Olivia Archer always believed that her life would follow the path of power and respect. But instead, she’s been abandoned by her father, tormented by her cruel stepmother and stepbrother, and falsely accused of betrayal. Forced into a life of misery, Olivia knows one thing: she must escape or lose herself entirely. But fate has other plans when she crosses paths with Dalton Skalbeck, the feared and enigmatic Lycan King. He isn’t the savior she imagined, nor is he the prince she dreamed of. He’s a man cursed by the Moon Goddess, bound to a life of loneliness and duty. And yet, something about him draws her in—a force beyond their control, a connection neither can ignore. As danger looms closer, Olivia must confront the truth: the kingdom she thought she knew is crumbling, and she may be the key to saving it or destroying everything she holds dear. For Dalton Skalbeck, the weight of his crown is nothing compared to the weight of his curse. The Lycan King, bound by a prophecy and cursed by Moon Goddess to never know love, has spent years living in isolation, unable to connect with anyone. His power has always been his only ally—until Olivia Archer crosses his path. From the moment their eyes meet, the curse that has shackled him for centuries begins to crack. The pull between them is undeniable, but nothing in his life has ever come easy, and their bond is no exception. Lies, secrets, and enemies from within threaten to tear them apart. As the shadows of war and betrayal close in, Dalton must decide: will he risk everything to embrace the love he never believed he could have, or will he push Olivia away to protect her from the dark forces hunting them both?
View MoreI stood there, stunned, as Elijah ended the call and slipped his phone back into his pocket. My heart skipped a beat, not from excitement, but from a gnawing unease.The name he had mentioned—the one I’d barely caught—had my ears ringing. Had I misheard? Or had Elijah just spoken to someone I didn’t expect?“Did the King give you another scolding?” I asked, trying to mask the concern in my voice, pretending I hadn’t overheard anything.Elijah shrugged, his gaze shifting away, not meeting mine. “Oh, no, nothing like that. Callahan had to leave for some urgent matters. Cynthia just... doesn’t want anyone disturbing them right now.” His words were dismissive, but they didn’t ease the growing knot in my stomach. Cynthia... I couldn’t ignore the strange tension in my chest. The way his voice faltered when he mentioned her—there was something there. Something I didn’t understand.“Is she... part of the official meetings?” I asked, trying to sound casual, though my heart was beginning to ra
I was taken aback, staring at the phone screen in confusion as Elijah pointed out the contact list. “I do?” I repeated, unsure what I was seeing.Elijah grinned. “Yeah, see? It’s already saved. You’ve got Callahan’s number here, along with Matt’s, Drusilla’s, and a few other pack contacts.”I blinked at the screen, trying to process it. “I never really checked the phone much. I don’t get calls or messages... It was just something to carry around, you know?” I mumbled, my cheeks heating up.“Well, once you awaken your wolf, you won’t need the phone anyway.” Elijah’s voice was teasing, but there was an underlying hint of something else, like he was trying to reassure me without saying it directly. I felt embarrassed, but the thought of awakening my wolf—a part of me I didn’t even understand—made my chest tighten. “Yeah, I guess... Probably when Callahan took me to the shop, he added his number to it,” I said quietly, not fully sure why I was still talking about it.Elijah seemed unf
I kept walking, my footsteps heavy with frustration, not even glancing behind me to see if anyone was following. I didn’t need to. I could feel his presence before I even heard him."Hey, where are you going?" Elijah's voice called out, a bit out of breath, but determined.I quickened my pace, ignoring him, trying to outrun the emotions flooding through me. I didn’t want to talk. I didn’t want to deal with anyone right now. But before I knew it, Elijah was right in front of me, blocking my path, his gaze unwavering.I felt the frustration bubbling up again, a mix of anger and hurt, and I wiped my eyes, hoping the tears that had threatened to spill wouldn’t betray me further."I’ve been calling your name for the last five minutes, and you're running away like I’m some kind of ghost," Elijah grumbled, his voice softer than usual, but still sharp enough to cut through the tension. He took a deep breath, clearly trying to hide his annoyance, but it was impossible to ignore. I couldn’t he
Zenovia stood motionless at the edge of the pack’s territory, her heart pounding in her chest as the pack members gazed at her from all directions. Each pair of eyes seemed to pierce into her very soul. She swallowed hard, her throat dry, and took a hesitant step forward. Elijah’s hand gently rested on her back, urging her onward. “They’re not going to bite you. Just go ahead,” he whispered, his voice warm but carrying an undercurrent of nerves.She offered him a nervous smile, a poor attempt to mask the anxiety eating away at her insides. Elijah cleared his throat, drawing the attention of the silent crowd.“This is Zenovia Archer,” he announced, his voice carrying authority. “She’s now part of our pack. Please, give her a warm welcome.”The pack members exchanged wary glances, but not a single word was spoken. An oppressive silence filled the air, thick with uncertainty and suspicion. Zenovia felt the weight of their gaze bearing down on her, as if they were all waiting for her to
Zenovia stood motionless at the edge of the pack’s territory, her heart pounding in her chest as the pack members gazed at her from all directions. Each pair of eyes seemed to pierce into her very soul. She swallowed hard, her throat dry, and took a hesitant step forward. Elijah’s hand gently rested on her back, urging her onward. “They’re not going to bite you. Just go ahead,” he whispered, his voice warm but carrying an undercurrent of nerves.She offered him a nervous smile, a poor attempt to mask the anxiety eating away at her insides. Elijah cleared his throat, drawing the attention of the silent crowd.“This is Zenovia Archer,” he announced, his voice carrying authority. “She’s now part of our pack. Please, give her a warm welcome.”The pack members exchanged wary glances, but not a single word was spoken. An oppressive silence filled the air, thick with uncertainty and suspicion. Zenovia felt the weight of their gaze bearing down on her, as if they were all waiting for her to
The tension was palpable as I stood in the courtyard of the pack house, feeling the weight of curious eyes on me. Elijah, seemingly unaware of my growing discomfort, continued forward with ease, his steps confident as ever. I followed him, though my mind was a whirl of doubts and anxieties. What was I doing here? I wasn’t even sure if I was supposed to be here. I had never met these people, and yet here I was, in their territory, looking like an outsider in a too-tight training outfit."Is everything okay?" Elijah asked, glancing back at me as we walked.I bit my lip nervously, shifting from one foot to the other. "I’m just... not sure they’ll like me," I admitted, my voice quiet.He chuckled, a reassuring smile on his face. "Of course they will. You’re with me, aren’t you? Everyone here knows me. They’ll respect you."I wanted to believe him, but the voices in my head, full of doubts, kept whispering that I didn’t belong here. Not in this pack. Not in Callahan’s world.As we continue
The door clicked shut behind me, and for the first time in hours, I felt my body release the tension that had built up inside. I leaned against the cool wood for a moment, breathing deeply. It felt like I was finally alone, away from the storm of thoughts and emotions that had been swirling inside me. I stumbled over to the bed and collapsed, letting my body sink into the softness of the mattress. I closed my eyes, hoping sleep would claim me quickly. But my mind had other plans. Instead of drifting into peaceful oblivion, I was bombarded with flashes of memories—fragments of a past I could never seem to escape.I saw my father, distant and cold, brushing aside my concerns as if they were nothing. I remembered the cruel words he’d spoken, telling me I wasn’t his blood, that I was nothing more than a reminder of a life he never wanted. Sid’s face followed—his twisted desire, his claim that he wanted me, that he’d protect me. I shuddered.As my mind raced through these memories, the on
“What? No... please don’t leave me like this!” I pleaded, but Callahan didn’t even glance back at me. His movements were slow and methodical, as if unaffected by the tension hanging between us. He finished rolling his sleeves down, buttoned his shirt, and then, without another word, walked toward the driver’s seat.I was left standing there, a storm of frustration and confusion swirling inside me. Why had he left me hanging like this? The memory of his touch—the way his lips had kissed me, how he’d devoured me—still clung to my skin, leaving me feeling electric, alive, yet unfulfilled.The raw, intense feelings he’d sparked in me moments ago were still buzzing, but now they were abruptly snuffed out. I could still feel his hands on me, his mouth exploring my body. Every nerve in me ached for more. And yet, here I was—alone, watching him walk away as though nothing had happened. He didn’t even seem to care that I was burning with desire. It wasn’t just the physical frustration—it was
**Zenovia** His fingers traced the mark on my skin—slow, deliberate, sending shivers of sensation through me. Each soft touch felt impossibly intimate, a combination of tenderness and power that made me ache in ways I didn’t understand. I gasped when I felt the heat of his hand land on my backside, the sting sharp but followed by the warmth of his touch as he rubbed the spot. “Do you remember running away from me?” he asked, his voice a low growl that sent a thrill down my spine. “Ahh,” I whimpered as another slap followed the first, sharp and intoxicating. “Worrying me like that, Zee,” he continued, his tone stern. His hand fell again, the sting and warmth blending together in a way I couldn’t explain. I hated how much I craved it. The sharp pain spread through my skin, but then, just as quickly, his hand soothed the spot with gentle strokes, almost as though he was healing me from the inside out. I shouldn’t want this. It didn’t make sense. But every part of me lo
Being the daughter of an alpha isn’t some glamorous, fairy-tale life. It’s hell. Or at least it is for me. I’m Olivia Archer, the only child of Alpha Drake Archer of the Nightfall Pack. Sounds impressive, right? Like I should be the spoiled princess of the pack, adored and respected by everyone. But reality doesn’t care about what should be. My father doesn’t see me as his legacy or his daughter. To him, I’m nothing but a mistake—a problem he can’t wait to forget. My mom was different. She was my safe place, my light in the suffocating darkness of my father’s cold indifference. She used to tell me that I was her world, that I’d grow up to be someone incredible despite everything. She loved me with her whole heart, even though I could see the pain in her eyes every time my father ignored her. She wasn’t his fated mate, you see. She was his chosen mate, who stood by him when his fated mate rejected him. That should have meant something. It should have been enough. But it wasn’t. T...
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