Episode 1

The room was silent, save for Aliya's ragged breathing as she glared at the two men before her. Her eyes sparked with a mixture of anger and a desire she refused to admit. Aiden and Kael exchanged a look, slow, irresistibly arrogant smiles spreading across their faces.

"You lied to me." Aliya's words came out sharp, yet her voice wavered for a second as Aiden took a step forward, his overwhelming presence consuming every inch of space around her.

"We lied, yes," Aiden murmured, his deep voice resonating hypnotically. "And we'd do it again, if it meant having you here, now."

Kael was right behind her, his intoxicating warmth almost touching her. He brought his face close to the curve of her neck, his hot breath making her shiver involuntarily. Aliya tried to suppress the reaction, but her body seemed to have a will of its own. She took a deep breath, but their scent, a wild and seductive aroma designed to disarm, invaded her senses, as if claiming her in a way she hated to admit.

"You... You have no right to trick me like this." She protested, her voice failing, the heat in her chest growing with every passing moment.

Kael leaned in, his lips millimeters from her skin. "Trick you? No, Aliya. Everything we do is for you." He murmured, sliding his hands along her arms with a slow, almost torturous touch, a caress that sent waves of shivers through her entire body.

Aiden cupped her face, forcing her to look at him. His gaze was both an invitation and a provocation. "You hate us as much as you desire us, Aliya. There's no point in fighting what's already yours. Against what you already know you want."

She felt his lips brush against hers, a touch that was both a challenge and a surrender. She tried to push him away, but the touch was like a drug, sending an electric jolt with the slightest movement. He smiled against her lips, a dangerous smile that made her lose her breath.

"You are... unbearable," she muttered, trying to resist, but her words were muffled as Aiden kissed her, firm and possessive. He held the nape of her neck with a strong hand, deepening the kiss until she felt her legs weaken, surrendering to the contact, the heat, and the intensity.

Kael slid his hands around her waist, his fingers branding her through the fabric, a touch that seemed to pierce any layer of resistance. He brushed his lips against her shoulder, murmuring against her skin. "Tell us you don't want us, Aliya. Say it, and we'll let you go." His voice was both a promise and a threat, an invitation to something she couldn't deny.

Aliya felt surrounded, consumed, as if their presence burned away every shred of self-control she still had. Their hands explored, their touches meticulous and calculated to leave her skin on fire, her mind in turmoil.

'You are... damn arrogant alphas... I hate..." But her voice trailed off as Aiden leaned in and caressed the side of her face, his eyes piercing, and the soft touch a contrast to the burning desire that pulsed between them.

He whispered against her lips. "Hate us all you want, but you're ours. Even if your mouth lies, your body has never refused us."

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MONTHS EARLIER

Heavy clouds hid the pale light of dawn, as if the sky itself sensed the darkness Aiden and Kael brought with them. The hall was crowded with Alphas, Betas, and even a few omegas who risked a glimpse of the brothers' strength, those who had surpassed legend and become gods among wolves.

"It's not about respect, Aiden," Kael murmured, his deep voice echoing through the hall. "It's about fear." He leaned in, his predatory gaze fixed on the Alpha who had dared to raise his voice.

"Yes, of course." Aiden smiled, but there was something deadly in that curve of his lips. "And he'd better remember that."

The Alpha faltered. Everyone knew no one could face them; the twins were immortal, untouchable. No legend or tradition could challenge them. Even the ancient prophecies about the Supreme Alphas were just a pale whisper compared to the power the brothers emanated. But, despite all their strength and dominion, there was a persistent emptiness in each of them, a sense of incompleteness that, at times, consumed them like an invisible flame.

Aiden and Kael

"I've been thinking a lot," Kael murmured to his brother as they moved away from the center of the hall, where the Alphas remained silent.

"How will we deal with our brides?"

Aiden rolled his eyes. "I ask myself the same question. Whether we like it or not, they know they're not... them. They're not the Lunas."

"Maybe we'll never find them." Kael clenched his fist, his eyes clouded with an ancient frustration. "Four hundred years, Aiden. Four hundred years of waiting, and nothing. Just shadows of something that never materializes."

Aiden sighed, but his gaze rose beyond the stone walls, to the mountains that surrounded their domain. "What if our destinies are beyond our reach? What if they don't even exist anymore?"

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Meanwhile, miles away, a young woman walked along a dusty road, feeling the cold wind cut her face. Her eyes, an almost silver blue, reflected the intensity of a storm about to break. Aliya, as she was called, was an omega, but nothing in her posture suggested submissiveness or weakness. The only thing that made her different was the almost indomitable strength of her own essence.

Aliya

The journey to her hometown had already lasted hours, and she couldn't deny that her heart beat a little faster at the thought of the rumors about that place.

"Aliya, you're going to keep your behavior in check, right?" Her sister Lyanna's voice was laden with sarcasm, and Aliya felt the venom in her words.

Lyanna

She turned, her gaze icy. "Don't worry, Lyanna. Try to take care of yourself."

Her stepmother, who was watching the interaction with critical eyes, cleared her throat. "I hope you behave, Aliya. We don't want your... temperament to interfere with your father's business."

Aliya lifted her chin, an ironic smile dancing on her lips. "Don't worry, Laena, I'm only interested in returning to Germany as soon as possible."

Aliya's family home was an imposing mansion, decorated with rigor and grandeur, but to her, that place had always seemed cold, empty. Her return was recent, but she already wished to go back to Germany, to her own space, where she could just be herself, away from critical gazes and whispers of disapproval. From the moment she arrived, she had felt the family tension, as if her presence were an affront. Her father had barely looked her in the eye, and her stepmother treated her with the same disdain as always.

After hours of enduring the icy silence of the corridors, Aliya was about to retire when her stepmother entered her room without knocking.

"Aliya, go get ready. We'll be at dinner with the Supremes tonight," she announced, in a brusque tone that brooked no argument.

The young woman sighed, exhausted. "I'm tired. I've had a long journey and I'd like to rest tonight."

"Do you think that matters?" Her stepmother crossed her arms, her lips pursed in a rigid line. "This is a unique chance to make yourself useful to your family, to your father. We are not like the humans you spent years living with. Here, you will have to follow the rules."

Aliya closed her eyes, trying to contain the irritation building inside her. The urge to scream was strong, but she yielded to the pressure, as she always did.

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