean as they had said.

Unlike others, the grand Luna didn't need to fake 'kindness'. She was wicked at heart and carried it with pride.

She was heavily dressed and adorned with the best jewelries. She was almost like a wonder.

Sheera scrambled to her feet, clasping her palms together.

As the grand Luna walked in, Sheera noticed two servants were behind her, holding her dress form rolling on the floor. It was that long.

She lowered her head when the woman got close, looking so intimidating.

"Gr... Greetings, grand Luna." There was a tremor in her voice.

Luna Valkyrie gave a curt nod, her lips twisting in a sneer.

She circled Sheera like a predator inspecting its prey, her fiery gaze stripping away any semblance of composure. "Hm," she finally spoke, her voice a silken whip. "So, it is you."

Valkyrie stopped in front of Sheera, careful to maintain a distance. "You bear an uncanny resemblance to your traitorous father," she spat, the word dripping with venom. "If I had known, I would have brought you here as a servant, rather than..." a flicker of disgust crossed her face, "...my son's plaything."

Valkyrie circled Sheera once more, the disdain in her eyes hardening into something akin to cruelty. "But this - this should do. At least your body would never be respected by any man. You deserve it."

Sheera flinched, the words a fresh sting on top of the raw ache in her chest.

In three seconds, relief washed over her as Luna Valkyrie turned towards the door. But the Luna, as though sensing Sheera's fleeting hope, paused right in front of the door.

"Look at you," Valkyrie drawled, her voice laced with disgust. "All shaken up. You had best not be repulsive when my son, the Alpha, decides to do as he pleases with you."

She walked back to where Sheera was and yanked off the jewelry around her neck. Sheera gasped when this happened. No! That had been given to her by her mother, and she had gotten it with all the money she had because she wanted her to look good on her first day in the Fortress!

She looked at the Grand Luna painfully and wished she could demand for it.

The grand Luna regarded the necklace with a wrinkled nose, the silver glinting like a mockery in her hand.

"I shouldn't even be touching that," she muttered, tossing it dismissively to one of the flustered servants. "Never forget your place, girl." With that final barb, the Luna swept out of the room, leaving behind a suffocating silence and Sheera trembling with a newfound anger.

Sheera exhaled deeply, succumbing to the weight of sadness as she plonked herself back to the chair. I should never have been born. All thanks to her father for betraying the late Alpha and making his family the most hated. Now, at twenty-three, she had been chosen to pay the price by becoming a plaything for a ruthless Alpha who had two mistresses.

Sheera wanted to scream. She had too much to worry about.

Out of habit, her hand reached for the only remaining necklace nestled against her skin. It wasn't much, a simple leather cord with a smooth, black stone.

She sighed in relief, grateful the Grand Luna hadn't taken that as well. She probably didn't as it looked too cheap and dirty. That was one thing Sheera couldn't let go of.

According to her mother, she's had it on from birth and was brought up to keep wearing it. Her mother always told her something bad would happen if she ever took it off.

Sheera couldn't understand back then and had been curious. But now, she had gotten to fall in love with it and seemed to find solace in it each time her heart was troubled.

A creak on the other side of the door drew her attention. A Keeper, his face stoic, stood waiting. "Come with me," he instructed, a curt nod towards the door.

Sheera rose, her chin held a little higher this time. She picked up her bags and followed him.

The Fortress was bigger than she heard. People like her never get the privilege to walk through the Fortress gates, not unless you're a servant.

It was only on rare occasions when a major festival was being held that they could be in attendance. And well, Sheera's family had always been exempted as a result of her father's crime. They'd been neglected for too long.

Perhaps, she should be happy that she was finally granted the privilege of staying in the Fortress. Only problem was, she was no different from a slave.

The Keeper led her into a small room which had really small properties. Sheera didn't need anyone to tell her it was hers. Just befitting.

"Stay here and await further instructions," the young man stated and left.

The Pack Keepers were men that worked for the Alpha and guarded the Pack. They were well - respected and feared by the Pack members.

Sheera looked around before settling on the bed. It wasn't too good for someone who was going to become a 'plaything' for the Alpha, but it was better than what she and her family had.

She clasped her palms together and prayed to the goddess of the moon, asking for her time in the Fortress not to be as difficult.

****†****†

The young Mistress Odessa only had a red transparent robe on and was lying on the Alpha's bed when the grand Luna swung the door open and walked in.

Odessa scrambled to her feet, a deep bow masking the simmering anger beneath her carefully constructed facade. She hated the Luna's habit of barging into the Alpha's chambers, especially when she was present. Imagine she and the Alpha had been intimate...

Valkyrie's cold eyes raked over Odessa from head to toe. The inspection was dismissive, laced with a disdain that spoke volumes.

"Where is the Alpha?" She asked.

"He was summoned to the court," Odessa replied, a slight frown creasing her brow.

"And if he's gone," Valkyrie pressed. "why are you here? Tell me, Odessa, doesn't the constant… intimacy with the Alpha grow wearisome? Especially since you have nothing to show for it. Don't you ever feel a pang of pain?"

Odessa couldn't hold back a scoff. The Luna's barbs were nothing new, but they stung nonetheless.

"I am sorry, Luna, but even Thessaly has been unable to conceive for the Alpha. We all know this."

Valkyrie rolled her eyes. "Oh, shut it! Perhaps you are both cursed then, unfit for this role."

Odessa dropped her head, fighting the urge to talk back at the Grand Luna. It was forbidden.

Valkyrie turned to leave, then paused as if struck by a sudden thought. A cruel smile played on her lips as she addressed Odessa.

"When my son returns, inform him that his plaything has arrived," she announced, savoring the hurt that flickered across Odessa's face,

With that parting shot, she swept out of the room, leaving Odessa alone with the bitter sting of humiliation.

Keegan - The Alpha Of The North

His name was Keegan - the most powerful Alpha King that ruled the North.

Shouldered with the responsibility of leading the largest Wolf Pack to ever exist, Keegan was one of the most feared and respected Alpha alive.

Long before he became Alpha, when he was still a prince, his name was already known. And he did much worst when he finally became Alpha.

The eyes of 'common' people rarely saw him. And those who were opportuned to always considered themselves lucky. To some of the wolves, he was a god.

He was as charming as you could imagine. Hair was long and gold in color. But most of the times, he had it in two backward braids. He had silver eyes - extremely pretty eyes that could charm their way into the heart of anyone.

He had the body of a warrior - tall and muscular with scars that spoke of won battles that gave him his name. And when he walked, you could feel the fear from the people around him. At twenty-eight, he had so much to his name.

But beside his charms, he was known for his ruthlessness and arrogance.

Keegan was a man who derived pleasure from inflicting pain on people - especially those who were in his bad books. Nobody ever wanted to be on their knees before him, because it was rare for such a person to leave with their heads.

...

He retired to his chambers from the courtroom, expecting to find his woman nestled on his bed. Instead, he found his mother.

Alpha Keegan always had that cold, sinister look - like he was the devil himself.

The grand Luna was sitting on his chair but rose to her feet the moment he stepped in.

"Finally, you return," she said with relief.

The Alpha walked towards his study table. "Where is Odessa?"

"Well... she grew tired of waiting and had to attend to some pressing matters. I've actually been here before, but you were hard to reach." Valkyrie replied, her voice tinged with a practiced nonchalance.

Keegan said nothing as he took up some scrolls from the table. The grand Luna went closer.

"Um... Keegan," she began, a hesitant note creeping into her voice. "The lady is here. I was wondering if you..."

Alpha Keegan arched his neck and grunted, a sound that startled even his mother. "You brought her here? I thought I was clear, mother?" He looked at her, his gaze intimidating.

Even the Grand Luna couldn't help but feel embarrassed that she could be a little scared of her son sometimes.

"I… I apologize, Keegan," she stammered. "But that girl, she has to pay for her father's sins. She is her mother's favorite and should bear the burden. Taking away her dignity… it seemed a fitting punishment."

Slowly, she touched his arm. "This is your right, Keegan. Your father himself bestowed this judgement on them before his passing."

Keegan flinched at her touch, his arm snapping away like a viper recoiling.

The Luna took a deep breath. "Have you considered getting a new mistress that could give you an heir?"

"Not another unworthy topic, mother. We're done with this."

"But you need an heir! Why can't you realize the gravity of the situation, Keegan? You've been Alpha for five years now. That shameless Morshella and her son might seize this opportunity to get the throne from you. You know what the rules are."

"Let them try. I am not acquiring more women who will fail to give me an heir."

"Oh. We don't know that for sure. Odessa and Thessaly might be the problem."

"Really?" He turned away from the table to face her. "You think it's a coincidence that both women have been unable to take in for me? Sometimes, you speak nonsense, mother."

He walked away from her, towards his closet. The Grand Luna did all she could to gulp down his words. Her son has always been arrogant from birth. Still, she couldn't suppress how worried she was.

"I just want what's best for you, Keegan," she ambled towards him. "I'd want nothing more than to die knowing you secured the throne and the legacy of your father."

Keegan said nothing, didn't even look at her.

He went into his closet, leaving her alone in the room.

****†****†****†

Sheera had fallen asleep along the line in the room. Well, when she had nothing else to do expect being kept in a room, it was only normal she got bored.

She was awakened by the sound of the door abruptly opening. Blinking away the remnants of sleep, she watched as a young lady walked in, cloaked in crimson silk that shimmered like spilled wine in the dim light, framed in the doorway, accompanied by a servant.

Sheera was perplexed. The lady didn't look familiar, but from the way she appeared, she could be someone important.

Odessa walked into the room, scrutinizing Sheera like she was an object. She kept her distance, looking at Sheera with disgust.

"Have you no manners?" Her voice, laced with disdain, echoed in the confined space. "Or have you simply not been taught the proper way to greet someone of higher standing?"

Sheera grew even more baffled. Slowly, she rose to her feet. "I apologize, but I do not know who you are."

A harsh, mocking laugh escaped Odessa's lips, a sound that sent a fresh wave of unease washing over Sheera. "Well," her voice dripped with condescension, "let me enlighten you. I am Mistress Odessa , the Alpha's first and only recognized Mistress, and soon-to-be Luna of this Pack." Her face beamed with pride when she finished.

Sheera's eyes widened a degree. I am in front of Odessa and have no idea?!

She dipped her head immediately. "I... I apologize, Mistress. I completely had no idea it was you. Please, forgive my ignorance."

Odessa chuckled and walked round her, her crimson gown swirling around her ankles like a hungry flame.

Odessa was a little stunned by the lady's appearance. She had expected her to look like a slave. And yes, she did look poor, but her face was nothing like she had imagined.

She had the eyes of a goddess - round, sparkling, with blue balls. There was just something about her eyes that made it difficult to resist. A forget-me-not kind of eyes. Odessa had never seen anyone with such pretty eyes before.

Her hair was ebony black, thick and lustrous and flowed freely on her back. Her face was oval shaped and seemed so flawless. Skin was just like porcelain.

For a moment there, Odessa felt a pang of jealousy. How could anyone be so perfect?

Sheera had heard a lot about the Alpha's first Mistress. A lot of people had. She was his favorite and the one person he could do absolutely anything for.

Nobody wanted to get on her bad side, because she alone had the favour of the Alpha. She was truly lucky.

Circling her, Odessa stepped away.

"So," she finally said, her voice regaining its sharp edge, "I heard you're his new plaything. I suppose I can tolerate that, considering you'll likely be serving him from a kneeling position. However," she leaned in closer, her voice dropping to a low growl, "burn this face into your memory, girl. It is the face that can grant you mercy, and the very same face that can bring about your doom."

Sheera lifted her gaze to meet hers. Is she threatening me?

"I hope your stay here is very very short. Trust me, it'd be good for you." Odessa added, smirked and left.

Sheera could barely believe her eyes. She heard about the mistress being cruel and all, but she never expected it to be to that extent. Is my life going to be in danger at the Fortress?

****†****†

The following morning, Sheera spent a long time in bed, not knowing what to do.

She went into the bedroom afterward, freshened up and found something new to wear. She was hungry and needed food.

It was so difficult being in the middle. She wasn't a slave, wasn't a servant, neither was she royalty. She was just there - stuck in the middle.

She decided to take a walk, hoping she'd get lucky along the way.

As she walked down the hallway, she gave a thought to her family. How was her mother and sister coping? She's never had to be away from them for so long. They resided there in Howling Ridge Pack. But commoners like them were hardly allowed into the Pack Fortress.

Sheera soon got out to the balcony and continued walking down on it. That way, she could easily see the activities taking place down there.

The Fortress was extremely large and beautiful, she had been too gloomy to notice the previous day.

She took intentional slow steps just so she could have a proper view of the place. Then, suddenly, she saw him.

Sheera came to an abrupt, motionless halt, her heart seeming like it'd divide into two. She'd never laid eyes on the Alpha before, but right there, seeing him in all his glory, she could swear it was him. It was impossible to miss.

He was riding in with four Keepers trailing behind him, the rhythmic clatter of their horses' hooves sounding through the air. There was a bow in front of him, indicating he had gone hunting.

Sheera was left breathless as she watched him. He embodied every rumour she had heard about him - strong and statuesque, with a savaged handsomeness that was unmistakable.

Sheera fixed her gaze upon him as if in a trance. Never before has she been so captivated by a man's appearance. He looked almost like a god, she could kiss his feet if he asked her to.

Still at a standstill, she watched as he halted his horse and dismounted it. His Keepers caught up immediately, following after him as he walked away.

As he walked by, every single person stopped walking and kept their heads down. Some even went on their knees.

He walked with such regal bearing. An aura of greatness enveloped him, akin to that of a demigod who was walking through mortal realm for the first time.

Sheera was perplexed. Never had she thought a man could look so good. Truly, she was lost of words.

"You. Looking for something?" She heard a sonorous male voice in front of her.

She shuddered in shock as she took a look and found

a strange man before her. He was clad in a trouser and top made from expensive fabric. Sheera could instantly tell he was no common person.

The Hunter

"Uh...no. Greetings," She dropped her gaze.

The young man flashed a thin smile as he looked down from the balcony and saw the Alpha walking away. He fixed the puzzle instantly.

"I see. You are one of my brother's admirers, are you not?"

Sheera's jaw dropped slightly with surprise. He was the Alpha's brother?!

The Alpha had two stepbrothers. Sheela was certain the one in front of her was Malkar.

"Greetings, my prince." Her head went lower.

He passed a scrutinizing stare. "You didn't know who I was initially. And... I do not think I have seen this face around here. Who are you?"

Sheera bristled under his scrutiny. An unpleasant chill snaked down her spine. There was something about Malkar, something dark and unsettling that lurked beneath the surface of his youthful charm.

"I am...I am actually new here. My name is Sheera."

"Hold on!" He clicked his fingers. "I have definitely heard of you! The Alpha's toy. Am I correct?"

She didn't respond. How many others knew of her? And was that all she was known for? The Alpha's toy?

"Well..." he went closer. "You can call me Malkar. And... I must say you're too good to be a toy. What do you say about having tea with me?"

Sheera's heart made a thud. She lifted her head and saw two maids coming before her. They looked at her suspiciously, greeted the prince when they got to where he was before walking away.

"I appreciate the gesture. But I have to go now. Thank you." She bowed her head and ran off as quickly as she could, not wanting to hear any more from him.

.....

Sheera hadn't gone too far when she met another maiden who seemed to stand in her way.

She reined in her haste, forcing her hurried steps to slow to a measured walk when she noticed the maiden was still in her path, . The only thing that kept her at ease was the welcoming smile she had on her face.

"Wise were you to to avoid him. Prince Malkar can be very cunning," She said at last, stepping out of the way.

Sheera regarded her without knowing what response to give. She didn't want to say anything that'd get her into trouble.

The maiden noticed Sheera's unease. "I was asked to bring this to your room. I'm Tabitha, by the way." She smiled.

Oh...food at last.

"Thank you," Sheera bobbed.

Joining the lady, they started towards her room.

"I take it your stay in the Fortress hasn't been too pleasant." Tabitha said as they walked.

"Why would your think that?" Sheera quirked a brow.

"Isn't it obvious? Who would be happy to be here as a toy?" She scoffed. "But I get it, tho. It's the Alpha we're talking about. Not everyone gets the privilege to be touched by him. You're lucky. Only difference is - it gets worst when he's through with you and sends you back to your place. You might have a hard time finding a partner."

Anguish ripped through Sheera's soul. It wasn't until Tabitha saw the glum look on her face that she realized she may have spoken out of point.

"Oh, my! By the hunts, I'm so sorry. I am so careless with words." She seemed genuinely sorry.

Sheera managed a faint smile. "It's fine."

A lull fell between them for a brief moment.

"You know, you might just become lucky and find your mate. It'll make everything easy for you." Tabitha continued the conversation.

Sheera nearly rolled her eyes at that.

"I don't think it's possible." She scoffed.

Centuries ago, after the great war, the wolves were cursed with the loss of their mate's scent. They couldn't tell their mates from the other wolves, making every one of them to seem the same. As a result, the wolves only got mated to who they chose and were attracted to. Only a very very few could still find their mates. In those cases, it was considered a miracle.

"You can't be so sure. Some people are born lucky." Tabitha shrugged.

If Sheera had been anything, it was unlucky. Her father's history with the late Alpha had put her family through a lot, they had to be their own friends. The only time Sheera got attention from people was when men 'lusted' after her which was very common.

It was very rare for any man she came across to go by without lusting after. She couldn't explain nor comprehend why they seemed to be so attracted to her beauty. While her sister always teased her saying she was blessed, Sheera felt it was a curse.

"Did you witness the execution yesterday?" Tabitha asked.

She seemed to be one cheerful soul.

Sheera nodded, the pain and pity she had felt for the lady crawling into her head.

"Ugh! I couldn't watch it. I wonder how all those people were able to stand it at all." Tabitha spoke as if the words themselves were a foul potion she had to swallow.

Sheera became curious.

"How was she caught? Did someone rat out on her?" She questioned.

"Not at all. Ratting out on a witch is almost never needed - not when we have Zandov."

Sheera's pulse quickened on hearing that name. She couldn't tell why.

"You've heard of him, right? The famous witch hunter and executioner. He grew up hating witches that he dedicated his whole life to executing them. I don't even know how he does it, but the moment a witch is around, he senses it and goes after them. He always isolates himself in his private hut and only comes out when he's on a mission." Tabitha explained.

Zandov was a name everyone knew - the witch hunter with one of the darkest hearts.

"He is the reason a lot of people is scared of harbouring a witch. Because the moment he finds a witch, he kills whoever was found with them." Tabitha added.

"I see." Sheera simply mumbled.

At The Wrong Place

They reached her room where Tabitha set the tray down on a stool.

"Thank you, Tabitha." Sheera smiled.

"Oh. It's nothing. If you need anything, you can just check me out in the maids quarters." She replied and headed for the door, but suddenly stopped in front of it.

"By the way, you are so beautiful," Her eyes crinkled at the corners as she said.

Sheera's heart warmed up. She dipped her head, and finally, Tabitha left the room.

***†*†

Sheera spent the rest of the day alone in her room.

For hours, she remained in bed, tossing and wondering if her life would remain so boring.

How much she missed her family! She missed the mornings when she went hunting with her mother and sister. She missed fighting and making up with Naya. What she wouldn't do to get back to them. But this was probably for the best. At least, Naya wouldn't have to suffer.

It was almost evening when she decided to go for another stroll. She felt imprisoned being in the room alone.

As she walked, she considered the fact that it's been two days already. Two days of being in the Fortress, yet the Alpha was yet to send for her. Was he that uninterested? If he was, wasn't it only right to send her back to her family?

Maybe she was too dirty for him. Or too unworthy to be in his presence. Perhaps, he hated her that much.

Considering how vast the Fortress was, Sheera doubted she'd be able to cover every part of it. But she walked as far as she could.

She enjoyed how busy and beautiful the place looked. Sunlight dappled through the leaves, casting playful patterns on the ground. Maids flitted about like fireflies, each carrying something with them. The Keepers patrolled with a quiet vigilance, their polished weapons glinting in the sun.

Sheera walked pass a row of women selling fruits. The fruits called out to her, but sadly, she didn't have any coins on her.

She continued feeding her eyes, a small smile on her lips until she found an area that didn't seem to have anyone in it.

Sheera was about turning around to leave when she heard a bloodcurdling scream. She gasped and turned in the direction of the voice, her eyes going wide open in fear. What was that?

It came again, laced with raw agony, sending shivers down her spine.

Every fiber of her being screamed at her to flee, yet an unseen force held her rooted to the spot. She darted her eyes around, the heat pricking her skin forming beads of sweat on her brow. Her heart pounded a frantic rhythm against her ribs.

Hesitantly, she crept forward, her steps muffled by the thick layer of dust beneath her worn leather boots. She found the building she was certain the sound had come from. It was a storage building, its window's narrow slits overlooking the bustling marketplace.

The windows were far too high for her reach, forcing her to clamber onto a nearby weathered stone bench.

"You are running out of time, Geri. Why did Alpha Laycoan send you here? Why were you spying for him?" Sheera heard someone ask.

Lifting her head ever so slowly, she was able to have a look into the room.

The interior was crammed with crates and barrels, casting long, menacing shadows. There were so many keepers around. Sheera's pupils dilated into wide circles when she found the Alpha.

The Alpha!

He was right there!

It was all she could do not to gasp. What was going on?

She found a man on his knees, his hands chained to his back. He was badly bruised up to the extent his eyes were barely opening.

"This is the last time I shall ask this question," The keeper in front of him said. "Why are you here? What does Laycoan want?"

The man on his knees coughed out blood. When he opened his mouth to speak, his words came out choked.

"I swear it!" He cried. "I... I didn't have a specific mission. Alpha Laycoan just wanted me here in case he'd ever need me to do something. I swear it. Please, don't kill me."

A white-hot spike of agony plunged through Sheera's heart, shattering it into a million shards. He looked so pitiful.

It became worst when the Alpha drew out a sword strapped to the side of one of the Keepers.

The man's eyes widened in abject terror.

"Please, Alpha," he rasped, his words choked with blood. "I deeply regret it. I swear, I haven't brought any harm to the Pack. I have children..." Those were the last words he could get out before the Cyrin Sword sliced thought the air and landed on his neck, cutting his head off.

The breath caught in Sheera's throat as her heart crumbled within her, leaving behind a crushing emptiness. Terror flared in her eyes, widening them to impossible proportions. By the hunts! He killed him!

A furrow plowed its way across her brows as a tear coursed down her cheek. Before she could stop it from happening, a sob left her throat.

The attention of everyone in the room shifted to the window. With a gasp, she flung herself off the weathered stone, the descent a blur.

Landing with a thud on the uneven cobbles, she spun on her heel, her eyes widening in sheer panic.

However, as she turned, she came in contact with a man she hadn't seen in the room.

The air seemed to abandon her lungs as a jolt of raw fear surged through her. The man before her wasn't dressed like one of the Keepers. His uniform stood out from the standard Keeper's uniform, hinting at a higher rank. He had a scar on his left cheek, close to his ear, earning him a savage air.

Before Sheera could gather any words in her head, she heard footsteps. Her soul nearly left her body as her head processed who it was going to be.

Her fears were confirmed when the Alpha along with some Keepers showed up. Sheera was sure her heart stopped beating.

The Message From The Walls

Shallow gasps hitched in Sheera's throat as her terrified eyes locked on the Alpha. Just that morning, she had admired him when she saw him from afar. She had no idea it'd be so fearful getting to see him from close proximity.

The glint of the sword in his hand, still wet with the man's blood, churned her stomach. Revulsion threatened to overwhelm her, but fear held it in check.

She stumbled back a trembling step, punctuated by the erratic tremor of her lips.

"Kalaril, who is she?" Keegan asked, his impassive gaze on her.

"I have no idea, Alpha. I found her spying through the window." Kalaril answered.

Dread coiled in Sheera's gut as Keegan drew closer until he was only three inches away from her.

She began to wonder how she had admired him earlier on. The man before her had the looks of a god - literally. He was handsome, yet had an aura of danger that clung to him like a shadow. Instead of wanting to kiss his feet like she had desired that morning, she wanted to go far from him.

"Who are you?" His voice scraped against her ears, a rusty blade sending shivers down her spine.

Sheera opened her mouth to speak, but her throat had slammed shut.

"I asked a question," he repeated.

Sheera had to clear the lump in her throat. She could see his patience wearing thin.

"I...I...I am...My...My name is Sheera, Alpha. I...I was brought here on the or... orders of the Grand Luna t...to be a...at your service." She stumbled over words.

Keegan's gaze snagged on the dried tear track on her cheek.

He turned to Kalaril. "Do you confirm this?"

"I do not know for sure, Alpha. But I heard the name of the lady your mother brought in is Sheera." Kalaril replied, his gaze equally on Sheera.

Keegan turned back to her, his gaze piercing through her facade. He saw the raw terror in her eyes, the trembling of her body like she was about to be slaughtered.

"Why are you here?" His question cut through the tense silence.

Sheera swallowed convulsively, the knot in her throat threatening to choke her. "I... I was just looking around, Alpha. I didn't mean to intrude. Please, forgive me!" She dipped into a clumsy curtsy, the movement inadvertently making her cleavages more pronounced.

Keegan's gaze lingered on her for a little while. With how scared she was, he could tell she was new in the Fortress.

Stepping away from her, he went off with his Beta and Keepers.

****†

Retiring to his chambers, Keegan freshened up and decided to go through some reports.

He was on it when his Beta announced his presence at the door. Keegan sighed.

"You may enter," he answered in his typical aloof manner.

Beta Kalaril walked in and lowered his head in front of the Alpha. He had the body and poise of a man who was fit to assist the ruling Alpha.

Kalaril was usually someone who had heads turning each time he walked. He was tall, muscular and had a very charming face. But just like the Alpha, he was mostly a man of few words. The Alpha had initially chosen Kalaril for his Beta because they shared a lot of similarities, aside them being closest of friends.

"Greetings, Alpha," He paid reverence.

Alpha Keegan didn't take his eyes off the scroll in his hand. He just waited for Kalaril to speak on.

"Lady Mortha is here to see you." Kalaril announced.

Keegan's brows furrowed immediately as he lowered the scroll from his face. He was puzzled.

Lady Mortha wasn't just one that paid random visits. And for the last two years, he hadn't set his eyes on her. She only visited when she had a message. She was one of the most powerful seers he'd ever known.

"Let her in," Keegan nodded.

Curiosity was almost having the best of him.

He didn't always like her visits. Because each time, there seemed to be nothing but news that'd get him worried.

Kalaril bobbed and exited the room, returning shortly with the old lady.

She was a woman in her early fifties but seemed like one who was aging youthfully. Dark in complexion, her skin had a different kind of glow. You could easily tell Mortha had been someone that must have won the hearts of many men when she was in her prime. But funny enough, she never got mated.

She often appeared in a long black dress with horn-looking objects on the sides of it.

Standing before the Alpha, she dipped her head.

"What brings you here, Lady Mortha?" Alpha Keegan asked.

The woman exuded elegance as she stood with graceful poise, her fingers delicately entwined before her. But her face had so much displeasure. Fear.

"I keep having these dreams about the prophecy, Alpha. I cannot explain it, but I fear it is closer than we think." Her voice was tinged with unease.

"The prophecy?" Keegan repeated. "What prophecy?"

"The very one the walls of prophecy had revealed to us sixty years ago."

Keegan frowned. He hadn't even been born then. But he had gotten to learn of the prophecy later on, because it was the wolves' greatest fear.

"Hark, there shall be someone created by the Spirits, born into the flesh, and exist amongst you.

"Beneath her mask of innocence lurks a serpent's heart, a vessel of malice crafted solely for vengeance. The wolves shall be marked as her sworn enemy, and she, their bane.

"For within her shall dwell a darkness, a curse woven into the very threads of her being. She shall be powerless against its dominion, no matter how fierce she fights it.

"And when the hour strikes, she shall bring an end to the race of the wolves." Lady Mortha repeated the prophecy like she was reading it off the walls itself which had burnt down years ago.

Zytha's Grudge

Alpha Keegan was discontented.

Growing up, he'd been told by his father that some measures had been taken to avert the threat. A lot of people believed that.

But Mortha seemed to think differently.

"I had been hoping she was dead, Alpha. But I know what I saw - she is alive. The one that carries the blood."

Keegan sighed. "You've said these words before, Mortha. Two years ago. Do you really believe she is alive?"

"Oh, I do! But I do not know where. We must make haste and carry out precautions to ensure she doesn't bring harm upon us."

Seconds bled into a minute as Keegan regarded her words.

"I doubt she is here in the North, tho. Zandov would have sensed her already." Kalaril chipped in.

"That is correct. But it doesn't change the fact that whatever danger she causes will affect us all. We must act carefully, Alpha."

Keegan nodded.

"Thank you, Mortha. I shall take this up to the courtroom for discussion."

"I pray only for success, Alpha." She dipped her head.

Turning around, she exited the room.

****†****†

Sunlight, fractured by a thousand leaves, dappled the forest floor as the pounding of his horse's hooves stirred the slumbering earth.

Ulric rode right to the very spot he knew he'd find her. In plain sight, it was empty.

Dismounting his horse, he blew three sharp whistles in a coded sequence. And few seconds later, the lady he was there for came out of her hiding.

Ulric's heart lurched in his chest, stolen by the sight of her.

She had a veil around her face but lowered it when she confirmed it was him and he was alone. Ulric could see curiosity eating her up.

"I had thought you'd come yesterday." Her voice was laced with impatience as she inched towards him.

"I know. Forgive me. Matters of my family held me captive," Ulric lied.

He was Malkar's younger brother, hence a prince and could go anywhere he wanted. He delayed by a day to reach her because he just didn't know how to face her.

"So, tell me. How did it go?" She asked at last, blinking hard afterward.

He could see the storm of terror churning in her eyes, reflecting a fear that ran bone-deep.

"I am sorry, Zytha. There was nothing I could've done to save her, not when she had the attention of every single Keeper in the Pack, including Zandov." His eyes mirrored his pain as he responded.

"No!" The word ripped from Zytha's throat, a raw cry of pain.

Swiftly, Ulric pulled her into his embrace, his hand threading through her long, raven hair.

He shared the same height with her. He was tall, and so was she. She had very long sleek hair he'd always enjoyed stroking when they were together. Except now, he had to stroke them to console her.

"How could they kill her!?" She sobbed, her voice muffled against his chest. "Just how?! Her only crime was being a witch. She never harmed a soul! We only meant to stay a while, to gather what we needed, and then leave! How could they be so cruel?!"

Ulric's heart ached for her. Nerfetiti was her only sister and the person most precious in the world to her. He knew her death was bound to break Zytha.

The two sisters had arrived the North few weeks ago and made sure to stay in the fringes of the Northern territory where they could not be sensed by Zandov. According to Zytha, they were there to get some rare plants that only grew in the North.

Apparently, Nerfetiti delved deeper than she should have and happened to catch the attention of Zandov. That was how she had been captured and executed.

Ulric had to ride for a whole day to meet Zytha at the spot where she'd been hiding at the outskirts.

"I am so sorry," His voice dipped to a murmur, nuzzling his nose against her hair.

Suddenly, Zytha ripped herself from his grasp, her eyes blazing crimson.

"No. I will not let this go," a sharp edge crept into her tone. "My sister didn't deserve to be executed like an animal, all for the power that coursed through her very veins! She brought no harm during her stay here, yet they snuffed out her life! I shall have my revenge. I do not care what I have to do. But I shall bring death to the ones who condemned her to death. Your Alpha and the damned witch hunter! I shall not rest until I have their blood on my hands!"

A cold dread settled in Ulric's stomach as he heard the icy threat simmering beneath her words.

"Zytha..." He tried to reach out to her, but she took a step back like his touch had become repulsive.

Ulric halted, surprise settling between his brows.

"You should go," her voice clipped, devoid of the warmth it once held. "From this day on, your Pack is my sworn enemy. And when I have my vengeance, you will not be spared."

Ulric huffed in disbelief. "So, I have become a stranger to you, have I not?"

Zytha lowered her gaze to the ground. "We were strangers until six weeks ago. You had no idea I was a witch when we met. Otherwise, you might have been the first to blow the whistle on me."

"But that did not happen, did it?!" Ulric half yelled, going forward. "You cannot deny that we feel something for each other. The things we have done together... I do not regret falling in love with you, Zytha."

Zytha looked up at him. "You should. Otherwise, you are foolish. Our feelings are useless when we are worlds apart. And maybe it is my fault for not keeping my distance in the first place."

Her words stung hard at Ulric. Her beautiful face which had charmed its way into his heart now held so much hate.

He clung to the desperate hope that it was simply grief, a storm that would eventually pass.

Zytha turned around to leave.

"Zytha!" He called. "I... I am sorry, alright?! But you can't just leave like I was nothing!"

"What in Hecate's name will you have me do!?" She whipped around to face him. "My sister is already dead! Do I have to wait here, a sitting duck, until your witch hunter finds me?" Her eyes were cold and unfeeling.

"I will leave, Ulric," she declared, her voice ringing with a terrible finality. "But be rest assured that your people shall pay for what they took from me. I swear on Nerfetiti's memory."

With that, she disappeared into the dense foliage. And this time around, Ulric's weak body could do nothing to stop her.

The Prey

For a week, Sheera didn't get to see the Alpha. Not even from a distance.

Considering how she had doted on him the first time saw him, Sheera never thought she'd be so relieved to not see him.

Although, she couldn't deny it was a little surprising that he hadn't bothered to see her at all, considering she had been brought all the way to the Fortress for him. It was just as if she didn't matter, or he didn't care enough.

However, her fortune of not seeing him was finally about to end as that morning, she was in the room, nervously getting ready to go hunting with the royal family.

It was the previous night when Tabitha had come up to her with the information, informing her she needed to be present.

Sheera had tried asking if the Alpha had been the one that requested her presence, but Tabitha told her it wasn't the Alpha and didn't know who it was.

Now, that morning, she was there in her room, wondering if she looked good enough. She didn't have much clothes. And unfortunately for her, there was no mirror in her room to check how she looked.

She took in several deep breaths, trying to reassure herself that it was all going to be fine. She was ready for it.

Prepared, she exited the room.

...

Sheera didn't exactly know where to go. She just kept walking until she saw a herd of horses with some Keepers and servants around. Then, she spotted Mistress Odessa . That was definitely it.

She gathered the courage she could and went in that direction. As she walked, the few people she came across couldn't stop staring at her, especially the men. They continuously gave her that lustful look.

Getting to where the horses were gathered, she noticed Prince Malkar was there as well, arranging his horse. He flashed a bright smile upon seeing her.

"What are you doing here?" Odessa snapped, passing her a stare of ridicule.

Sheera had to force her eyes to the ground. "Greetings, Mistress. I was told I'd be going hunting."

"Truly?" Odessa scoffed. "By who exactly? You are not supposed to be here."

"I invited her, Odessa. Snap out of it," Malkar chipped in.

Sheera's jaw dropped, as did Odessa's. It was him?

Odessa whirled on Malkar, her nostrils flaring in indignation. "And why would you do such a thing? This is the royal hunt! She has no place here."

Malkar met her gaze with an unyielding defiance. "I am a Prince, am I not? Extending an invitation seems well within my rights. Perhaps you should focus on preparing for the hunt and leave the guest list to me."

"But..."

"What are you so afraid of, Odessa?" The second lady suddenly said.

That was the first time Sheera was noticing her. She was dressed nobly and had been trying to fix her horse as well.

Her complexion was remarkably smooth, her eyes shone with vivacity and her hair was arranged gracefully upon one shoulder.

She was beautiful. Very.

"Are you afraid the young maiden will end up stealing the Alpha's attention? Do you feel intimidated by her beauty?" She completed.

Odessa balled her hands into fists as she turned to her rival. She forced a smile up her lips.

"And what makes you think I should be the frightened one, Thessaly? I am and will always be the Alpha's favorite. It is you who would have to fight for the little attention you never get from him with this new thing," she cast a disdainful look at Sheera's way.

Sheera was amused to discover that was Thessaly, the second mistress of the Alpha.

"Then, leave it to me to complain. Stop grumbling if you have nothing to be afraid of." Thessaly smirked.

They went mute instantly, like something cold had spilled on them. Sheera was equally confused and just watched them, not until Odessa spoke up.

"Alpha!" She exclaimed, running into his arms.

Alpha Keegan had been arriving with Kalaril and some Keepers, and as soon as the Mistress approached him, he opened his arms to her.

The contact lasted for three seconds before she pulled away.

"Good morning, Alpha. I am glad you are here at last," Her cheeks had crimsoned.

"How was your night?" He trailed a finger down her cheek.

"Oh! It was great."

"Greetings, Alpha," the rest of the people around paid homage.

Sheera was trying so hard to keep breathing. She could hear her heart pounding steadily in her chest as she stared at the Alpha from a close range. Dear Selene, he was a wonder!

The mere sight of him was like a gust of wind, causing her legs to tremble and her heart to flutter. Never before had she beheld a man so strikingly handsome, his presence akin to a masterpiece carved by the hands of time itself.

How lucky Odessa was to have such a man care for her.

However, aside his charms, all Sheera saw was a man that had beheaded another without blinking.

When Odessa moved away from Keegan, he was able to catch sight of Sheera for the first time. Cleft lines creased his brows as he glanced at her.

Sheera dropped her gaze to the ground instantly, afraid he might ask her to go back. Maybe that wouldn't be much of a bad idea.

However, he walked away to his big white horse.

"May I ride with you, Alpha?" Odessa asked, her voice soft and cute.

Nodding, Keegan helped her get on. Thessaly scoffed and rolled her eyes, then climbed onto hers.

****†****†****†****†

They rode for sometime before getting to the woods and commencing hunting.

The hunt wasn't going so well for them. They'd been walking in the woods for long minutes but were yet to see a prey.

Alpha Keegan always enjoyed hunting on the third day of the week because he believed it came with a lot of luck. But on that day, that luck was being limited.

Kalaril and two head Keepers - Eamon and Wulfric - were behind him. Not like Keegan needed them.

Eamon and Wulfric were one of the head Keepers of the pack and closest to Kalaril. They were within the same age range and had become acquainted with him when they fortunately joined the Pack Force three years ago.

They were one of the strongest Fighters, and due to some similarities, they became Kalaril's closest associates. Although, they had the small privilege of being 'closer' to the Alpha since they became close to Kalaril, it was nothing compared to the bond Kalaril shared with Keegan.

No matter how much Keegan craved his distance from them, he couldn't have it as it was Kalaril's duty to ensure he was protected at all times.

He stopped walking, so did the others.

"We should spread out now. We cannot have a fruitless hunt today." Keegan announced and began walking away to the opposite direction.

Kalaril and the two Keepers followed him. Odessa made a pout. She hated the fact that she would have to be away from him.

Sheera felt her heart beating softly as she watched the Alpha go.

Dropping her gaze, she took the other direction. But she wasn't the only one who did. She realized that when prince Malkar caught up with her.

"Hey." He tipped his head, his bow and arrow being held carelessly.

Sheera became a little nervous.

"Greetings, my prince." She bowed, still walking.

Malkar smiled. "How are you enjoying the hunt? Certainly, you should be glad I brought you along."

"I... I appreciate the act, my prince. Thank you."

"Oh! It's nothing. Since you'd refused having tea with me yesterday, I figured I could make use of the hunt. So, tell me, is this your first time hunting?"

Sheera stopped walking and spun around to face him.

"I am truly sorry, my prince, if you have no negative intentions. I am simply trying to be careful to avoid getting into trouble with the Alpha. If you wouldn't mind, I'd love for us to seize this communication. It is inappropriate, considering the fact that I am here for a specific purpose." She dropped her head even lower. "I do hope you understand."

Malkar felt a kind of anger and rejection. He chuckled and tried saying something but was cut off by Sheera walking away.

He grunted lowly. To rot with fate!

Of all things, why did she have to be there as his brother's toy? Why hadn't she come as a servant or anything else? What was it about her that got him so restless?

....

Sheera hunted alone in her own part of the woods. It wasn't her first time going hunting.

Her mother was a hunter, and most mornings, she had accompanied her to the woods. She learnt a lot of skills and secrets from hunting. Hence, she was very experienced.

She walked quietly through the woods, her bow and arrow ready and pointing in a direction. She listened for the slightest sound, the faintest pant. And soon, she got it.

Sheera could not explain if it happened to everyone else, or just her. But she seemed to have a heightened sense of sight and hearing - more heightened than every other wolf. It was part of the reason her mother always preferred going hunting with her.

There had never been a day Sheera went hunting without catching a prey.

Sheera was alert. She looked keenly, her eyesight reaching far.

Then, the deer came into sight.

It stood from afar, facing the other direction.

Sheera got herself ready to shoot. She couldn't afford to miss.

She aimed, waited for the perfect time and angle, then pulled the string.

The arrow raced through the air and found it's mark on the deer's skin, right into its back. The deer wheezed and crashed to the ground instantly.

Sheera gasped. She lowered her bow as a triumphant smile shadowed her face.

She did it!

Excitement bubbled within her. Thoughts of how everyone would be proud filled her head. Oh! Thank the moon!

She was about running to her catch when Odessa showed up, standing in front of the deer. Sheera halted her strides.

Odessa looked at the dead deer on the ground, then shifted her surprised gaze to Sheera.

Sheera saw how shocked she looked. She obviously didn't expect someone like her to be so good at hunting.

Suddenly, the surprise vanished from Odessa's face, getting replaced with a faux smile.

"Alpha! I got a deer!" She called out.

Sheera was flummoxed. She sucked in air as she watched the Mistress lift the deer onto her shoulders and began scurrying away. What!!!?

Odessa hurried with the deer until she met the Alpha and the others. Keegan gave her an impressive look.

"You killed this?" He asked as she set it down on the ground.

"Yes, Alpha. I guess our hunt will not be fruitless anymore." Odessa exclaimed with delight.

"That is not true!" Sheera showed up, panting. "I killed the deer, not her!"