Sovereign (Silenced Part 2)

Sovereign (Silenced Part 2)

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Rylan is stubborn. So is her mate. Sometimes fate isn't enough. Sometimes fate is so strong that there is no escape. One thing is for certain though. The packs are all on edge. They can feel the whispers of war at their boarders. They NEED their king. They think he can stop the war before it starts. What they don't know is the war eminent. Rylan's mate might be powerful and just but one thing he is not is forgiving. When given the opportunity he won't hesitate to inflict justice on every single person that had a hand in hurting her; even if that means starting the biggest war their nations ever seen. Trigger Warnings: Sexual Assault, Violence, Self-Harm/Suicide, Miscarriage, Sexual Content, Abuse, Blood, Mental illness. ***This story is PART 2 of Silenced (Rewrite) and I do recommend reading in order but it's not necessarily required. **All rights reserved. No version of my story, characters, plot, settings, or events may be reproduced without my explicit permission.
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"She tried so desperately to protect you from me, but you went and brought me to you yourself, didn't you?" My brown eyes were fully engulfed in crimson as they met a pair of peacock-greens I hadn't seen in two centuries. "Well, hello there," I hummed. "Little Alpha King." ---------- Kamaria was once an orphaned she-wolf, the runt of the pack with the sole goal of surviving the nights that left her cold, hollow, and alone. Relief came in the form of peacock-green eyes and a charming smile-a man fated to be hers. She didn't know she was being traded from one prison to another, where even the staggering joy she'd claimed would be ruthlessly ripped away. Two centuries after, fate brought her back to the very place that bled her life of colour. But the scorned she-wolf is gone; in her place stands a Titan, forged in the shards of gods and fueled by decades of trials painted by her own blood. As she rains retribution upon those who had robbed her life of youth, a new shadow emerges. When temptation arrives - dark winged and armed with prismatic eyes always set on her - just how long will Kamaria's walls stay firm before they begin to crumble under his possessive, primeval touch? ---------- "Give me your hands," I commanded softly. She stiffened, her silver hair shimmering as it drowned under golden light. "I'm fine, Cacciatore. I don't need your-" I didn't wait for her to finish. I reached out and took her hands in mine. They were small, honey-toned, and trembling slightly from the fading adrenaline. Across her knuckles were smears of dark, drying blood-Luther's blood. My movements were rigid and practised, yet there was a gentleness in my touch that even I didn't fully understand. "You shouldn't have to carry his filth on your skin," I murmured, my voice a low vibration. Note: Undergoing major edit.

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