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Lunar Whispers-Born for the Lycan King

She fled a monster... only to find another. When Alpha Jacob destroys everything Amara Kane loves, she runs to the one place more feared than the enemy's claws-the northern stronghold of the immortal Lycan King, Damien. Ruthless, untouchable, and whispered to have killed his own mates, he is a legend meant to inspire terror, not hope. But fate has a cruel sense of humor. Because the moment their eyes meet, Amara realizes the impossible: Damien is her Mate. Cold and merciless, he wants nothing to do with her. Yet the bond between them burns too fiercely to deny. Every clash turns to fire, every silence to longing, every step closer to him a step deeper into shadows Amara cannot explain. The pack house whispers with unseen voices, secrets stalk her in the night, and the closer she gets to Damien, the more danger coils around her. What haunts him may yet destroy her. And what binds them together may be the very thing that tears them apart. A dark romance of forbidden bonds, haunted halls, and a love powerful enough to defy fate itself-perfect for fans of heart-pounding twists and slow-burn obsession.
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Chapter 7

Chapter no 7-The battle

I moved past the only family I had left in this world, my sister Erica and walked away. I didn't look back when I turned the corner. I was determined to keep my promise to Damien. I would leave Erica for her own good. I would leave the city and never come back.

I walked and walked until I reached the palace grounds. It wasn't as gloomy as it was yesterday. The large gates mocked me, at the life I was leaving behind. The guards held it open, patiently waiting for me to walk out. I did, and I didn't look back.

Northern wind blew. I had to hold my dress together. Erica had offered me a jacket she had been given by Alex. It was very oversized, but at least it protected me from harsh winds and cold weather. I held onto it as I walked into the city. The screws in my brain turned, deciding on where I can go. I was a Rogue. I had no identification. The thought of going back to Seraphic aches at my heart-Jacob would kill me.

My heart pained at the thought. What have I done? It was my idea. It was all my thinking.

I forced Dad to leave.

Well, now it was all in vain. Jacob did get his hands on my sister, and she was saved by someone who was not me, nor was it my idea. The only thing my plan did was get my father killed and leave me alone to survive in this world.

I wish I could go back in time and reverse my decisions. I always got myself into trouble because of my hot-headedness; if only I knew.

I wanted to laugh.

I had lived my whole life in Seraphic. It was not perfect but it was ours. I loved that land. It was what I always called home. It was what my parents called home. It was where my mother embraced the earth. My sister and I grew up in.

The only thing I hated was the Alpha, who ruined my beautiful land, and I felt nothing but pity for the people who let it happen.

For years, they had suffered at the hands of their Alphas.

I wipe away the thoughts. What is the use of all this? It was gone. I need to think ahead.

Unlike Seraphic, the city of Enigma was big. A labyrinth of wonder. The people were happy. The markets were large and filled with chatter. The streets clean, no dumpster at the ends. The fruits were fresh. The air was fresh.

I wished Seraphic were like this.

It took me hours to walk to the Main road. I crossed the river to the other side. I sat near the river and drank some fresh water, washed my face, my hands, and my feet. Some dry dates were scattered on the ground near the river from the tall trees of beyond. I ate those.

It was evening and I was tired. I decided to stay the night here, and I will leave tomorrow.

The entire night was uneventful. I had shifted to my wolf and slept soundly, knowing I was safe in the grounds of the city. I had the desire to walk the jungle. To stroll around, experience the clean and beautiful nature. To discover the other edge. It was as big as my eyes could see. I never saw something like this before. Only read about them in school. Jungles! Inhabiting exotic animals and surreal plants.

I woke up to birds chirping. The sky above was gloomy, with black clouds covering the earth. Trying to procrastinate, I lay there a little. I would give my left kidney to be able to stretch in my bed. An hour passes before I finally get up and rub my face with cold water.

It was like a jolt, similar to drinking three coffee mugs. Upright, I searched for food, found some more dates.

The only date I could find, since my mate refused to look at me, I told that to the dates and smiled at myself. It was official that I had gone crazy.

Reaching the city gates, I finally turn to look back. A long road, and A river by its side stared back at me. The water remembers, I thought to myself.

I leave.

.

.

.

.

I hear footsteps. Bigger, louder, merging the sound of a thousand boots. They shook the earth beneath me.

Half an hour to the south, I felt men coming. There were a lot of them. An army marched to the city, their armor glinting in the sky, seen from a long distance, howls of wolves.

The plain lands made it difficult to hide, and panic settled in. My feet are carrying me back to the city.

As I neared the city, the clouds began to weep. Big drops fall over my head, and my clothes are wet when I reach the gates to find them wide open.

I stumbled to a stop, confusion and fear warring at me.

The main road was covered with wolves.

The Varkyrs.

The strongest army in the world. As far as the eye can see, I saw damp wolfish hair.

Damian was standing at the front, human. An umbrella was held over his hand by one of the guards. His eye met mine, and he muttered something under his breath, which I was pretty sure was a curse word.

A war!

Hey fates! The feelings are still mutual. You still hate me, and I do too.

My doomed steps into a beautiful land, and it ends up in a war the very next day.

The two armies now stood near the gates with me sandwiched between the two, too paralyzed to run, and too stubborn to enter the city.

I look between the two armies. The other one was led my Jacob. Of course!

He looked at me, and muttered something under his breath as well, which I was sure was a curse as well, directed specifically at me.

"Amara Kane!" He announced, "The reason I am here,"

My blood ran cold. No damn way!

I look back at Damien.

"What do you mean?" Damien asks, his voice echoed over the vast lands, making goosebumps appear on my skin.

"My newest conquest was taken away from me," He said, his hand rising to his cheek. I believe this is where Alex slapped him. I believe it was swollen, but it was hard to see perfectly under the gloomy sky.

"Your Beta, found her to be his mate," He announced, "But this little wench, She is mine,"

"Excuse me!" I yell, at his face, not caring he had an army behind him. Not caring that he was once the Alpha we feared naming in our own homes. See I am not a better woman.

"I belong to no one, and definitely not you,"

"You are a Seraphic woman Amara . You wandered way. I am here to retrieve you back safely," He snarled, his eyes getting red from anger.

"I am a rogue now," I yelled, "You have no power ove-,"

My hair was in his hand, as he harshly pulled me to the floor. I hear an army growl behind me behind the city walls.

"Alpha Damien. I am sorry to disturb you. I was under the impression that you sheltered this bitch as well," He tugged at my hair again, "But since she is outside the gates and not in, I assume I was wrong,"

He look down at me, sprawled on the ground, my hands clawing at his hand holding my head. I realized I still feared him. But there was another feeling trying to fight its place.

Vengeance.

I wanted to kill this man. I wanted to kill the one I have feared a better part of my life.

"Thank you for sending her away," He said. He dragged me by my hair, pulling me with him. I cried in pain.

"Jacob," A voice echoed again, "Leave the girl right now,"

He stopped. The water hit my face making it hard to breath.

"Alpha, I don't want a war," He laughed.

Damian stepped out. "Leave the woman or you will get one," He growled.

"You will get your men killed for a wench you casted out? This is ridiculous," He tugged at my hair again, making my eyes water in pain.

Damian stride over and held Jacob by his neck. "I have had enough now,"

"Hands. Off. Her,"

The whole army behind Jacob shifted. Jacob let go of my hair and I scooted away hurriedly before he changes his mind. Being held by head at an arms length is not a good angle to kill him.

And I was still scared of him, But seeing my mate holding him by his neck in front of his whole army. It gave me a fresh confidence.

Damien takes his sweet time to let Jacob go. He was now drenched in the rain. His perfect brown Jacket turned dark brown and his hair stick to his forehead.

"She would not go with you," Damien said. "What really ridiculous is you think you can win," He sneered.

Jacob raised his hand, brushing away non-existent dust on Damien's wet shoulder.

"War it is then," He spat in front of him and turned back to his army.

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