For ten years, Rose has lived in the shadow of her own nightmare. She was only six when Alderon Kane, the ruthless Alpha of Mooncrest Pack, ripped her life apart. Her father—slaughtered at his feet. Her sister—defiled by his men. And Rose? Claimed. "That one is mine," he had said before shoving her into his car like a possession, branding her with his cruelty. Now, she is no longer the helpless girl he stole. She has spent a decade sharpening her hatred, becoming a phantom in his own pack, waiting for the perfect moment to slit his throat. Mooncrest will burn. Alderon Kane will die by her hands. But fate is a cruel mistress. The night she prepares to run, the moon whispers a horrifying truth—Alderon Kane is her mate. Bound by an unbreakable bond to the very monster she has sworn to destroy, Rose faces an impossible choice: surrender to the mate bond and become his, or defy the gods and carve out her revenge, even if it means tearing herself apart in the process. Because love was never an option. And mercy died the night Alderon Kane claimed her.
View MoreI’m still caught in thought, haunted by the look in Alderon’s eyes, when the door creaks open again.A girl steps inside.She’s young—eighteen, maybe—but there’s fear in the way she moves, stiff and careful, like a rabbit sensing the wolf’s breath on its neck. Her hair is pulled back into a tight bun, so tight it looks painful, and her eyes—too big for her face—dart over me before settling on the bruises around my neck.She swallows hard.“My name is Eva, Luna,” she says, her voice barely above a whisper.I stare at her, the word Luna curling like poison in my gut. It’s a mockery, a cruel joke, because this pack is not mine. It never will be.She shifts uncomfortably under my silence, then gestures to the bundle of fabric in her arms. “Alderon’s mother sent this for you.” She sets it down on the bed, neatly folded, expensive. “I’ll get the bath ready.”I don’t answer.I want to ask about Abigail and Esther, but a deep, twisting dread coils in my stomach. They were from my pack. Did Al
Rose’s POVAlderon walks behind me as we return to the room, his presence pressing against me like a looming shadow. My back aches from where the feral had grabbed me, and my legs tremble beneath me, ready to give way at any moment.But they do.I stumble, but before I hit the ground, strong arms catch me.Alderon.His touch sears into me, burning hotter than my wounds. My breath stutters as I look up—straight into golden eyes that gleam like liquid fire. My wolf stirs, restless, drawn to him despite my every attempt to fight it.For the first time, I really see him .The sharp lines of his face, carved like something out of myth. The scar slashes down from his brow to his cheek, a cruel mark that should make him look less perfect but only adds to the danger he carries.""That looks painful," my wolf murmurs.I want to touch it.The realization shakes me, but before I can pull away, his lips twist into a smirk."You must like this position."His voice drips with amusement, low and dar
The moment Alderon stepped out of the room, I pulled myself together. My hands curled into fists as I forced my breathing to steady. I sat up on the massive bed, my gaze flickering around the room. It was unfamiliarly enormous, a space that exuded both power and restraint.Dark wooden walls stretched high, their rich color absorbing most of the dim lighting. The ceiling arched elegantly, lined with intricate carvings of wolves running through a moonlit forest. A massive stone fireplace dominated one side of the room, its embers still glowing faintly from an earlier fire. A thick black fur rug sprawled across the cold floor beneath my feet, and the bed—goddess, the bed—was large enough to fit three people, draped in dark silken sheets that felt too luxurious against my skin.Everything smelled like him. Pine, earth, and something undeniably dangerous.I had to find my sister.I could feel it in my bones—she was here somewhere, within these walls. But where? My chest tightened at the th
The scent of alcohol lingers in the air. Laughter and music echo through the grand hall, a celebration of a wedding that feels more like a funeral. The Mooncrest Pack dines and drinks as if this is the happiest night of their lives, as if they don’t see the bride sitting stiffly at the head of the table, drowning in her silence. As if they don’t hear the rapid beating of my heart, caged in my chest like a war drum. Alderon Kane sits beside me, his presence as overwhelming as ever. His golden eyes gleam under the soft candlelight, watching me like a predator. Like he’s waiting for something. I clench my fists under the table. My wrist still burns from where he held me earlier, dragging me into this nightmare. The mark he left during the ceremony throbs against my skin—a fresh reminder that I belong to him now. At least, that’s what he thinks. I force my gaze to the hall. It’s grand, draped in silk and gold, filled with warriors and pack members drinking to my suffering. Their voi
I glare at my reflection in the full-length mirror, barely able to recognize the woman staring back at me. My bruises are hidden beneath layers of makeup, my skin polished to perfection, but I know the truth. The pain, the torment, the loss—it’s all still there, lurking beneath the surface. No amount of powder or fine silk can erase what has been done to me.The gown is white, elegant, flowing like a river of moonlight around me. But to me, it is nothing more than a funeral shroud. My funeral.The older woman, Esther, tightens the bodice while Abigail watches with teary eyes. "I wish there was something we could do to get you out of here" she whispers, her voice breaking.I meet her gaze through the mirror, my own eyes hollow. "He has my sister," I remind her, forcing the words past the lump in my throat. "I don’t have a choice."Esther’s hands pause for a fraction of a second before resuming their work, but Abigail lowers her head, defeated. I can see it in her trembling hands—she wa
I step outside, my bare feet pressing into the cold stone floor. My breath catches. The grand hall is alive with movement. Servants rush back and forth, their arms filled with silk, silverware, and flowers. The scent of roses and freshly baked bread lingers in the air, mingling with the ever-present musk of wolves. eyes drifted sharply toward me. Preparations for a wedding are in full swing. White banners with golden embroidery hang from the railings, cascading down like waterfalls. Long tables, draped in pristine cloth, stretch across the courtyard, each set meticulously with delicate china and polished silverware. My stomach twists. Whose wedding is this? I don’t get a chance to dwell on it. Caleb’s firm grip clamps onto my wrist, pulling me forward. "Move," he grunts, dragging me down the steps. I dig my heels in, but he barely notices my resistance. "Whose wedding is this?" I demand, my voice sharper than I intend. He doesn’t answer. I’m forced past a line of omegas decor
I step outside, my bare feet pressing into the cold stone floor. My breath catches. The grand hall is alive with movement. Servants rush back and forth, their arms filled with silk, silverware, and flowers. The scent of roses and freshly baked bread lingers in the air, mingling with the ever-present musk of wolves. eyes drifted sharply toward me. Preparations for a wedding are in full swing. White banners with golden embroidery hang from the railings, cascading down like waterfalls. Long tables, draped in pristine cloth, stretch across the courtyard, each set meticulously with delicate china and polished silverware. My stomach twists. Whose wedding is this? I don’t get a chance to dwell on it. Caleb’s firm grip clamps onto my wrist, pulling me forward. "Move," he grunts, dragging me down the steps. I dig my heels in, but he barely notices my resistance. "Whose wedding is this?" I demand, my voice sharper than I intend. He doesn’t answer. I’m forced past a line of omegas decor
The darkness is heavy, suffocating. It presses in from all sides, dragging me under, pulling me deeper. I can’t move, can’t breathe. It’s as if the weight of the world is crushing me, pressing down on my chest until I feel like I might shatter. Then, the pain comes. A sharp, searing ache that pulses through every inch of my body. My limbs feel like lead, my head throbbing with every weak beat of my heart. I try to move, to claw my way out of the abyss, but my body refuses to obey. Somewhere in the distance, a voice calls my name. Low. Rough. Familiar. I don’t want it to be familiar. The darkness begins to crack. Light seeps through the fractures, burning at the edges of my vision. The pain sharpens, dragging me further into consciousness. I blink. Once. Twice. The world comes into focus in slow, aching increments. A fire flickers somewhere nearby, casting a dim glow over rough stone walls. The air is thick with the scent of pine, smoke, and something darker. Something that ma
ROSE POV The full moon hung low, a cold silver eye watching over Mooncrest, its light slicing through the canopy like a blade. Every step I took was calculated, measured. My heart beat in my chest like a war drum, its rhythm echoing in my ears as I moved through the shadows, careful not to disturb the dead leaves beneath my feet. The forest surrounding Mooncrest Pack had been my cage for ten long years, but tonight—tonight, I was going to escape. I had memorized the layout of Mooncrest Park like the back of my hand—where the guards patrolled, the gaps in their watch, the dead zones where I could slip by unnoticed. My body was a whisper of motion, my breaths shallow as I slithered through the underbrush, the cold air biting my skin. The walls of Mooncrest were miles behind me now, but the chill in my bones told me that I wasn’t out of danger yet. A twig snapped. I froze. My senses went on high alert, my wolf immediately alerting me to the danger. I could feel it, that prese
The scent of blood drowns the air. It’s everywhere—seeping into the dirt, painting the broken bodies strewn across the ground, soaking into Rose’s torn dress. The metallic tang clings to her skin, mixing with the bitter taste of fear that sits heavy on her tongue. Her heart hammers in her chest, but it’s the pounding in her ears that drowns out everything else—the shouts, the screams, the sickening crunch of bones breaking under the force of violence. She’s eight years old. Too young for this, too innocent for this madness. But no one seems to care. Her father kneels before the beast who destroyed their world. Alderon Kane. The Alpha of Mooncrest. The monster who came without warning and left nothing but carnage in his wake. His men have already taken everything—her home, her pack, her people. And now… her father. Her protector. Rose watches as the blade presses against her father’s throat. The cold steel gleams in the moonlight, but it’s the terror in her father’s eyes that freez...
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