Powerless

Zeff

The room was suffocating with tension, thick and heavy like the moments before a storm. The crackling remnants of magic still lingered in the air, the scent of burning embers clinging to my skin. My back ached from where William had thrown me, my bones still rattling from the force of it. I coughed, struggling to push myself off the ground, but the dizziness from the impact blurred my vision.

Rage burned in my chest like wildfire.

I barely had time to process what had just happened before William came at me again, his fury unchecked, his body coiled like a beast ready to rip me apart. His wolf was on edge, and so was mine.

I was ready to fight him—more than ready to rip into him—but then…

"William, stop!"

Liliam's voice sliced through the chaos like a blade of pure energy, cutting through the anger, the tension—everything.

The second she spoke, William's entire body went rigid.

I watched in stunned disbelief as his raised fist stopped mid-air, his face contorted in strain, as though invisible chains had suddenly wrapped around him. His entire body locked in place, his breathing ragged. His chest rose and fell heavily, but he could no longer move forward.

Then, to my utter shock, his knee buckled.

William Kane, the Alpha King—the most dominant force I'd ever known—was kneeling before her.

My breath caught in my throat, every instinct inside me screaming that this wasn't natural. The man who never bowed to anyone, the wolf who would rather die than submit, was kneeling.

To her.

It wasn't just submission; it was something deeper, something raw and unexplainable.

I barely had time to process it before my eyes locked onto Liliam, and everything around me shifted.

She was glowing. Not just her presence—her eyes.

They were not the same golden brown I knew—they were something otherworldly, a light so fierce it threatened to consume everything around her. Her entire body radiated something ancient, something primal, something powerful.

The air hummed with energy, crackling like a current of unseen electricity, and it was everywhere—suffocating, intoxicating, dangerous.

My wolf whimpered inside me, something that had never happened before. It wasn't fear—it was something far worse.

It was submission.

I felt it too—the invisible force pressing down on me, urging me to bend my knees, to bow before her just as William had.

I clenched my fists. Fought against it. My body trembled from the sheer force of her presence.

What the hell was happening?

I forced myself to stand, to fight the pull, even though every instinct inside me was telling me to do the opposite.

"Liliam," I rasped, my throat dry, my voice barely more than a whisper. "What… what are you doing?"

She turned toward me. And her eyes met mine.

The second they did, it was like I was drowning—like she had reached inside my very soul and wrapped herself around it. I gasped, trying to pull away, but there was no escape.

This wasn't just power.

This was domination.

I was suffocating under the weight of it, but at the same time, I didn't want to run.

My body burned under her gaze, my wolf torn between wanting to submit and wanting to claim. My mind couldn't process it, couldn't understand why the sight of her like this—powerful, untouchable, intoxicating—was affecting me this way.

I barely registered William anymore.

All I saw was her.

All I felt was her.

And I wanted her.

More than ever.

A growl built in my throat, not one of anger, but of something deeper, something darker—something primal.

Then, she blinked.

The glow in her eyes flickered.

The invisible force pressing down on me wavered for a split second, and suddenly, I could breathe again.

I sucked in air, my chest heaving. My muscles ached from the resistance, my wolf still unsettled inside me.

But William was still kneeling. And when I turned back to look at him, I felt sick.

Because it wasn't just submission in his eyes.

It was worship.

His hands slowly lifted, touching her waist like he was touching something sacred. Reverent. Devoted. He had given himself to her completely.

And she let him. She cupped his face, her touch gentle, her expression unreadable.

I hated it.

I hated how easily she accepted his devotion. I hated how effortlessly he gave himself over to her. I hated that it wasn't me.

She pulled him to his feet with a soft command. "Let's go, William."

Something inside me snapped.

My feet moved before I could stop them. "Liliam—"

She turned to me again, and I felt it all over again.

The pull. The command. The crushing weight of her presence.

I gritted my teeth. I wouldn't bow. I wouldn't fall like he did.

But her eyes softened.Not with power.

With disappointment.

And that hurt more than anything. It hit me like a knife straight to the chest. I clutched at my heart, staggering back, the pain spreading through me like a wound I couldn't see.

Why?

Why did her disappointment hurt more than any punch, any fight, any wound? Why did it feel like she was breaking me?

My wolf snarled, desperate, enraged, aching.

I stepped forward, reaching for her, but William was faster. His arms wrapped around her, steadying her when she suddenly swayed, her body faltering.

She was drained. I saw it in her eyes—she wasn't used to this kind of power yet.

William held her like she belonged to him, his hand resting possessively on her hip. The sight made something inside me shatter. I clenched my fists, barely containing the rage.

"Liliam," I called out, but it was no use.

She didn't turn toward me.

She pressed herself deeper into William's arms. My breath left me in a silent, broken exhale. She didn't even look back.

"Let's go, William," she murmured one last time, soft, final, unshaken.

William walked away, guiding her out of the room, his grip firm around her waist.

And I?

I stood there. Frozen. Defeated.

Every part of me screamed to run after her.

To take her back. To fight for her. But she had already made her choice.

And for the first time in my life, I realized that power meant nothing if the one you loved no longer wanted you.

She was gone.

And I had never felt so powerless.

I know! Dont kill me! But there's more. Allot more. So See you in Under the Sky: Dawn of Power. The truth was it was supposed to be two parts. But when it came to publishing it was too long. The first Two parts are here. But as I work for the publishing side, I will be adding visual content. It was divided as Under the Sky, Under the Sky: Bound by Fate. Under the Sky: Dawn of Power and the 4 part which Im still working on and doesnt have a name yet. So far , Dawn of Power here (Which is the third part in books) will start with the Chapter called The Vampire Prince. We'll be seeing the vampires!