Chapter 1: The Unfavored DaughterFiona’s POVI was greeted with the kindest term my family ever granted me, "Unfavored." My footsteps echoed through the shadowy corridors of our Alpha's residence, a place that felt more like a mausoleum than a home. The call to dine with my family was as rare as an eclipse, and I couldn't help but wonder if the invitation had anything to do with my 18th birthday just around the corner. I entered the dining hall, where golden light spilled over the long table set with gleaming silver and crystal. My family was already seated, their expressions ranging from indifferent to slightly curious – none of the warmth I’d hoped for on such a personal milestone. "Happy birthday, Fiona," my father said, his voice holding the same tone he'd use to discuss pack strategies. "Please, sit." "Thank you, Father." I slipped into my designated seat at the far end of the table, noting the empty chair beside me. The absence of my mother, who had passed when I was just a
Chapter 2: Queen FionaFiona’s POVMy hands trembled as I unfolded the perfumed letter, its elegant script a stark contrast to the chaos it would unleash. A single phrase danced cruelly upon the page—a clandestine confession of love between my sister and the man I was meant to escape with at dawn."Is this some kind of joke?" My voice was a whisper lost in the silence of my once-sacred sanctuary. If I hadn’t caught them earlier, I would say it was some ploy to stop me from running away, but I had seen them already, this letter only prove more.The room where I had dreamt of elopement now felt like a mausoleum for my forsaken love. The white lace gown laid out on my bed, an untouched shroud, mocked me with its purity. I clutched the letter to my chest, the paper absorbing the rapid cadence of my heart."Impossible," I breathed, my mind a whirlwind of betrayal and disbelief.The echo of their laughter, my sister's and his, from days past now sounded like a sinister prelude to my devasta
Chapter 3: Just A BreederFiona’s POVMy stood beneath the ancient oak, its gnarled branches a silent witness to my reluctant union. A finery of lace and silk clung to me like a second skin, ill-fitting for my spirit, though it perfectly sculpted my form. The congregation held its breath as I took a step forward, the rustle of my gown whispering secrets of a heart yielded. My fingers trembled, barely touching the rough bark for support. "Stunning," murmured a voice, laced with envy.I didn't need to glance sideward to recognize my sister's tone, dipped in the bitter honey of jealousy. My could feel my sibling's eyes drilling into my back, coveting the crown that now sat upon my brow, heavy as the sorrow in my chest."Thank you, Elara," My replied, my voice a mere wisp of sound. I could sense Elara's discontent, the air thrumming with it, as tangible as the cool metal against my skin.The Alpha King approached, his stride commanding the earth beneath his feet. His presence was a palpa
Chapter 4: Fated FlamesFiona’s POVThe sun had long begun its descent beyond the hills, bathing the world in a soft orange glow. I stood by the window, staring out at the endless fields and forests that stretched beyond the castle. To anyone else, the sight might have been beautiful, but to me, it felt hollow—like the pit that had formed in my chest ever since the ceremony.Three days had passed since I became Quinton’s queen, and yet, it didn’t feel real. Everything about my new life felt foreign: the castle, the title, even the ring on my finger. I twisted it absentmindedly, the cool metal unfamiliar against my skin. I wasn’t sure I’d ever get used to any of this.The Mate Bond. Everyone always spoke of it like it was the most precious thing—the ultimate gift from the Moon Goddess. It was supposed to bring joy, to unite two souls as one. But for me, it felt like a curse. Being bound to Quinton wasn’t a gift—it was a trap. I hadn’t asked for this.And neither had he, from the way h
Chapter 5: Bound by FireFiona's POVI woke with a start, gasping for breath as the remnants of a nightmare clung to me like a dark veil. For a moment, I wasn’t sure where I was, the heavy shadows of the unfamiliar room pressing in on me. But as I sat up, the weight of the silk sheets sliding down my shoulders, reality settled in.The castle. My new life. Quinton.I let out a shaky breath, running a hand through my tangled hair. Sleep had been elusive ever since the wedding. Every night I lay in this bed, wide awake, thoughts racing, emotions tangled. And every night, I wrestled with the same question: How had my life spiraled so completely out of my control?The room was eerily quiet, save for the faint crackle of the fire burning low in the hearth. It cast long, flickering shadows across the stone walls, making the space feel even larger and more isolating. I wrapped my arms around myself, trying to fight off the chill that had settled deep in my bones—not from the cold, but from th
Chapter 6: Confronting ShadowsFiona's POVThe morning light streamed through the tall, arched windows of the castle, casting a golden hue across the stone floors. The warmth of the sun should have been comforting, but it did little to ease the tension knotting in my stomach. I’d hardly slept after Quinton left my room last night, our conversation replaying over and over in my mind.We had agreed to stop fighting the bond, but what did that really mean? How could I let myself trust him, or anyone, after everything that had happened?I tried to push those thoughts aside as I made my way through the castle’s winding halls, heading for the library. It had quickly become my sanctuary—a place where I could escape from the overwhelming reality of my new life.The towering shelves of books, the scent of old paper, the quiet stillness of the room… it was a world away from the turmoil in my heart.When I reached the library, I found it empty, as usual. Most of the castle’s inhabitants had litt
Chapter 7Tethered FatesQuinton’s POVThe storm clouds hung low over the horizon, casting the castle in a somber shadow as the evening deepened. I stood on the balcony of my private chambers, staring out at the rolling landscape below, though my mind was far from the serene view. The wind was cold tonight, colder than usual for this time of year, as if nature itself sensed the growing unease festering within these stone walls. I tightened my grip on the railing, the events of the day swirling relentlessly through my thoughts. Fiona. The book. The symbol. I had thought I could contain it—control the situation before it escalated. But something in her eyes today, that mixture of fear and determination, had left me unsettled.Damn it. I should’ve destroyed that cursed book the moment I laid eyes on it. I still had it locked away, hidden from sight, but its presence lingered in my mind like a festering wound. Ancient magic—dark magic—should never have resurfaced. And now it was here, in
Chapter 8Shadow Of The PastQuinton’s POVThe castle was deathly quiet, the eerie kind of silence that pressed down like a heavy weight, making the air hard to breathe. My entire body was frozen as I knelt beside Fiona’s unmoving form. The cold stone beneath her seemed to radiate with an otherworldly chill, making the room feel like a crypt.I could still feel the remnants of the dark magic that had torn through the library, the stench of it lingering in the air like decay. My chest ached with the absence of our bond, and it was as if someone had driven a dagger straight through my heart.“Fiona,” I rasped, my voice barely audible as I shook her again. No response.The bond between us wasn’t just muted—it was severed. Completely gone.This couldn’t be real. She couldn’t be gone.The words echoed in my mind like a curse. But the more I reached out for her, the more I felt the truth sinking in. Something had taken her from me—something far more powerful than I had anticipated.My breat
Chapter 82A Dangerous GambleQuinton's POVAs we left the clearing, I could feel Fiona’s anguish radiating through every step she took. Her brother, Caleb, being alive was a twist none of us had anticipated, and it cut deeper than anything Lilith had thrown at us so far. But it wasn’t just that. The real wound was seeing him twisted, loyal to the very enemy we were trying to stop. I wanted to say something to comfort her, but I knew words wouldn’t help now. What Fiona needed was action—and answers.“Do you think he’s too far gone?” she asked quietly, barely above a whisper.I looked over at her, unsure of what to say. Caleb’s eyes had been empty—cold. I wasn’t sure what Lilith had done to him, but it felt like she’d stripped him of something vital, something human. “I don’t know,” I admitted. “But we’re going to find out.”We pushed through the underbrush, the night air thick with tension. I had to focus on the immediate problem: how to deal with Lilith’s growing power and Caleb’s in
Chapter 81Revelations UnveiledFiona's POVThe shock of seeing my brother standing beside Lilith sent my mind into a whirlwind of confusion. For years, I thought he was dead. Killed when we were children, lost to a tragedy I could barely remember. But there he was, his eyes gleaming with that same dangerous light I’d seen in my own reflection recently.My breath hitched, and for a moment, I couldn’t speak. It was as though all the air had been sucked from my lungs. "Caleb?" I whispered, taking a cautious step forward.He didn’t respond, his gaze cold and emotionless, like a stranger wearing my brother’s face. The Caleb I remembered had a kindness in his eyes, a warmth. This man... was different. Darker. I couldn’t feel any of the sibling bond we’d once shared. Instead, I felt the same oppressive energy I’d always sensed from Lilith—only now, it was doubled."Surprised to see him?" Lilith’s voice was like silk, dripping with malice. "He’s been waiting for this moment for a long time.
Chapter 80A Dark RevelationFiona's POVThe darkness that swallowed the cave was absolute, suffocating. I couldn’t see Quinton or even hear him. Panic began to bubble up inside me, making my chest feel tight. My heart pounded wildly, each beat echoing in my ears. I reached out, blindly, desperate to find him.“Quinton!” My voice cracked in the overwhelming silence.No response.My pulse quickened as I realized how alone I felt in this void, but I couldn’t afford to lose myself to fear. I squeezed my eyes shut, forcing myself to focus. I could still sense Quinton’s presence somewhere near me—his energy, that raw and protective aura, flickering through the dark. It was faint but there. I had to find him."Fiona..."His voice, strained and faint, came from somewhere close but distant, like he was calling from deep underwater. Relief washed over me, but it was short-lived.Lilith was still out there.My fists clenched, and I took a deep breath, trying to calm the wild thrum of magic bene
Chapter 79In The ShadowsFiona's POVThe cave’s air was thick with tension, as if the forest outside held its breath, waiting. I knelt beside Quinton, trying to stem the bleeding from his wounds. His skin was pale, far too pale, and his breaths were shallow. My heart clenched as I worked, pressing torn pieces of my shirt to his chest, wishing I knew more about healing."You’ll be okay," I whispered, though my voice trembled. I had to keep it together. For him.Quinton’s eyes fluttered open, glazed with pain but still sharp with concern. "We don’t have time to stay here long.""Shh. Just rest," I insisted, but even as I said it, I knew he was right. That stranger wasn’t done with us, not by a long shot. The fight was far from over, and the way the stranger had looked at me, like I was some kind of... weapon, sent a chill down my spine.I glanced toward the cave entrance, half-expecting to see a shadow creeping toward us. The night outside was pitch black, and though we had some time t
Chapter 78The Edge of ControlQuinton's POVPain shot through my body as the stranger’s hand pressed down harder on my chest, pinning me to the ground. I growled, baring my teeth, but it was no use. Whoever this new threat was, they were stronger than anyone I’d ever faced. Fiona’s scream rang in my ears, but I couldn’t focus on her right now. I had to break free, had to fight. But the stranger’s strength was overwhelming, their eyes cold and calculating as they gazed down at me, almost amused by my struggle.“You really thought you could protect her?” the stranger taunted, their voice dripping with mockery. “You don’t even know what she’s capable of.”My muscles burned with the effort as I tried to push them off, but they didn’t budge. I could feel their claws digging into my skin, sharp and unforgiving, and I knew if I didn’t act soon, they’d tear me apart. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Fiona standing there, her hands raised, her eyes glowing with that strange, uncontrollabl
Chapter 77Tangled FatesFiona's POVThe air crackled with lingering energy as I collapsed into Quinton’s embrace, the force of the power I’d just unleashed still thrumming through my veins. My head swirled, a strange combination of exhaustion and exhilaration. The stones in the clearing had responded to me in a way I hadn’t expected—like they had been waiting for me, for this moment. “What just happened?” I whispered, trying to make sense of the chaos that had unfolded. Quinton held me tightly, his heartbeat slowing as we stood in the eerie silence that followed the blast. The forest around us was still, as if the earth itself was holding its breath, waiting for what would come next.“I don’t know,” he admitted, his breath warm against my ear. “But whatever you did… it worked.”I looked up at him, my eyes searching his for any reassurance. “This power—I didn’t even know I had it. It’s like… it’s like it’s growing, and I don’t understand it.”Quinton’s gaze softened, his hand cuppin
Chapter 76Echoes of DeceptionFiona’s POVThe clearing was silent, save for the rapid beating of my heart. My breath came in shallow gasps as I watched Gabriel vanish into the shadows, leaving Quinton and me standing over Victor’s barely conscious form. Quinton looked at me, concern etched into his face, but there was something deeper, something unspoken between us. He wanted to protect me, to shield me from all this danger, but he knew just as I did—there was no turning back now. We were in this together, for better or for worse.“Are you okay?” His voice was strained, as if speaking the words took effort.I nodded, still catching my breath. “I’m fine. Are you?”He grunted in response, clearly hurting from the brawl, but he wouldn’t let it show. Quinton’s strength was both his greatest weapon and his biggest weakness. He carried the weight of every battle, every danger we faced as if it was his sole responsibility. And now, standing in the aftermath of another close call, I could s
Chapter 75Shadow of BetrayalQuinton’s POVThe moment Gabriel led us deeper into the woods, I felt the tension in my chest rise. Something wasn’t right. Everything about this situation screamed danger, but Fiona and I had no other choice. Lukas had the upper hand, and this was our best chance of stopping him. Still, I couldn’t shake the feeling that Gabriel was leading us into a trap.“Stay close,” I whispered to Fiona, my hand resting protectively on her lower back. She nodded, her eyes sharp and focused, but I could feel the nervous energy radiating off her.Gabriel walked ahead of us, moving with a fluid grace that unnerved me. He was too calm, too collected. The forest was still eerily quiet, and it felt like the trees themselves were watching us, waiting to see what would unfold.I didn’t trust him. Not for a second.“Are you sure about this?” Fiona whispered, her voice barely audible.I hesitated before answering. “No. But we don’t have much of a choice, do we?”Her eyes flicke
Chapter 74The Edge of DarknessFiona’s POVGabriel's words hung heavy in the air, lingering like a dark cloud over Quinton and me as we stood in the clearing. The forest was quiet now, unnaturally so, as if it was holding its breath, waiting to see what would happen next. I felt my chest tighten with the weight of everything. Who was this Gabriel? Could we trust him? Every part of me screamed no, but what choice did we have?Quinton's body was tense beside me, his wolf instincts on full alert. I could feel his need to protect me radiating off him, but I also knew that something about Gabriel intrigued him. Maybe it was the chance to gain an advantage over Lukas and Lucian, or maybe it was the desperation we both felt as we realized we were being hunted."Why now?" I asked, my voice cutting through the thick silence. "Why reveal yourself to us now, Gabriel?"Gabriel's eyes flickered toward me, and for a brief moment, I thought I saw something—pain, or maybe regret. But it vanished as