My Silver Lover

Chapter 11: The Comrade's Prick

The sound of the door being smashed echoed through Princess Olivia’s wing in the Alpha Palace. The walls trembled under the guards’ strikes, as if the palace itself was wincing with each blow. Shouts of commands rose, reverberating through the long corridors, mingling with the heavy footsteps of the guards on the stone floor, and everything around Olivia became chaotic, fast, and terrifying.

The guards entered swiftly—not many, just two or three—but their presence was strict and intimidating. Their eyes were sharp, every movement calculated, every command executed without mercy. "Stop! Don’t move!" one of them shouted in a booming voice, the echo bouncing off the walls as if the place itself had become part of the punishment. Another grabbed her wrists firmly, his grip unrelenting; every attempt she made to move or resist met with unyielding strength.

Olivia tried to resist, raising her voice in screams, but all she heard was her own echo, bouncing mockingly through the palace. Her tears mingled with fear, her voice trembling, her heart pounding violently, like a hammer striking her chest without pause. Every passing moment felt unbearably long, each second pressing heavier on her, until she felt the very air around her constrict, choking her breaths, making even the smallest movement an exhausting struggle.

The guards’ heavy steps, the creak of doors, the clash of iron against iron—all around her amplified the terror. She felt as though the walls were closing in, shadows curling around her, trapping her from all sides. She tried to pull herself together, to breathe slowly, to calm her racing heart, but she quickly realized that everything around her was being heard; every word, every movement, even her silence had a sound, as if someone were watching every detail of her existence.

Finally, after minutes that felt like years, she was thrown into the palace dungeon. The door slammed shut behind her with a final thud, its echo ringing in her head and confirming the truth: she was alone, without any protection. Cold wrapped around her body, freezing her limbs. Darkness surrounded her from every side, and fear pressed on her chest in a way that made it hard to breathe. She sat on the floor, her back pressed against the cold wall, trying to steady herself, trying to breathe slowly, but each breath was heavy and painful, every passing moment harder than the last. From the closed door to the silence of the dungeon, everything seemed hostile, as if the place itself whispered: “You are trapped… and there is no escape.”

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Flashback – Erling and the Discovery

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In one of the dark corridors of the palace, Erling walked with calm steps, his mind preoccupied with royal duties, yet a strange feeling suddenly stopped him, something he had never felt before. He paused at Princess Olivia’s wing and listened.

He heard the fearful voice, faint but clear enough to cut through the silence:

"My daughter, Avery… I hid her far from the kingdom since her birth because I foresaw a dangerous future for her with a murderous companion."

His heart shivered, pierced by a strange feeling in his chest, one he had never known before. His inner wolf whispered in a low but sharp voice:

"What? Could this daughter be our companion? Wait… her daughter? She didn’t give birth from my uncle Orvin… could it be? The child of her human lover?"

All the sounds around him faded; everything became silent in his mind. Every movement of the mother, every tremor in her voice, every invisible tear, every moment of fear, unfolded before Erling with stunning clarity. The mother’s voice shook, filled with fear and sorrow:

"I was afraid for her… I was protecting her… I was hiding her from everyone…"

In that moment, everything stopped in his mind. The truth appeared clearly before him: She is definitely my companion… the Silver Luna…

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She fell to the ground suddenly, her heart pounding violently, beating as if it wanted to burst out of her chest. Her eyes widened in terror, unable to believe what she was seeing, unable to believe he was there in front of her with such power, such unsettling calm. She tried to stand, but her body trembled, as if it had lost all balance in the face of the moment.

And suddenly, he was there, standing before her—larger, more imposing than she had ever expected. His eyes carried the strength of the wolf and the unwavering resolve of Erling; his gaze seemed to weigh down the entire space. Everything around her fell silent, as if time itself had paused for a moment, the air thick and heavy, and all focus was solely on her.

He spoke in a calm yet sharp voice, each word slicing through the silence like a blade:

"Is this daughter my companion?"

She trembled, her voice barely a whisper, hesitant, almost stammering:

"I'm not sure… but I have a feeling that she is."

He took a single step closer, yet she felt as if he had crossed miles. His voice became even sharper, filled with unstoppable strength and determination:

"Alright… what is her name? What does she look like?"

She answered fearfully, every word trembling from her lips as if it were a whisper of fear itself:

"I don’t know… the necklace lets me sense her, but it doesn’t reveal her face… all I know is where she is…"

At the mention of the village, Erling shuddered; his confusion turned to certainty, everything becoming clear in his mind as if the fog had suddenly lifted. He unleashed his wolf, his eyes glowing silver, his body tensing as his power extended, then he surged forward at an unimaginable speed, as if the earth itself could not keep up, heading directly toward the place the necklace had indicated.

At the same time, the court had sentenced his uncle’s wife—three years in prison with full corporal punishment. The verdict struck her heart like a hammer. Her tears were not for herself, but for her child, her little girl who did not yet understand the magnitude of the fate awaiting her. She was afraid—afraid that Erling would find her, that her tiny heart would become the target of that monster, that mighty wolf.

She whispered a desperate wish, one that ran through every passing second: that nothing would prevent him from protecting her heart, that she would remain safe from harm. Yet she felt helpless, felt that her partner had fled, and that she was utterly powerless to act, powerless to protect the one she loved. Every second that passed weighed like a mountain on her chest, heavy with fear, panic, and despair…

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Two days after Stephanie regained consciousness, she felt a sudden improvement in her body and spirit. Everything seemed lighter, each breath easier, yet boredom began to creep over her like a long shadow. Staying inside the house, surrounded by high walls and closed doors, had become a torment for a girl who loved freedom and adventure, who hated the feeling of being trapped and confined.

Her father agreed to let her go out, a faint smile in his eyes, as if he had been waiting for this moment for days. Stephanie stepped outside with her siblings, their laughter filling the air, and the colors of the village around them seemed brighter after days of darkness and gloom. And Ian, who refused to leave her for even a moment, walked beside her like a protective shadow, his eyes never leaving her, watching every step as if the whole world had vanished except for her.

They all went out to have fun, running through the narrow alleys, playing, laughing, feeling a freedom they hadn’t experienced in a long time. The air carried the scent of rain-soaked earth, and the bright colors of the small houses made them feel as if they were part of a living painting.

But suddenly, everything changed. A strange presence descended upon them, something in the air that made hearts tremble, freezing their feet for a moment. From the alleys emerged a massive wolf, black as night, with deep blue eyes, filled with anger and raw power. Its presence was overwhelming, dominating the entire space, even silencing all sounds and laughter.

A sense of awe and terror surged into everyone’s hearts; even her siblings could not move, their eyes widening in shock and fear. Then, suddenly, the wolf began to shift… its body loosening and moving in a strange way until it took on a human form, standing before them as Erling, in a presence unlike any they had ever seen. His eyes held the strength and mystery of the wolf, every detail radiating power and authority.

Erling did not wait for them to register their astonishment; in a single, fleeting moment, he knew he had found his companion—the Silver Luna. Without hesitation, and with a speed the eyes could not follow, he snatched Stephanie from among them in the blink of an eye, lifting her into his arms with strength. Yet she did not feel fear—only a strange sense of safety.

Then, before anyone could react, he shifted back into his full wolf form, his body brimming with strength and speed, and surged away with her, disappearing from sight as if the earth itself could not keep pace with him.

And then…

complete silence.