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The Alpha’s Traded Mate
Last Updated : 2025-09-14
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Zeva’s life shattered the night her mate, Alpha Darian of the East, rejected her in front of his pack. Cast aside as unworthy and stripped of her future, the Omega was bartered away like a pawn, her fate sealed in a cruel bargain. Now, she belongs to Aric Veylor—the ruthless Alpha of the North. Cold as the frozen lands he rules, Aric has no use for weak Omegas except as breeders, and Zeva, being his first, is delivered to his pack as nothing more than his breeder bride. But Zeva refuses to break quietly. Beneath her scars lies a strength he never expected, and her defiance sparks dangerous consequences in a world already divided by power, betrayal, and blood. When an Omega is traded into the arms of the most feared Alpha alive, will she survive as his breeder bride… or will her defiance ignite a storm that could consume them both?
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Aric’s POV The northern winds still clung to my cloak as I paced the length of the council chamber, boots striking the obsidian floors like war drums. Garrick leaned against the carved wolf pillar, arms crossed, his usual mask of indifference covering the storm brewing in his eyes. Across from me, High Seer Malrik sat motionless, those cursed silver eyes glittering like moonlit daggers.“I’ve already given my answer,” I growled, voice low but laced with enough venom to send lesser wolves trembling. “I will not be shackled. Not to a mate. And certainly not to a whimpering omega who will break before the first winter.”Malrik’s mouth curled into something between a smile and a sneer. “This is not about shackles, Alpha Aric. This is about legacy.”I stilled, my hand tightening around the edge of the stone table until cracks spread beneath my grip. Legacy. That word had haunted me since the day I first claimed the northern throne bathed in blood and fire. The north demanded strength, not
Last Updated : 2025-09-14The Alpha’s Traded Mate 3
Zeva’s POVThree days blurred into an eternity. The dungeon was a pit carved out of stone, damp and cold, filled with the stench of mildew and rusted chains. I thought I would lose my mind long before I lost my body. Time didn’t move down here; it stretched and warped, melting into agony. My throat had dried into sandpaper, my lips cracked until blood crusted them.Leah, my wolf, fought inside me like a cornered beast. Stay alive, she urged, though even her voice wavered with fatigue. We can’t die here, Zeva.But I was dying. Slowly, brutally. Every bone in my body throbbed, every muscle shriveled under the cruelty of deprivation. My head spun until I couldn’t tell if I was awake or dreaming.And yet, I wasn’t dead.I wondered bitterly if that was Thalyn’s plan all along—not to kill me outright, but to unravel me piece by piece until I begged for death.I was curled against the damp wall when I heard footsteps echoing, heavy and deliberate. My foggy mind barely registered them until t
Last Updated : 2025-09-14The Alpha’s Traded Mate 2
Zeva’s POV The stone floor was cold beneath me, its chill biting through the thin fabric of my dress as I sat in the vast, dimly lit quarters of Alpha Darian Kaelith. The silence here was deafening, broken only by the occasional crackle of the fire in the hearth. For nearly an hour I waited, my thoughts circling like vultures. Why had he dragged me here after rejecting me so publicly?My heart still ached from the sting of that cruel moment in the hall. His words — “you’re nothing but an omega” — gnawed at me like a wound that refused to close. Leah whimpered in the back of my mind, restless and angry.“We are not weak, Zeva. We are not worthless.”I straightened my spine despite the weight pressing down on me. I wouldn’t cower, not here. Not anymore.The heavy doors creaked open, snapping me from my thoughts. Darian entered first, tall and commanding in his dark ceremonial attire, his expression carved from ice. Thalyn swept in beside him, smugness dripping from every step. Elder Ma
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Zeva’s POVThe night of the mating ceremony was supposed to be every she-wolf’s dream. For three years, I’d watched others stumble into destiny’s arms, their lives ignited by a single spark that bound wolf to wolf, heart to heart. And for three years, I’d walked away with nothing but a hollow chest and a smile that didn’t quite reach my eyes.Tonight, I told myself, would be different.The hall glimmered with soft golden light, chandeliers dripping down like frozen stars, laughter weaving with music, and the scent of roses mixing with roasted venison. It was beautiful, extravagant… a fairytale made flesh. But I was not the princess in silk gowns or jeweled crowns. I was the shadow behind them.“Hold still, you useless girl!” Thalyn hissed, yanking her hand away as I fastened the final clasp on her crimson gown.I bit my tongue until I tasted copper. One and a half hours—an eternity spent painting her face, curling her hair, tightening her corset until she gasped dramatically about how
Last Updated : 2025-09-14
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