Rising From Ashes: The Heiress They Tried To Erase
Beneath His Ugly Wife's Mask: Her Revenge Was Her Brilliance
Between Ruin And Resolve: My Ex-Husband's Regret
Marrying A Secret Zillionaire: Happy Ever After
Too Late, Mr. Billionaire: You Can't Afford Me Now
Jilted Ex-wife? Billionaire Heiress!
The Phantom Heiress: Rising From The Shadows
Rejected No More: I Am Way Out Of Your League, Darling!
She Took The House, The Car, And My Heart
The Jilted Heiress' Return To The High Life
In a dimly lit room, three men and a woman sat around a fire anxiously staring at Elder Silas Orion, the Wizard.
He opened his eyes and the once blazing flame died. The entire structure they were seated in shook with great force.
"What did you see, Orion?" One of the three men asked.
"Bad times are upon us, your majesty," Orion answered.
"Oh my!" Gasped the woman In their midst sharply.
The man who asked the question immediately wrapped his hands around her shoulder to comfort her.
This was not the time to be emotional, but he let her be.
"Tell us what you saw Orion," his cold deep voice urged impatiently.
"The number one enemy of your kind is going to get a new force; one so powerful that it would be unaffected by their weakness and be able to kill lycans and werewolves," Orion revealed.
"What I saw showed that if the savior isn't found soon, this force will destroy your kind and will be the end of all lycans as we know it."
"I won't let that happen!" the same deep voice said sharply. "Who is the one who can save us?" he asked.
"Your mate, Alpha," Orion answered, his tone turning to one of warning. "She is the only one who can save us and I suggest you take finding your mate seriously as the danger looms upon us."
The man scowled deeply upon hearing what the wizard said. "I am a lycan, Orion and not just any lycan, the supreme one, are you saying that I can't take care of that evil force and protect my people?" he sneered, his blue eyes slowly turning dark.
"Alpha, please calm down," Orion quickly said when he saw the change in the colour of the man's eyes.
He could tell that his lycan had been offended by his words and was fighting to come out.
"I am only saying what I saw in my vision. You are a very powerful lycan and there's no doubt about that but you cannot defeat this force for some reason and I can guarantee you that it's not because of power," Alphaeus tried to explain.
The beautiful blue of his eyes turned normal,his Lycan had been appeased.
"Only your mate can stop this force of the rogues from becoming stronger and destroying the pack," Orion stated.
The man frowned.
Finding a mate was the last thing on his mind
He knew the commitments that came with being mated but that was the least of his problem.
He knew his position came with a cost and that might include his mate, a risk he was not willing to take.
He knew how he would rampage if anything was to happen to his mate.
But, there was a sense of duty before him. It came first.
He was the supreme alpha and his people came first.
At the thought of finding their mate, his lycan started pacing in his head, as he was happy.
"Ok then Orion, I'm going to find my mate," he finally said.
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The road stretched out before her, dark and endless, swallowed by the thick shadows of towering trees and Akira tightened her
She hated traveling, especially at night but she had no choice as she had just received a job offer, one that enabled her to run away from her terrible past.
Howl! A howl pierced the air.
It wasn't a normal wolf's cry. It was deeper, rougher, like something twisted and unnatural. Akira's foot faltered on the gas pedal as her heart slammed against her ribs as that sound was familiar.
It was one that had plagued her nightmare for years. A cold shiver crawled down her spine, and in an instant, she was no longer in her car.
She was twelve again, strapped into the back seat of her parents' car. The night had been quiet then too-until it wasn't.
The howls came first. Then the creatures.
They looked like wolves but then again they didn't. Their limbs had been too long, their fur patchy and slick like rotting flesh. Glowing eyes, too intelligent, too cruel. They had moved like nightmares, tearing into metal as though it were paper.