Dante’s POV
She was gone.
A princess waltzed into my life, igniting the dormant feelings I thought had long since died. And then, without a trace, she vanished.
Not a single damn trace.
I could still smell her. Her vanilla and something sweet scent clung to my sheets.
A scent so intoxicating, it was almost like I could taste it and as if it was burned into my soul.
But it wasn’t just her scent.
Her blood stained the sheets, too.
I marked her with my teeth. Her soft, delicate skin was now marred with my canines.
The bite was still fresh in my mind as the pulse of her heartbeat under my teeth echoed in my head.
No hallucination could feel so real.
"Alpha, we have searched every CCTV, every bus and train station, and there is no trace of a woman in a blue gown with red hair," Killian’s voice broke through the haze of anger clouding my mind. His words and the doubt they carried were like poison twisting in my gut. He thought I was losing my mind. They all did. I know it would not be the first time I would be losing my mind.
But I knew what I felt. I knew what I held. She was real. She had been there.
"Did you ask the guards stationed last night if they saw a short, thin woman with red hair in a sparkly blue gown?" I asked once again.
"There were hundreds, Alpha. Hundreds of women in blue gowns with red hair. We are trying to track every woman, but—"
His voice trailed off, but I could hear the hesitation. The pity in his tone. They thought I was losing it again.
But I knew. I felt her warmth.
I could taste her. She wasn’t a figment of my shattered mind.
If I was not a schizophrenic bastard, I would have proven my point with my words without the use of force.
"Did you speak to the guards?” I growled a low guttural sound that left my throat like a warning. “Find her."
"Alpha..." Killian’s voice faltered, uncertainty creeping into his words. "We have checked everywhere. The stations, the airports, and even the bus depots. There is no sign of her."
I felt a laugh bubble up, but it was hollow. Dark. It twisted inside my chest like an animal scraping at the walls of my ribcage. Anger, frustration. They clawed at me and tore me from the inside out. And I knew something wasn’t right.
I couldn’t let it go. Not yet.
Just as I was about to speak, a new voice broke.
"Alpha, I have news."
I turned to find Vespera, her dark eyes flickering with something I couldn’t place. She was a Gamma. A female werewolf with the blood of warriors running in her veins. A strategist, sharper than most. If Killian weren’t the loyal Beta he was, she would have long since replaced him.
“What is it?” I barked, impatience dense in my voice.
"Darkwood pack is planning an attack on us in three nights. Moon Lord pack is backing them up." Her voice was cold and calculating. But it wasn’t the attack that caught my attention. It was the mention of the Moon Lord pack.
They were too conservative. Too weak to pick a fight with us.
“Moon Lord?” I growled. "They have never dared this before."
"Alpha Juno's ambition is rising," Killian added, his tone heavy with disdain. "Now he is backing Darkwood? He is seeking death."
Vespera’s voice cut through again, and it was more urgent this time. “I have another lead. The mission you entrusted to me it has brought me to the Moon Lord pack. The person you have been searching for for fifteen years... his trail leads there.”
I froze. Her words sliced through me like ice.
"Who?" I asked. Now, I completely forgot about her. I forgot about the woman whose worn-out panties I was carrying in my pocket. Like Cinderella, she came into my life. When the clock struck twelve, she left. Instead of glass slippers, she left her worn-out panties there. And just like that, I knew she was not a princess draped in silk and satin but a Cinderella who was waiting for someone like me to pull her out of misery.
Right now, my attention was on the bastard who stole me of every joy, every feeling, a potential happy life. The bastard who ruined my world. A bastard who killed my mate brutally. A bastard who ruined my happy family. My parents. My child.
Vespera's face darkened. “Hector. Alpha Juno’s brother.”
She added. “It was him.”
I could taste the bile rising in my throat. "Hector..." I growled the name like it was poison.
"Two days from now, he is marrying the Beta’s daughter, Scarlett Rosetti. There is a rumor that she is the princess of the Rosetti family. But there is another rumor… After their wedding, Alpha Juno plans to marry her older sister, Alyssia Rosetti." Vespera’s voice carried a quiet disdain.
I let out a dark laugh that was cruel and low, dripping with contempt. "So, the Rosetti princess becomes a pawn in their game."
I turned my gaze back to Killian. “You know what to do.”
Killian’s eyes glinted with a vicious promise. "Murder Scarlett Rosetti in cold blood."
"No," Vespera interrupted. "She is innocent.”
I looked her dead in the eye and said, “Anyone tied to Hector will pay. Anyone who dares to cross me will meet the same fate. Destroy her. Bring Hector to me. And burn that damn pack to the ground.”
Vespera hesitated, her gaze flickering with doubt, but she said nothing and nodded her head in the end.
I clenched my fists as blood thrummed in my veins.
I had waited too long. Lost too much. Now it was time for them to feel the same pain I had. Hector would pay. And anyone standing in my way would bleed.
And it would begin with Scarlett Rossetti.
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A blur. A rush of movement. A gust of wind.And suddenly, Rome was gone.He hit the ground with a heavy thud and now he was groaning in pain.I gasped, coughing violently as I collapsed onto the cold filthy floor as my body was convulsing from the lack of air.Through the haze of tears clouding my vision, I saw her.A woman stood where Rome had been. Her presence radiated power. Her violet hair cascaded down her back like liquid silk.She roared. “Have you lost your fucking mind? Do you even realize what you were doing?”Rome, still clutching his side from the impact, spat out venomously, “Shut up, Vespera! You don’t understand! Liam was my brother! My best friend! I was avenging him!”Vespera’s gaze didn’t waver. “Rome, as much as I respect your grief, you were wrong. Fucking wrong.” She added, “Now get the hell out of here before the Alpha finds out what you’ve done. Don’t disappoint him more than you already have.”The soldiers shifted uncomfortably, uncertain whether to follow her
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A blur. A rush of movement. A gust of wind.And suddenly, Rome was gone.He hit the ground with a heavy thud and now he was groaning in pain.I gasped, coughing violently as I collapsed onto the cold filthy floor as my body was convulsing from the lack of air.Through the haze of tears clouding my vision, I saw her.A woman stood where Rome had been. Her presence radiated power. Her violet hair cascaded down her back like liquid silk.She roared. “Have you lost your fucking mind? Do you even realize what you were doing?”Rome, still clutching his side from the impact, spat out venomously, “Shut up, Vespera! You don’t understand! Liam was my brother! My best friend! I was avenging him!”Vespera’s gaze didn’t waver. “Rome, as much as I respect your grief, you were wrong. Fucking wrong.” She added, “Now get the hell out of here before the Alpha finds out what you’ve done. Don’t disappoint him more than you already have.”The soldiers shifted uncomfortably, uncertain whether to follow her
Scarlet’s POVWhen I opened my eyes, I was inside a cage.The stench of blood, piss, and filth filled the air. The metallic tang of suffering clung to my throat, making it hard to breathe. Around me, I could hear the agonised screams of werewolves—wolves that were not fierce but broken. Helpless. Caged. Just like me.At least they had the strength to scream.I didn’t.I was too numb to feel. Too hollow to make a sound.My body lay sprawled on the cold, dirty floor, still draped in the wedding dress that had once been white. Now, it was ruined. Stained crimson with blood. But it was clinging to my skin like a sick reminder of what had happened.Every time I closed my eyes, the scene replayed, burning itself into my mind like a curse.My mother. The way she died.The way Alyssa moved, and then my mom was killed. It was over.I couldn't escape the memory. It haunted me, clawing at the edges of my sanity.She hated me. She tormented me. And yet… despite all the cruelty, she was still my
Dante stood motionless in the temple, surrounded by the haunting echoes of chants reverberating through the sacred halls. The air was filled with sorrow, heavy with the weight of a loss that was too great to bear. Every member of the pack stood solemnly, their heads bowed in grief. Their mourning was not just for any warrior, they had lost the heart of their pack. They had lost Liam. Liam had been more than just his Beta. He had been his brother, his confidant, his family in every way that mattered. And now he was gone, reduced to ashes because of a war Dante had fueled with his own hatred and thirst for revenge. The guilt gnawed at him, tightening its grip around his chest. Had he not been so blinded by his anger, had he made different choices, would Liam still be alive? But it was too late for regret. The damage was done, irreversible. His gaze drifted through the crowd until it settled on a frail, elderly woman with a head full of stark white hair. Her face, etched with deep li
Scarlet’s POVIt was the day.The day I dreaded.The day I had been waiting for.I sat before an old and intricate mirror. In it, my reflection was almost unrecognisable. The room buzzed with movement og maids, stylists, and attendants. All fussing over me as if I were the most important person in the world.How ironic.They say that when you die, people ultimately pay attention. Even those who never cared find something kind to say. Maybe that was why they were all looking at me now.But I wasn’t dead. Not yet.Their attention on me was suffocating. Every touch, every whispered word, felt like I was being shaped into something I wasn’t. Something I would never be. Something I wished to escape at any cost. Even if the cost was death. "Is she ready?" My mother’s voice cut through the noise."Yes, Mrs. Rosetti. Miss Rosetti is ready," the makeup artist said.I turned to look at my mother, standing tall in a gown of deep champagne, diamonds and pearls glistening against her beautiful sk
Dante’s POVShe was gone.A princess waltzed into my life, igniting the dormant feelings I thought had long since died. And then, without a trace, she vanished.Not a single damn trace.I could still smell her. Her vanilla and something sweet scent clung to my sheets. A scent so intoxicating, it was almost like I could taste it and as if it was burned into my soul.But it wasn’t just her scent.Her blood stained the sheets, too.I marked her with my teeth. Her soft, delicate skin was now marred with my canines. The bite was still fresh in my mind as the pulse of her heartbeat under my teeth echoed in my head. No hallucination could feel so real."Alpha, we have searched every CCTV, every bus and train station, and there is no trace of a woman in a blue gown with red hair," Killian’s voice broke through the haze of anger clouding my mind. His words and the doubt they carried were like poison twisting in my gut. He thought I was losing my mind. They all did. I know it would not be the
Scarlett’s POV“Like what you see?”I turned to face him. A tall, broad man with obsidian eyes that pierced deep into me. He wore a plain black mask, such a contrast to his dark suit with velvet streaks, and was making him appear even more mysterious and dangerous.“I believe this is the first time you have seen something like this,” he said, his voice filled with amusement.I swallowed hard. “I… I have seen it before,” I replied, though my words felt weak and uncertain.He raised an eyebrow, trying to appear intrigued. “Where?” He was toying with me as if enjoying the game.“Pornography,” I blurted out, immediately regretting it.He laughed a laugh which was low and rich. A sound that sent shivers down my spine. “Cinderella…”“What?” I asked, confused.“You look like Cinderella with that gown and your hair,” He chuckled darkly. “Are you sure this is the right place for you?”My frustration bubbled to the surface. “Who are you to tell me where I belong? I’m an adult, and I know how to
Scarlett’s POVThe full moon lit up the sky, its silvery glow shining down on the enormous estate in front of me. My heart was racing as I stepped out of the taxi, the long and flowing skirt of my stolen blue gown brushing the gravel under my feet. I stood still for a moment, staring in awe at the mansion before me.Alpha Dante’s manor was stunning and intimidating, with tall towers reaching into the night sky and ivy climbing up its dark stone walls. A warm light glowed from its windows, and I could hear the faint thrum of music and laughter spilling out.I adjusted the mask on my face and took a deep breath. The air smelled fresh and wild, like pine trees mixed with something deeper…like something untamed. My wolf stirred faintly inside me as if sensing my excitement once again.Two guards dressed in black stood there with sharp and serious eyes. I hesitated, feeling small and out of place in this grand world. My gown, my courage, even my dreams—they all felt stolen.“Name?” one of