Hope Black is a Delta, a person who was born among werewolves, but does not have a wolf... Despite this, she is one of the best warriors, always being at the forefront of training. With the chance to train in the great Lycan royal castle, Hope enlists with the hope of further improving her fighting skills, she just didn't expect to find her Destined on the first day. Dylan Miller is an Alpha, future leader of the Blue Moon pack, he enlisted in royal training to escape a forced union, he is against the ancient rule that he needs to unite with someone of pure and ancient blood. With this chance he hopes to find his Destined and thus be able to free himself from the forced union his father and his elders placed for him. The only thing he didn't expect was for the Moon Goddess to put him together with a Delta who doesn't want him.
Hope POV
My eyes are closed as the music echoes in my ears. I'm leaning against a comfortable armchair while paying attention to the movement of the bus on which I find myself.
I don't want to listen to the murmurs about me, who I am or why I'm on this bus. I looked through my eyes with anger. It was so normal to judge without knowing, without knowing me.
Just because my smell is different from theirs because they can feel that I don't have a wolf they think I shouldn't be on this bus. You don't know me, but you're going to know me, and a lot of people are going to regret that.
I can already imagine what my life will be like in the next 5 years. In the first few months, people will be saying things that should not be said, supposing that I am a hybrid and that I have some hidden power, but the answer is much simpler, I just know what I'm doing.
I finally feel the bus stop, but I don't open my eyes, I just wait; I waited for everyone to get up, I hear some shouts of excitement, the noise of suitcases being pulled, while some who have come in groups of friends already begin to make plans for the next few days.
I don't think anyone has read the edict. There wouldn't be much time for parties and celebrations. Theoretically, no one was there to go to parties, but to become the best warriors they could be. Well, at least that's why I'm here.
It is obvious that the children of the Alphas leave the bus first, those who have powerful wolves and who will one day replace their parents or create their packs; then they are followed by Betas, then Gammas, Omegas, and finally me, a Delta.
I'm not the most peaceful person there is. I usually freak out, as they say, very easily, that's why I take some medications to try to restrain my temper, and at that point, I picked one of the vials that were in the inner pocket of the blouse and put it in my mouth.
I was the last one out, I had my backpack hanging only by my left shoulder, I placed it properly on my back and only then looked around. I'm just in front of a heavy iron gate. I see several silver details. They were the five phases of the moon: New Moon, Crescent Moon, Half Moon, Waning Moon and Full Moon. These figures form a circle, in the middle of the ring, the symbol of Selene, our Goddess, the Goddess of the Moon.
I gathered a deep breath, narrowed my eyes and allowed myself to get carried hence by the situation. I was delighted, I just have got to a point in my life where I could move on, what I could have learned from my pack I did and so I'm here. I felt my heart race just by this thought, smiled from the corner of my mouth and opened my eyes again, listening to the gates open.
Inside it was even more magnificent, the surrounding walls were a massive stone with a few extra layers of protection and several protective towers, and on top, some guards were doing their rounds, all of them used long and modern arches and as my eyes go down I notice there is a balcony on the opposite wall, plus a small exposed gallery. Some people were present on the external balcony. They must be the evaluators.
I went down a little more and saw a stone arch making the opening of the arena that gave access to the interior of the Castle, there ahead was a man with short and messy dark hair, half messy, wearing a black Dolman with silver details, black pants and boots. Some scars on his face showed he had much experience. His eyes were a deep blue shade, with a squarer chin and a harsh and harsh expression as he observed us.
"I am the Crown Prince, Erick Makedon, from today your lives will change, here there will be no room for banter, parties, or disrespect. You weren't chosen for this training because you were anyone, but because you were the best and you passed the selection tests."
I could feel the wave of power emanating from him even though he was a good meter away, yet those who didn't have such a big resolution already felt uncomfortable and changed the weight of his foot or sometimes lowered their heads.
"There are seven levels. Everyone here is at level 1 and as the internal trials go on you can move up a level. At any time, those of you who want to can ask to quit. Some of you are here just to get some medals, certificates and there is nothing wrong with that, but for those who are here and want to become the best they can be, it will be long years of training and in the end, if it is deserved, a position with the royal army or in elite training. "
Ra! Yes, that's what I wanted to become the best if I spent well over five years here. Sincerely? I don't know if I intend to return to my pack after this training.
I'm so excited that I barely understand the energy wave sweeping the arena, the first to get down were the Omegas, then the Gammas, and for now, there's only the Betas, the Alphas and me standing. It was a virtually silent command.
Shall we play? Can I start the game right now? Since I'm the last one, people can't even turn their heads so bothered, so I hear:
"Get down on your knees!" The prince's voice resonated like thunder in a storm forming.
My knees began to bend, and as I approached the ground my head stared at the grains of sand, I knew that the Betas had now also bent over, and the Alphas were weaker too. Then I smiled, feeling the weight of that aura on my back, over my chest and my head, I got up as if I had picked something up from the floor and smiled again.
I put my hand in my pocket and made a slight nod to my head as if that pressure was nothing but a breeze. I realized then that the people in front of me, who were standing, felt uncomfortable moving their heads lightly, opening and closing their hands, and changing the weight of their feet. And here I am.
Lyric had spent her life being hated. Bullied for her scarred face and hated by everyone-including her own mate-she was always told she was ugly. Her mate only kept her around to gain territory, and the moment he got what he wanted, he rejected her, leaving her broken and alone. Then, she met him. The first man to call her beautiful. The first man to show her what it felt like to be loved. It was only one night, but it changed everything. For Lyric, he was a saint, a savior. For him, she was the only woman that had ever made him cum in bed-a problem he had been battling for years. Lyric thought her life would finally be different, but like everyone else in her life, he lied. And when she found out who he really was, she realized he wasn't just dangerous-he was the kind of man you don't escape from. Lyric wanted to run. She wanted freedom. But she desired to navigate her way and take back her respect, to rise above the ashes. Eventually, she was forced into a dark world she didn't wish to get involved with.
"You're mine, little puppy," Kylan growled against my neck. A soft gasp escaped my lips as his lips brushed my skin. My mind screamed at me to push him away-the Lycan Prince who had humiliated me again and again, but my body betrayed me, leaning into him before I could stop myself. He pressed his lips against mine, and his kiss grew more aggressive, more possessive as I felt my legs weaken. What was I doing? In a split-second, I pulled away and slapped him hard across the face. Kylan's eyes darkened, but the smirk on his lips exposed his amusement. "You and I both know we can't fight this, Violet," he said, gripping my wrist. "You're my mate." "And yet you don't want me," I replied. "You told me you were ashamed of me, that l'd never be your queen, that you'd never love me. So please, accept my rejection and let me go." "Never," he whispered, his grip tightening as he pulled me closer. "Soon enough, you'll be begging for me. and when you do-I'll use you as I see fit and then I'll reject you."
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