Zara stared at her reflection, barely recognizing the woman in the mirror. Was that really her? It was her wedding day, yet her heart felt as if it might burst from her chest. For the first time in her life, she wasn’t plagued by fear or rejection. Instead, hope surged within her—a fragile hope that she had finally found someone who truly saw her. She was somebody's mate now.
A scream escaped her lips, but it was muffled by the flurry of activity around her. Her makeup artist continued to apply the finishing touches, while behind the door, her twin sister Lyra’s voice rang out as she made frantic adjustments to the wedding arrangements.
Suddenly, the door opened, and the makeup artist paused mid-brush. Zara turned to see him—Leon, her husband-to-be. Standing tall and confident, he exuded the kind of power and charm that made every she-wolf dream of being by his side.
"Leon, what are you doing here?" she asked, her voice a mix of surprise and nervousness.
“I love your makeup,” he said with a teasing smile. “My baby looks sweet.”
Zara frowned, though a blush crept onto her cheeks. “But why are you here? You’re not supposed to see me before the ceremony. That’s bad luck!”
He stepped closer, his expression softening but tinged with something more serious. “I just needed to see you and tell you something,” he said.
“What is it?” she asked, her curiosity piqued.
Leon took her hand, his grip warm but firm, and led her into the adjoining restroom. The playful atmosphere between them shifted as his demeanor grew more intense. Zara’s heartbeat quickened.
“Leon, what’s going on?” she asked with a nervous laugh, hoping it was just pre-wedding jitters.
His gaze was steady, unyielding. “There’s something I need you to agree to before we get married,” he said.
“Agree to?” she repeated, her voice uncertain. “Leon, we’ve planned everything. What else could there be?”
He took a deep breath, his hesitation lasting only a moment before he dropped the bombshell. “I need this marriage to be... open,” he said firmly. “I need the freedom to see other people.”
The ground beneath Zara seemed to vanish. She blinked, her mind racing to process his words. “An open marriage?” she whispered, her voice shaking. “You’re joking, right?”
Leon shook his head, his expression cold and unapologetic. “I’m serious. Look, I’m doing you a favor by marrying you. My family, your family—they all think I’m settling for less. This is the only way it’s going to work, for both of us.”
Zara stared at him in disbelief. Her dream of this day—of a life filled with love and partnership—was crumbling before her eyes. “You’re telling me this now?” she managed to say, her voice cracking.
“It’s better you know now,” Leon replied, his tone as flat as his gaze. “If you can’t handle this, you can walk away. But this is my condition.”
The words echoed in her mind, each one striking like a blow. Somewhere in the back of her mind, she heard her mother’s voice, reminding her that Leon was doing her a favor by marrying her. But this? This was more than she could bear.
Anger surged within her, and she pushed Leon away before storming out of the restroom. Her makeup artist called after her, but Zara didn’t stop. She needed air, space to think. As she rushed through the hall, she ducked into another restroom to avoid the guests who were approaching to greet her.
Inside, she stared at her reflection, her emotions breaking free. Tears streamed down her face as a bitter laugh escaped her lips. “An open marriage,” she muttered to herself, the words tasting like poison.
Just as she was gathering herself, Lyra appeared, concern etched on her face. “Zara, Leon has delayed the ceremony by an hour,” she said cautiously.
It hit Zara then—Leon wasn’t bluffing. He was serious.
Determined to confront him, she rushed out, her heart heavy with resignation. Her sister’s worried gaze followed her, but Zara couldn’t stop. She found Leon at the end of the hall, calmly speaking with a family member, as if he hadn’t just shattered her dreams.
He saw her coming and didn’t even flinch. His calmness only fueled her frustration.
“I’ll sign the contract,” Zara said, her voice barely above a whisper. The words felt like knives cutting through her soul.
Leon’s expression remained unreadable, though he gave a small nod of approval. “Right choice, Zara,” he said smoothly, his tone devoid of remorse. “This is what’s best for both of us.”
She forced a bitter laugh, her heart breaking with every word. “Is it? Because it doesn’t feel like it.”
Leon didn’t respond. He simply took her hand and led her back to the restroom, where he handed her the pen. Zara stared at the contract, her chest tightening with every breath. With each stroke of her pen, a part of her crumbled.
When it was done, she looked up at him, a single tear slipping down her cheek. “There,” she whispered. “It’s done.”
Leon gave her a curt nod before turning and walking away without a backward glance.
Zara stood there, her hands trembling. In that moment, she knew she had signed away more than just her name. She had signed away her heart, her dreams, and any hope of a real marriage.
The ceremony passed in a blur for Zara. She could barely recall reciting her vows, though her voice had remained steady, each promise feeling like a chain binding her to a man who had already shown how little he valued her heart. She had perfected her smile, met well-wishers with polite nods, and endured countless congratulations, all for a marriage that felt like a betrayal wrapped in silk and lace.Clinging to Leon's arm as they navigated the crowd, Zara felt the tightness in her chest intensify. Pretending everything was perfect was suffocating. Her cheeks ached from the forced smiles, and her hands trembled as she accepted compliments and shook hands. The eyes of their guests lingered on her, admiring the radiant new bride, yet none of them saw the hollow ache beneath her practiced demeanor.Leon, ever the composed Alpha, charmed everyone around him effortlessly—a trait Zara had once admired, even fallen in love with. But now, as the reception drew to a close, she couldn’t decide
Zara stared at Leon, her disbelief evident as his words echoed in the room. His gaze was cold, detached, as though what he had just said carried no weight. "Is that the good news?" she asked, her voice trembling with incredulity. "Yes, it is," Leon replied with a casual shrug, completely unbothered. "Do you have a problem with that?" Zara's eyes darted to her twin sister, Lyra, silently pleading for her to intervene. Lyra sat calmly, her composed expression betraying no reaction, as if this revelation was nothing extraordinary. “What about Jayden?” Zara demanded, her voice rising with frustration. Jayden had always been Lyra's dream, the man she envisioned herself marrying. For years, Lyra had rejected countless Alphas, holding onto the hope of being with him. Lyra’s calm demeanor didn’t falter. She rose gracefully and took a seat beside Zara on the couch, her movements deliberate, her smile faint and pitying. "I’m doing this to help you," she said softly. "At least it’s me,
Calix inhaled deeply, the scent overwhelming his senses. Beside him, his Beta gave him a puzzled look. "What do you mean by scent?" his Beta asked, the confusion evident in his tone. Calix couldn't find the words to explain it. They were out by Oakwood Fountain, conducting a routine border check. It was an unusual activity for Calix to join personally, but something had drawn him here today—a feeling, a craving he couldn't ignore. And then it happened. The scent hit him. It was fresh, like the earth after a rainstorm, mingled with the soft, calming notes of lavender. His wolf stirred violently within him, recognizing the smell instantly. It was a scent that had always made him restless, wild, like it wanted to take over completely. He turned sharply, his gaze scanning the area, following the source of the scent. Then he saw her. Zara lay crumpled on the ground, blood trickling from a wound on her head, her body lifeless and still. His heart stopped. Without hesitation, he
Zara stirred, her body heavy and sluggish as she slowly regained consciousness. The blurred images before her eyes sharpened into a figure standing nearby. Her heart pounded violently in her chest as the remnants of a nightmare haunted her—a dream where she had kissed someone she had once rejected. Now, there he was, standing right in front of her. Calix. Disbelief clouded her thoughts. Was she still dreaming? How had she ended up here? Before she could process her surroundings, a voice interrupted from behind. A man stood beside Calix, his expression tense and his tone dripping with fury. “I honestly blame the Alpha for this,” he spat. “Should’ve let a wild animal get to her instead of letting her act like some damn witch here.” Calix’ face hardened, his posture stiff as he visibly restrained himself. The man, however, didn’t give him a chance to reply and stormed out, leaving an oppressive silence in the room. Now alone with Calix, Zara felt a swirl of conflicting emotions
Calix woke up with a sharp pain in his chest, barely able to move. When he opened his eyes, there she was—Zara. The scent of her was enough for him to know it was her. She looked scared, her hand hovering near his wound, unsure of what to do. Fear streamed down her face, like she was lost.He couldn't help but smile a little, despite the pain. He knew she was scared, but he also knew she would come through.He reached up and grabbed her hand, placing it on his wound. Confusion flashed in her eyes. What was he doing?"Go ahead. Heal me," he told her.Zara looked at him, shocked. How did she not know? The bond between them should have been clear.After a moment, she seemed to get herself together. He could see her focus, trying to make it work. He knew she was doing it because she was scared—scared of being blamed for hitting a rogue.He felt her energy flow into him, and the pain started to ease. Just when he thought she might be able to heal him fully, she collapsed next to him, compl
Calix woke up with a sharp pain in his chest, barely able to move. When he opened his eyes, there she was—Zara. The scent of her was enough for him to know it was her. She looked scared, her hand hovering near his wound, unsure of what to do. Fear streamed down her face, like she was lost.He couldn't help but smile a little, despite the pain. He knew she was scared, but he also knew she would come through.He reached up and grabbed her hand, placing it on his wound. Confusion flashed in her eyes. What was he doing?"Go ahead. Heal me," he told her.Zara looked at him, shocked. How did she not know? The bond between them should have been clear.After a moment, she seemed to get herself together. He could see her focus, trying to make it work. He knew she was doing it because she was scared—scared of being blamed for hitting a rogue.He felt her energy flow into him, and the pain started to ease. Just when he thought she might be able to heal him fully, she collapsed next to him, compl
Zara stirred, her body heavy and sluggish as she slowly regained consciousness. The blurred images before her eyes sharpened into a figure standing nearby. Her heart pounded violently in her chest as the remnants of a nightmare haunted her—a dream where she had kissed someone she had once rejected. Now, there he was, standing right in front of her. Calix. Disbelief clouded her thoughts. Was she still dreaming? How had she ended up here? Before she could process her surroundings, a voice interrupted from behind. A man stood beside Calix, his expression tense and his tone dripping with fury. “I honestly blame the Alpha for this,” he spat. “Should’ve let a wild animal get to her instead of letting her act like some damn witch here.” Calix’ face hardened, his posture stiff as he visibly restrained himself. The man, however, didn’t give him a chance to reply and stormed out, leaving an oppressive silence in the room. Now alone with Calix, Zara felt a swirl of conflicting emotions
Calix inhaled deeply, the scent overwhelming his senses. Beside him, his Beta gave him a puzzled look. "What do you mean by scent?" his Beta asked, the confusion evident in his tone. Calix couldn't find the words to explain it. They were out by Oakwood Fountain, conducting a routine border check. It was an unusual activity for Calix to join personally, but something had drawn him here today—a feeling, a craving he couldn't ignore. And then it happened. The scent hit him. It was fresh, like the earth after a rainstorm, mingled with the soft, calming notes of lavender. His wolf stirred violently within him, recognizing the smell instantly. It was a scent that had always made him restless, wild, like it wanted to take over completely. He turned sharply, his gaze scanning the area, following the source of the scent. Then he saw her. Zara lay crumpled on the ground, blood trickling from a wound on her head, her body lifeless and still. His heart stopped. Without hesitation, he
Zara stared at Leon, her disbelief evident as his words echoed in the room. His gaze was cold, detached, as though what he had just said carried no weight. "Is that the good news?" she asked, her voice trembling with incredulity. "Yes, it is," Leon replied with a casual shrug, completely unbothered. "Do you have a problem with that?" Zara's eyes darted to her twin sister, Lyra, silently pleading for her to intervene. Lyra sat calmly, her composed expression betraying no reaction, as if this revelation was nothing extraordinary. “What about Jayden?” Zara demanded, her voice rising with frustration. Jayden had always been Lyra's dream, the man she envisioned herself marrying. For years, Lyra had rejected countless Alphas, holding onto the hope of being with him. Lyra’s calm demeanor didn’t falter. She rose gracefully and took a seat beside Zara on the couch, her movements deliberate, her smile faint and pitying. "I’m doing this to help you," she said softly. "At least it’s me,
The ceremony passed in a blur for Zara. She could barely recall reciting her vows, though her voice had remained steady, each promise feeling like a chain binding her to a man who had already shown how little he valued her heart. She had perfected her smile, met well-wishers with polite nods, and endured countless congratulations, all for a marriage that felt like a betrayal wrapped in silk and lace.Clinging to Leon's arm as they navigated the crowd, Zara felt the tightness in her chest intensify. Pretending everything was perfect was suffocating. Her cheeks ached from the forced smiles, and her hands trembled as she accepted compliments and shook hands. The eyes of their guests lingered on her, admiring the radiant new bride, yet none of them saw the hollow ache beneath her practiced demeanor.Leon, ever the composed Alpha, charmed everyone around him effortlessly—a trait Zara had once admired, even fallen in love with. But now, as the reception drew to a close, she couldn’t decide
Zara stared at her reflection, barely recognizing the woman in the mirror. Was that really her? It was her wedding day, yet her heart felt as if it might burst from her chest. For the first time in her life, she wasn’t plagued by fear or rejection. Instead, hope surged within her—a fragile hope that she had finally found someone who truly saw her. She was somebody's mate now. A scream escaped her lips, but it was muffled by the flurry of activity around her. Her makeup artist continued to apply the finishing touches, while behind the door, her twin sister Lyra’s voice rang out as she made frantic adjustments to the wedding arrangements. Suddenly, the door opened, and the makeup artist paused mid-brush. Zara turned to see him—Leon, her husband-to-be. Standing tall and confident, he exuded the kind of power and charm that made every she-wolf dream of being by his side. "Leon, what are you doing here?" she asked, her voice a mix of surprise and nervousness. “I love your makeup,”