The Lycan's Lady

Orion Steele

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Introduction

Table Of Contents

Introduction

Werewolf

When Lady Brenda Bingham escapes her impending doom – a marriage to the thrice-widowed Duke of Wolfsbane – she finds herself prey to a far more terrifying predator: a monstrous werewolf. Torn and left for dead, she awakens to a world beyond human comprehension, transformed into a lycanthrope herself. As she grapples with her new, savage nature, a terrifying truth emerges: the werewolf who attacked her is her fated mate. Now, Brenda must master her newfound powers to confront not only her monstrous ex-fiancé, but the villagers who hunt her kind, in a desperate fight for survival and the chance at a love as wild and untamed as her own heart.

All Chapters

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The Beast in the Glade
Promised to the Ravenous Duke
The Human Bride
A Spark Ignites
A Refusal Most Bold
The Hunt Begins
From Nuptials to Nightmare
Among Wolves and Men
Brothers in Sin
The Lady Vanishes
The Defiler's Domain
The Jasmine's Cry
Eyeless Hunger
The Hunt Begins Anew
Lunar Might
Brothers at Odds
Cù-Sìth's Riddle
Of Ancient Woods and Bitter Tidings
Of Destiny's Cruel Hand and Ancient Challenges
A Choice of Doom
Edge of Ruin
Beneath Battle-Scarred Cliffs
Lords of the Hunt
A Hidden Hand
Lunar Embrace
"Tis Neither Good Nor Ill"
The Drune'adair
Hallucinatory Genesis
The Curse of Ignorance
The Feral Hunger
From the Ashes of Hintherland
The Alpha's Niece Reborn Reborn
The Callanish Moon-Loch Initiation
Boundless Desire
His Moonbeam
Hidden Heirloom
A Shadowed Rescue
The Ouroboros's Coil
Through Fire and Fangs
A Wolf Among Wolves
Primal Urge
A Seductress with a Secret
Birth of Abominations
The Cult of the Moon
Repentance in Blood
Eros and Atonement
A Risky Wager
Thorns of Truth
The Moon's Dominion
Gwendolyn's Wicked Hour
A Duel Most Savage
Dark Passions Unleashed
Flesh, Fire, and Fate
Where Love Turns Savage
A Lesson in Seduction
A Druid’s Edict, A Granddaughter’s Fate
Portents of the Shadowlands
Betwixt Mortal Realms
Legacy of Dark Thunder
The Pack's Merry Gathering
A Brother's Dire Warning
Where Monsters Dance
The Black Moon Rises
The Mirror's Secret
A Toast to Peril
A Name from Tales Past
The Ancient Messenger's Gift
The Blood Moon's Eve
The Half-Man's Tale
Tomorrow's Choices
Gwendolyn's Riddle
The Hintherland Gateway
Beneath Highland Stars
Hearts Asunder
Flight into Shadow
Elwin's Tale of Love
A Fool's Errand?
Through Darkened Corridors
The Sleepwalking Youth
Of Heroes and Hope
When Julia Returns
Ancient Grudges Kindled
When Magic Breaks
When Darkness Ascends
Sweet Talk in Shadows
Gwendolyn's Thousand Faces
Midnight's Dreadful Court
What Love Hath Wrought
Voices in Council
Flight of the White Wolf
A Shaman's Farewell
Welcome to Wolfsbane
Of Blood and Betrayal
The Devil’s Own Brood
A Revelation Most Cruel
Heir to Nothing
A Village on Edge
The Duke’s Decree
The Duke's Wicked Hunt
A Duke's Interest
A Spell Gone Awry
To Sup or to Duel
Ming Vases and Mayhem
Hollow Defenses
A Charlatan’s Worth
A Game of Illusions
By Sorcery Undone
The Alpha's Last Hope
Dark Science and Darker Needs
The Ghost Thief
Upon the Hunter’s Path
A Bitter End
What the Fire Spared
Dark Decree
Death's Luxurious Accommodations
Tristan's Troubled Quarters
Tears of the Luna
Flames' Riddle
Mercy Among Monsters
Challenge Upon Challenge
His Grip, Her Wildest Cry
The Altar of Ecstasy
Climax and Command
Avert Gaze, Danger Waits
Friend, Foe, Mystery
The Nephewed Womb
The Clearing of Bones
A Merciful End?
The Fatal Shot
Claws of Revelation
Manor Doors Ajar
The Morrow's Dark Raid
Forest of Silent Watchers
Enemies As Guests
Darkness Seeks Light
Thwarted Possession
Half-Man, Half-Monster
The Monster's Human Fall
Triumph and Tenderness
The Unexpected Supplicant
The Witch Returns
A Duke Declined
Beyond to Hintherland
By Arawn's Dread Oath
To Burn and To Break
Gwendolyn's Cruel Grace
Beasts and Brothers
The Alpha's Chosen
A Court of Watchful Eyes
The Duke's Deadly Invitation
Night's Beginning
Curfew and Despair
The Forbidden Enlightenment Awaits
A Touch of Healing
The Devouring of Gwendolyn
Where Others Vanished
The Last Scions
The Mate's Deception
A Trap Prepared
Trap for a Werewolf
Blood and Ecstasy
The Headboard's Violent Song
Deception's Sweet Wine
Uncle Tris's Farewell
Into the Night
The Beast Unleashed
Hunters in the Night
The Shadowed Guest
Hope in the Abyss
The Ancient Prayer
The Hyrssyden Hunt
Sanctuary or Tomb?
Within Opalescent Walls
Surely He Shall Not!
Passion's Prey
Confrontation at Zenith
Gathering at Dusk
Betrayal's Bitter Fruit
Till Moonrise Claims All
Twelve Wolves Dancing
Captive and Cunning
The Last Card Falls
When Dawn Breaks
The Violin's Warning
The Storm Incarnate

The Beast in the Glade

On one such afternoon ablaze with summer's lush splendor, Brenda felt a serene contentment settle over her like a warm embrace as Jack regaled her with fanciful tales from his childhood spent roaming the verdant forests at his humble home's edge. "You must promise to show me these mystical woods one day," she implored when he paused for breath, hazel eyes sparkling with wistful longing. "I've scarce ventured beyond the manor grounds in my life!" Jack's wolfish grin flashed brilliant in the dappled sunlight. "As mi lady commands!" Before Brenda could protest his teasing formality, he'd grasped her hand and tugged her off toward the looming tree line separating tamed grounds from unkempt wilderness. "Jack!" She gasped in equal parts delight and chiding reproach, stumbling after his long-legged stride. "We can't simply--" Her breathless objection withered on her lips as the vibrant emerald canopy enveloped them, tangled branches filtering the slanting rays into dancing patterns. All around them, the primeval forest thrummed with fecund new life and possibility. In a sunlit glade, Jack paused to face her, eyes sparking impish delight. "Well? What say you to my humble cathedral, my lady?" Words eluded Brenda as her senses drank in the rich, earthy perfume and kaleidoscope of verdant textures embracing them. This sylvan paradise was a revelation, so starkly alive compared to the muffled gloom of her regimented world. "It's...beautiful," she finally murmured in an awed hush. "Like something from the fairy story books Mother used to read me." The tender mention of her late parent's name creased Jack's expression into one of unguarded warmth. Grasping her hands in his calloused palms, he searched her face with uncommon solemnity. "I'm glad you deem it so, Brenda. For you possess the same quiet beauty interwoven through this woodland's splendor. Too long has your gentle radiance been dimmed by the somber trappings of nobility." Warmth blossomed in her cheeks at the unexpected poetic turn of his words. Moments like these revealed unforeseen glimmers of insight and wisdom gleaming beneath the stablehand's rough hewn charm. "You flatter me overmuch, sir," she protested with a shy smile. Jack's grin returned full force. "Then allow me to amend my transgression by affording you a proper introduction to this enchanted forest realm!" Utterly disarmed, Brenda could only laugh and surrender herself to Jack's effortless guidance as they roamed deeper into the Arcadian paradise. They whiled away the dwindling daylight hours in carefree exploration, Jack patiently supplementing her lacking wilderness knowledge with each fresh wonder they encountered. Brenda took special delight in observing the play of nature. Jack immediately stiffened beside her, features gone hawklike and alert as a gaunt lupine shape materialized amongst the brambles. "Brenda, slowly...back away," he cautioned beneath his breath. Too late, her eyes widened with dismay as she took in the beast's wretched, feral state. Its ribs protruded in gaunt ridges beneath a coarse and patchy coat, each shallow pant revealing a maw of cracked, yellowed fangs. As they stood frozen, the macabre apparition inched nearer with a grating whine. Dread turned Brenda's heart to a leaden lump in her chest. This creature bore no resemblance to the noble creatures gracing her father's hunting tapestries. No, this was something far darker...a malignant curse in lupine guise. "Brenda...?" Jack's voice quavered with naked dread as they watched the stuff of nightmare unfold. Within moments, the cowering lupine abomination had fully surfaced, a towering, hair-covered monstrosity vaguely black wolf. Baleful amber eyes blazed with feral sentience in its gnarled, fanged visage as it lumbered toward them with startling alacrity. "Run!" Jack grabbed Brenda's hand with bruising force, making to flee. But something in those haunted eyes, that sense of keen intelligence burning behind the bestial facade, rooted her feet to the loamy forest floor. "Wait..." She heard herself murmur, pulling free of Jack's terrified grasp. An inexplicable sense of kinship with the creature's torment welled up, overriding her sensible urges of self-preservation. "I think it's wounded." As the twisted, magnificent yet terrible beast neared, Brenda gasped, "Oh, poor creature!" The wolf's eyes glow with an eerie light, fur shimmering into gray luminescence as it took on another hue before their horrified gazes. Jack's eyes widened in fear. "Milady, that's no ordinary wolf..." he whispered warningly. "Looks like it was shot." An overpowering curiosity drew Brenda towards the tormented creature ahead. Gathering her shawl, she ventured forth despite Jack's caution to be careful. "Milady, be careful," Jack tries to warn again. Brenda gasped sharply at the monstrous, skulking, bellowing wolf-like beast. As if sensing her unruly boldness, the hulking fanged creature slowly turned its maw her way. Jack wetted his pants, taking to his heels in terror. Fingers finding her silver crucifix, Brenda clutched the sacred symbol, raising her other hand to ward off the fiery inhuman gaze she met unflinchingly. Locking eyes with the beast, Brenda's breath caught in her throat. Those penetrating amber orbs held not the soulless vacancy of a mindless animal, but an eerie intelligence. And something else - loneliness mirroring the hollowness consuming her from within. "What dark magic twists your soul into such a tortured shape?" The gentle words slipped unbidden from Brenda's lips. Instead of fleeing, her feet carried her closer to the creature as one entranced. A bestial snarl rumbled from the beast as it lunged forward, jaws gnashing. Brenda braced herself for death's brutal embrace. Yet instead of rending flesh, the wolf skidded to a halt, nostrils flaring as it drank in her floral scent. Heart pounding, she studied the fearsome visage mere inches away. This monster did not attack. "You mean me no harm, do you?" Brenda murmured speculatively. Perhaps kindred spirits dwelled within their respective prisons - she in her sheltered existence, this creature in its twisted form. With surprising delicacy, the beast inclined its head in response. For what felt an eternity, they studied one another in weighted silence broken only by their frantic, indrawn breaths. Brenda took one step forward toward whatever otherworldly mystery lay before her. "Allow me, tend to your wounds?" Then slowly, almost hesitantly, the beast inclined its grotesque, ruined visage in solemn acknowledgment. With trembling fingers, Brenda unfastened her shawl. The fine muslin would serve well enough as bandages, she thought, recalling her mother's lessons in treating the hunting hounds' injuries. The beast's penetrating amber gaze followed her every movement as she tore the delicate fabric into strips. "I am possessed of some knowledge regarding medicinal herbs," she murmured, more to steady her own nerves than soothe the creature. "Mother taught me their uses, though Father deemed such knowledge beneath a lady's station." The wolf's ears pricked forward at the sound of her voice. A low rumble emanated from its chest - not quite a growl, but something softer, almost like a purr. The sound emboldened Brenda. "Behold, there grows yarrow," she gestured toward the delicate white blooms that graced the verdant glade. "And - oh! Comfrey too. most efficacious for such injuries." To her infinite wonderment, the noble creature maintained perfect stillness as she gathered nature's remedies, save for its penetrating gaze which followed her every movement. Such intelligence in that gaze! Such profound understanding! Each time their gazes met, an inexplicable connection sparked betwixt them, defying all rational explanation. Working quickly before her courage failed, Brenda crushed the herbs between two smooth stones, precisely as she had witnessed her mama do on countless occasions. "I fear this may sting a bit," she cautioned, extending her hand toward the grievous wound that marred the beast's mighty shoulder. The wolf, though visibly tense, made no move to snap at her. Instead, it lowered its massive head, offering better access to the injury. Brenda's breath caught at this display of trust. As she worked, applying the poultice and binding it with strips of her ruined shawl, she found herself talking softly to the creature. She spoke of her lonely life at the manor, of her beloved mother's death, of her father's cold distance. Words long held captive in her heart found liberation in that moment. The beast listened with an attentiveness that quite defied its wild nature, occasionally making that peculiar purring sound. Once, when tears threatened as she spoke of her mother, the creature pressed its cool nose to her cheek with remarkable gentleness. "'Tis done," declared Miss Brenda, surveying her handiwork with satisfaction. "That should—" Her words faltered as she observed the rapidly diminishing daylight. "Heavens above! The hour grows most late—Father will be furious!"

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