ROSANNE'S POV
Dreams, they say, are messages from the subconscious mind, while nightmares are said to be warnings from the subconscious.
I'd never had a nightmare, not even for a second, that my life would be ruined as soon as I turned twenty-one years old.
At twenty-one, I should probably have been enjoying my youthful days in college with my mate, but here I was, standing in front of a dressing mirror, wearing a white wedding gown.
The gown clung to my body, accentuating every curve.
It was a masterpiece, a work of art designed to make me look like a queen.
But I didn't feel like royalty.
Who would feel like royalty when they are being sold off to the most powerful Lycan King of all time, not only as a wife but also as a breeder – a machine that produces pups?
I felt like a pawn in a game I didn't understand.
My mind wandered back to the events that led me to this moment.
Axel, my older brother, had been arrested and thrown into prison for a crime I had only just discovered.
The charges against him were true, and the evidence was clear.
He was the next Alpha of our pack, and I was the pawn.
In fact, my mother couldn't live without her son, but she was willing to send me off as a breeder to the most feared Lycan King – the king of hell.
My father, Alpha Thane, had tried several times to get Axel out of prison, but every door he knocked on was met with rejection.
It wasn't supposed to be hard to get him out of prison, at least, that was what I thought.
Axel wasn't only charged with a crime; I had been kept in the dark by my family.
The truth was much worse.
Not until today did I discover the real reason he was in prison.
He had slept with the Lycan King's younger sister, Princess Clara.
In fact, they were both in a romantic relationship, which the Lycan King obviously didn't support, and that was how he ended up in prison.
I was kept in the dark– in oblivion.
My family knew I wouldn't agree to the arranged marriage between the Lycan King and our family if I knew my brother was at fault.
And just when I was ready to head to the wedding hall, that was when my father deemed it fit to tell me the truth.
I felt betrayed, used, and discarded like a piece of trash.
Initially, my family had wanted only one son, but I happened to be an addition, so they didn't think twice before sending me off to marry the most dangerous man in the werewolf world.
Mikhail Lenovo, the king of hell. The Lycan King.
I took another glance at my appearance in the mirror.
My face was covered in heavy makeup, and my eyes were shrunken with sadness.
Not even the moon goddess could make me excited today, or rather save me from getting married.
As much as I was getting married to the king of hell, there was no way I wouldn't have a taste of hell myself.
"We are sorry, Rosanne. Don't think too much about it. You're saving your brother's life." my mother, Nicka, said.
I was forced to speak up, but I didn't have the guts to say it out loud.
'What about me?' my subconscious mind screamed.
They only cared about their son, their heir.
The future Alpha of the Rising Sun pack.
"We had no choice," my father added. "The Lycan King agreed to let Axel go only if we give you away to him in marriage."
I folded my fists, which were seated on my lap so hard that my knuckles turned white.
Was I a commodity to be given away?
Was Axel blind when he fell in love with Princess Clara, the younger sister of the Lycan King, of all she-wolves in the Rising Sun pack?
He deserved to be punished, but why was I getting punished in his place?
"Say something, Rosanne." my mother urged, but I bit the walls of my mouth to fight back the tears that stung my eyes.
"I have nothing to say," I replied.
"I know it's not fair on your part, but this is the least you can do for our family. Without Axel, our pack's legacy dies." My father was trying to make me understand. To make me see things from his own perspective.
I almost scoffed at his words.
Was I not good enough to continue the family's legacy or become the Alpha of our pack?
Or was it because I happened to be a woman?
I had trained all my life to be the Alpha of the Rising Sun pack, to break the rules that only favored men.
The rules which stated that women were forbidden from becoming an Alpha.
But all my efforts were thrown away in just a wink of an eye.
My parents were aware of how hard I trained, yet they turned a blind eye to it and insisted on getting me married instead of making me the Alpha, while Axel learned his lesson in jail.
I was still dwelling in my thoughts when the door to the dressing room creaked open.
"It's time for the wedding to begin." a deep voice, which obviously belonged to a guard from the Dark Moon pack, jolted me out of my trance.
"It's time, Rosanne. Let's go." my mother called, her tone soft, but I knew she didn't mean well.
I stood to my feet, my expression blank, as I grabbed the hem of the wedding dress and walked out of the dressing room.
As the cathedral drew closer, it felt like my heart was being trampled on.
And upon arrival, I expected the Lycan King, Mikhail Lenovo, to be standing by the altar waiting for me, but it was empty.
I was confused, but I didn't say a word.
Reaching the altar, a deep voice urged the wedding to proceed. "Start now!" it commanded.
I turned to face the voice and was surprised to see the Lycan King's older brother, Prince Landon.
I almost laughed dryly when realization hit me hard. It was like a punch in the guts.
I had no idea that there was a tradition where the bride was supposed to get married to herself at the altar.
The priest looked confused, but he began the marriage ceremony nonetheless.
He handed me the ring, which I placed gently on my finger, and read the wedding vows to myself.
It was ridiculous, and I felt embarrassed.
The wedding came to an end as soon as it started, and I was led to the car brought from the Dark Moon Pack.
My parents bid me farewell, as the cars drove out of the Rising Sun pack.
I couldn't believe it.
All my dreams had just crumbled in front of me, and a new destiny had been written all over again by the Moon goddess.
To become the wife of the Lycan King and also a breeder.
ROSANNE'S POVI stepped out of the catedral, the bright sunlight making me squint. My wedding gown felt like it was suffocating me, the layers of lace and satin felt heavier than it should. Landon signaled for me to follow him, and I did.We stopped in front of a black limo, with tinted windows. He opened the door, and I slid in, trying to pulling the long dress train. My mother's voice echoed outside, probably giving some sort of advice, but I ignored her, slamming the door shut. Her voice was the last thing i needed to hear.I closed my eyes taking in series of short breaths as I tried to calm my racing heart. But as I turned to sit back, my side gaze caught a glimpse of someone sitting beside me. I sat up straight, alarm ringing in my head. He was dressed in a black suit, his hair fell down like a curtain hiding most of his face. He scrolled through his phone like no one was in the car with him. He finally lifted his face and it turned out to be Xavier, Alpha ki
MIKHAIL’S POV Mate. That word always left a bitter taste in my mouth. While most wolves wished for it once turning eighteen. I never wanted to be tied down. I never wanted a mate. But I needed an heir, therefore, the only option that sounded good to me was a breeder. And so, when Rosanne's name had been brought up for an exchange. I took itIn fact, I'd barely given it a thought. She was a means to an end, nothing more. A pawn in my game of power and legacy. And I would use her as such. Besides she was a beauty and from an alpha family.I strode into my mansion, taking off my suit jacket and tie as I handed them over to my waiting butler. I rolled up the sleeves of my shirt, my eyes narrowing as I dialed Xavier's phone. "How did it go?" I asked, my voice low and even as I climbed up the stairs."It's been more than eight hours, brother," Xavier replied, his tone laced with mockery.I felt a spark of irritation burn within me. "I don't need you to tell me the time,"
ROSANNE'S POVI had not left my room in a week, unable to shake off the feeling of depression that had settled in. Every time I thought about how my dreams had been washed away, a fresh wave of grief hit me.I stood at the window, lost in thought, when a knock at the door brought me out of the daze. I turned to and my gaze met Anita. "I'm sorry to intrude, Miss, but Alpha said it's time to get introduced to the pack."I couldn't help but feel a little nervous, OK, scratch that i was very nervous. I had barely seen anyone since I moved here, and the thought of facing the pack seemed scarier than it should be."I'm not ready," I stuttered, turning back to the window.HAnita's voice was soft yet loud "I'm sorry, Miss, but Alpha said you are to come down or be dragged down."I took a shaky breath, nodding reluctantly. "Awesome, let's go."As Anita led me to the pack house, my heart raced with anticipation. The room was filled with pack members, all foreign faces. I searched for Mikhai
ROSANNE'S POV I was forced awake by the loud banging at my door. I sat up, rubbing the sleep from my eyes. Four men stood in my room, their faces stern."Excuse me, please, what's the matter?" I asked, trying to shake off the remnants of sleep, my body's still aching from the fight."King Mikhail has ordered your presence," one of them replied, their tone firm.I was instantly wide awake, my heart racing. "For what?" I asked, tying the belt on my robe.The ginger-haired guard stepped forward, his expression unyielding. "We have been told to take you there with or without your consent."My eyes widened in alarm. "You're joking, right?" I asked, but no one answered. Instead, they closed in on me, three of the held onto my leg while i squirmed trying to get away. One of them cover my face with a damp cloth that smelled weird. I tried my best not to inhale but i lost. The gas did its job and soon i was out cold. ******* A splitting headache greeted me the mo
MIKHAIL'S P.O.VA week had passed since I'd brought Rosanne to my room, and every night since then had been a repeat performance. We barely spoke, our interactions limited to the lustful urges that drove us together.I'd tried to push her away, to maintain some semblance of control, but my self-control had grown thinner with each passing day. Everything about Rosanne drove my wolf mad - her scent, the soft feel of her hair, the way she was perfect for me.I shook my head, chasing away the thoughts that threatened to consume me. "I need to go for a run," I growled, running a hand through my already scattered hair.My gaze drifted back to the laptop screen in front of me, trying to recall what I'd been working on, I had barely spent three minutes when Irene burst in, her face red and her chest heaving."This isn't a place for jogs," I said, not bothering to look up, my tone dismissive. I was already fustrated enough. I could not handle another contact with this pest."Tell me I'm wrong"
ROSANNE'S POVThe last time I saw or heard anything from Mikhail had been over week. The silence was deafening, and I couldn't help but feel a pang of loneliness. Despite the fact that I hated him for ruining my life, I was getting used to his touch, to the way he felt around me very night.But now, nothing. No summons to his room, no whispered commands, no gentle caresses. It was as if I'd been deleted from his brain.I couldn't help but wonder what I'd done wrong. Had I displeased him somehow? The only silver lining was that Irene had backed off. She no longer taunted me or made stupid comments. We existed in an uneasy truce, each of us minding our own business. Anita walked in, and I responded before she could even speak. "I'm coming down for lunch," I said, laughing, feeling a sense of normalcy wash over me.As we walked downstairs together, I noticed the mansion was filled with unfamiliar workers. I tried to piece together the reason for their presence, but my mind came up bl
ROSANNE'S POVI walked out of the pack house, my feet carrying me on autopilot. I could tell I looked like a ghost, one without purpose. The pack memebers passed by me but not without giving weird stare. That didn't matter; I was too lost in my own turmoil.My mind was filled with all sorts of emotions: anger, hurt, confusion, and betrayal. I wanted to scream, to release the pent-up rage, but my voice was trapped, silenced by my own shock.When I arrived back at the mansion, Anita was waiting for me, her face filled with pity. She said nothing, which I was grateful for. She escorted me to my room, and I sat down, staring blankly at the wall.As Anita slipped out, the dam broke, and tears began to fall. My shoulders shook, and I wept silently, wondering why it hurt so badly. I had hated Mikhail, resented being forced to marry him. But now, it felt like a part of me had being taken. Just as I thought I couldn't take it anymore, I heard a soft voice whisper. "Wipe those tears, my dear.
ROSANNEStanding before my round mirror became a daily habit.I'd stare at it and mock myself for being ridiculous, for aiming too high and daring to dream. I did the same today, but there was something different: the will to fight for my dream. ‘Pick up the broken shards and begin again. This isn't the end.’ Emerald's voice was loud and clear, but can I really do this? Alone? ‘You have me.’ Her reply warmed up my heart, but I was still conflicted, confused, bothered. Staring down at my flat tummy, I caressed it and felt the smooth skin beneath my palm. Sometimes, I wondered if Mikahli should be aware of my pregnancy. He married me to become his breeder, not a Luna. If he finds out about my pregnancy, I'd be nothing but a machine for kids. He'd fuck me into a mess until the whole pack house Is filled with pups. He doesn't have to find out about this. He wouldn't find out about it. A soft knock on my door pulled me from my reverie. I covered up my tummy with my blue pajamas and tu
MIKHAILThe hall was filled with Alpha after Alpha. Some stood with arms crossed, waiting to hear what I had to say. Others shifted uncomfortably, their eyes flickering with fear. None of them dared speak first.I stood before them, hands clenched at my sides, rage boiling just beneath the surface."She is a traitor," I said, my voice sharp like broken glass. "Rosanne. My mate. My wife."Murmurs stirred among them."She ran from me," I continued. "She took my child with her. And any of you who dare to shelter her will suffer the wrath of the crown."I threw the bounty file down on the long table, the signature of me, the Lycan King pressed scrambled boldly. "Find her, bring her back. Alive."The words tasted like poison.Somewhere inside, I hoped she would be dragged in, bloodied and breathing, just so I could see her again. I wanted to shake her. I wanted to hold her. I wanted to demand why she left me—and maybe, if she cried enough, I'd even forgive her.But none of that mattered he
ROSANNEBy dawn, Anita suddenly started burning up. Axel had barged into our room to get our attention.While Yvonne and I checked her out, we realized her breathing was shallow, and her pulse? It felt weak. “She has a fever.” Yvonne whispered slowly, her palm resting on Anita's temple. “She just needs to rest, it's nothing serious.” “What if it's the wolfsbane?” Axel asked, his lips pressed together in a tight line. “What if the wolfsbane in her system did this to her?” “Then—”“She needs some herbs.” Axel’s voice rang out. He was leaning on the slightly cracked wall, his brows furrowed with worry. “Tyland herbs, right?”Axel nodded. “I'll go get it, it shouldn't be far off.” Yvonne looked up, her expression tired but. “They’re checking out women now. The patrols are getting smarter, they’re sniffing out pregnant females, checking faces. If you step out of here, you might risk more than your own life. You might risk hers too.” She nodded toward the bed, where Anita shifted sli
CHAPTER 72 MIKHAILThe silence in the hall was maddening.It wasn’t peaceful, it wasn't calming. It was slowly killing me, slowly driving me insane—more like the walls were closing in on me, the silence creeping into my bones. It felt like I could hear her voice in it, like her laugh was somewhere in the still air and I could almost taste her. But she wasn’t here.Rosanne.“You’re losing yourself,” Hudson muttered from the other end of the room.I turned, slowly. “Have they returned?”“No.”Of course they hadn’t.Only one of the scouts I sent to the borders had returned, but I'd heard nothing from the three spies I sent to the nearby rogue territories. From a source, I figured out that Anita and the girl she escaped with were rouges. It was why I kept checking through rouge territories, and if those scouts didn’t return soon, I’d burn those fucking forests to the ground myself.Rosanne was out there, somewhere, with that damn pack warrior and his mate. “Bring him in,” I said col
Chapter 71ROSANNEThe scent of roasted meat and firewood lingered in the air, soft rays of morning light seeping through the lacy curtains we'd washed last night. It wasn’t much, but it felt… peaceful. Too peaceful, almost. The kind of peace that makes your stomach tighten because you know it won’t last long.I sat on one side of the small wooden table with Yvonne beside me. Anita hadn’t joined us yet, probably still curled under a blanket she found comfortable. Axel sat across from me, half-smiling like he always did when things were calm. A loaf of bread sat between us, torn into uneven pieces, and the meat tasted like heaven compared to the crap we’d been eating in the woods.“I can’t believe you actually went to the market,” Yvonne said, chewing thoughtfully. “That’s got to be the fastest trip in history.”Axel smirked, licking a bit of grease from his thumb. “Didn’t go to the market.”We both paused.“What?” I asked, brows furrowed.“It was still dark, the pack market wasn’t
ROSANNESince there were two rooms in the abandoned house, Yvonne and I shared a room, while Axel and Anita took the other. Last night, we'd spent the whole time cleaning up the whole place—the underground layer, the basement and the rooms. Strangely, I found out about a small library just a few meters away from the basement. Who placed a library next to a basement? I'd been awake for the last hour, but I just sat there, on the bed, watching the large trees keeping the house a bit hidden. It was still quite early, still dawn, it was why Yvonne slept quietly next to me, but I couldn't bring myself to lay back on that bed. Not when Mikhail appeared in my dreams. Not when he threatened to bring me back no matter what. It felt so real, like he was carefully watching me, waiting for the time I'd slip and expose myself. It was a nightmare, the most terrifying I'd ever had. My mind travelled to the day I had the wedding, our wedding, how perfect he looked with the heart of a demon. M
ROSANNEI didn’t move, none of us did. The air was thick with the weight of Leonard’s confession.“You are the reason I’m living like this!” he spat again, his voice shaky but loud, almost like he needed us to hear it—needed to hurt Axel with those words.Axel stood still, eyes fixed on Leonard. I saw his jaw clench, his hand curl into a fist. But he said nothing.It was too much.My heart ached for him, but I couldn't say anything either.Yvonne's hand still held the dagger near Leonard’s face, but now her expression had changed. The anger was still there, but something else slipped in—confusion maybe. “You’re blaming him,” she said slowly, lowering the blade just a little, “for something he had no control over?”Leonard looked away.There was silence again. Then a soft voice broke through the tension. It was weak, barely above a whisper. “…Rosanne?”I turned sharply, my breath caught in my throat. Anita.She was standing at the top of the stairs, one hand gripping the wooden rail
ROSANNE Last night, after much persuasion, the old man—Leonard—eventually gave us the wolfsbane for Anita's treatment. Axel had stayed with her throughout the night to make sure she was okay, since the wolfsbane could be quite harmful as well. I hadn't seen Leonard today, but I was sure he'd be carefully thinking of other ways to drag me back to the Bloodmoon pack. “Axel, are you there?“ I knocked on a wooden door, patiently waiting outside with a small bowl of warm soup. Yvonne and I woke up quite early to prepare this delicacy for Anita, just so she'd feel a little strengthened. It took a few minutes before Axel opened up the door, looking in a brighter mood. “Hey,” he smiled. My lips curled up, “she's awake?“ His eyes trailed over the small bowl of soup I held. He reached and collected it. “Thanks Rosanne.“ He sighed, holding it carefully. “She's not awake, but her wounds are healed. She should be awake soon.“ “Okay.“ I wrapped my warm hands around myself, taking a step back
MIKHAIL“I don't think putting a bounty on her head is the right idea, Lycan King Mikhail.” My Beta, Hudson, walked after me, his heavy footsteps pounding in my ears. As days passed by in a blur, I'd thought of several ways to get Rosanne back, and that seemed like the perfect way to drag her back here. Alive. “It's the right idea.” I said quietly, taking a turn towards the courtroom for the daily meetings. Last night, I spent a few hours in Rosanne's room—just inhaling her scent. With each day that passed by, it was getting harder to live without her. Sometimes, I'd close my eyes and see her staring at me. Other times, her voice would echo like she was here, but she wasn't. It was more like being haunted by a ghost, a really pretty one. Placing a bounty on her head wasn't really the best idea, but it was all I had. Wherever she was, she'd be dragged here just because of the enormous price. Soon enough. “She'll hate you, King Mikhail.” Hudson's voice dropped to a quiet whisper, li
ROSANNE “We're here.” Axel whispered, staring at a small building a few meters away. We'd walked through the woods for a few more hours before we crossed the pack border. Right now, Anita's breathing was getting shallow, she was getting weak, and it'd freak the hell out of us if she didn't make it. Axel inhaled a deep breath, his arm tightly wrapped around Anita. With his hood covering most of his features, he took a step forward. “I'll go in first. Whatever happens, don't come out until I get in.” “Doesn't he recognize you?” “We're not on good terms.” He limped, his arm tightly securing Anita next to him. She'd lost consciousness, but her heart was still beating. She was pale, so pale you'd think she was already dead. Yvonne and I watched as Axel stood outside the small building. He knocked, ever so gently, like he was afraid of confronting whoever was in there. And when there was no response, he knocked heavily, pounding hard due to the urgency of the entire situation. “Do you