Chapter Four: Pledging Her Mate to a Stranger
Victoria didn’t think. She acted.
The liquor was coursing through her veins, dulling the fury, the betrayal, the heartbreak.
She wanted an escape.
And she found it—him.
He was tall and muscular, dangerous in a way that made her heart race. His penetrating blue gaze bored into hers, inscrutable, predatory. He was flanked by a half dozen men, all equally foreboding.
She didn’t care.
She walked directly to him, only just preventing her feet from tripping.
“I want you.”
The men they were with fell quiet. The air shifted.
The stranger lifted an eyebrow, but his face remained as cold, as calculating.
“I want to communicate,” she clarified.
A man who looked familiar among his friends laughed. “Kenz, talk to her.”
Another man pushed him ahead. He barely moved. His posture was unwavering, unyielding — like rock.
Then without saying a word, he grabbed her wrist and pulled her from the group.
Victoria’s heart hammered. His touch was warm, a bolt of heat racing from her skin.
She was staring at him now, really staring — chiseled jawline, wickedly tousled dark hair, and those haunting, ice-blue eyes.
She licked her lips.
“I’m drunk,” she admitted.
His lips tugged down in a smile. “I noticed.”
“Good,” she exhaled. “Then you won’t think I’m crazy for saying this.”
His gaze darkened. “Say what?”
“Be my mate.”
A pause. Dead silence.
The man blinked once. Slowly.
Then, he laughed.
A low deep sound that made her spine tremble.
“Little wolf,” he whispered, moving her hair gently out of her eyes. You don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“I do.”
“No, you don’t.”
She held her chin up, disregarding the heat building in her belly. But why the hell was his voice so hypnotic?
“I need a mate,” she said, her voice stronger. "And you’ll do.”
The stranger snorted through his nose. “And what makes you think I’d go along with it?”
“Because I asked.”
His lips quirked. “That’s not how this works.”
Victoria scowled. “Are you mated?”
His jaw ticked. “No.”
“Then what’s the problem?”
He let out a short, huffy laugh and stepped closer. Too close. His heat enveloped her, drowning her like a second skin.
“You’re reckless.” His voice was velvet and sin. “Do you even know my name?”
“…No.”
He leaned in, and her breath hitched when his lips kissed her ear.
“Kenzo.”
She shivered.
“Victoria,” she whispered.
He smirked. “Now we’re not strangers.”
Before she could answer, another voice rang in the air.
“Seems like you two are warming up to each other.”
She turned. Caleb.
“You know him?” she asked suspiciously.
Caleb grinned. “Kenzo’s a good man. “I swear to you, cross my heart.”
She turned to Kenzo, who appeared mildly irritated.
“I trust you, Caleb.” She faced Kenzo again, holding onto his shirt. “And I trust you. So say yes.”
Kenzo examined her, inscrutable. Then, he sighed.
“Come on, little wolf. Let’s get you home.”
The First Test
Victoria was holding his hand so they walked the street.
She was still buzzing, but a sharp chill filled the evening, and it sobered.
Kenzo suddenly halted to a stop.
“What?” she asked.
He turned to her, gaze sharp. “You’re fleeing from something.”
Her throat tightened.
“My mate—ex-mate—cheated. With my sister.”
Kenzo’s face didn’t change. But something in the air did.
She felt it.
A shift. A profound, unspeakable understanding.
"And your family?" he asked.
“They’ll come down on her side,” she said bitterly.
Kenzo was silent for a long beat. Then, he sighed.
“So, you selected the first wolf you encountered and figured he’d suffice.”
“I didn’t choose just any wolf,” she said. “I picked you.”
He smirked. “And why’s that?”
Her lips curved. “You look like trouble.”
He chuckled. “I am.”
She didn’t hesitate. “Good. I could use some trouble.”
Kenzo let out a sharp breath, dragging a hand down his face. “You’re gonna regret this.”
She grinned. “Then let me.”
The Bite of the Moon
They pulled in at a convenience store.
Kenzo purchased water, snacks, and … condoms.
Victoria smirked. “Prepared, I see.”
He shot her a flat look. “You’re the one who asked me to be your mate.
She took the condoms out of the bag and threw them away.
Kenzo raised an eyebrow. “What are you doing?”
“If you’re going to be my mate,” she said, moving closer, pressing him against the shelf, “we do it right.”
Kenzo’s eyes flashed silver. His wolf was awake, watching her now.
Dangerous. Tempted.
“You are playing a dangerous game, little wolf,” he said.
“I like dangerous,” she said.
He growled low and deep, sending a shiver through her spine.
Then he took her by the wrist and slammed her against the wall.
Victoria gasped, though she was not afraid.
Kenzo approached, nose on her neck. His breath was warm, teasing.
“You smell like trouble,” he said, in a low murmur.
Her pulse raced.
“And you smell like my next mistake.”
He let out a laugh that rumbled in his chest. “You’re insane.”
She smirked. “That’s why you like me.”
Kenzo groaned. “F**k.”
She giggled. “Is that a yes?”
He didn’t answer.
He bit her neck.
A not-so-gentle nip — so hard that she squeaked in surprise.
His tongue grazed the spot, comforting. Possessive. A silent claim.
Victoria gasped, her fingers clenching his shoulders. A heat blazed through her blood, stinging and wild. “Kenzo…” Her voice was almost a whisper, half a plea and half a caution.
He pulled back enough to let her see the wicked smirk that danced on his lips. His canines glinted. “Oops.”
Her eyes narrowed. “You’re evil.”
Kenzo laughed, a low, taunting sound. “Not yet.” His eyes smoldered, searing into hers with a ferocity that sent a tremor through her that pleased and terrified her in equal measure. “But if you’re serious about this mate thing…
A pause.
A heartbeat stretched between them, taut with expectancy.
Then—
“I’m yours.”
Victoria’s heart stuttered.
Holy sh*t.
Her mind blanked. Did he—did he really just—?
She stared at him, searching his face for the slightest hint of hesitation, the faintest sign of teasing. But all she could see was certainty. Unshaken. Unmovable.
She opened her mouth, but no sounds cam
e out.
Kenzo arched a brow. “What? Nothing to say now?”
Heat raced to her face as she smacked his arm. “Shut up.”
His grin widened.
But underneath all the teasing, underneath all the banter—
She did indeed get him to say yes.
Chapter Five: Mating a StrangerKenzo didn’t expect to end his night like this.One minute he was drinking with his packmates. The next, a gorgeous, wild she-wolf was telling him to mate with her.It was insane.And yet looking at Victoria, he saw everything he had never had.Wealth. Privilege. A life untouched by hardship.And yet here she was, running — like him.In the darkened streets, they can drive through, her fingers grip his as her body presses against his inside the slumped seat.“My family’s filled with rich assholes,” she said, looking out the window.Kenzo smirked. “Rich assholes, huh? Now you sound like Caleb.”She huffed. “Caleb was my best friend’s cousin. “But come home she’s not so I’m making dumb choices without her.”He studied her for a moment. Her smell was dizzying — wild, unsaddled, but beneath it … fractured.“Then we’ll see how bad you regret it,” he said.Her eyes sparkling, she turned to him.“Let’s mate. Tonight.”His muscles tensed. “You’re serious.”She
THE COST OF A BAD DECISION Victoria stirred, warmth wrapping around her as she felt the steady rise and fall of Kenzo’s chest beneath her cheek. His smell — dark spice and danger — surrounded her, encased her in something much more addicting than last night’s booze.She allowed herself for a brief moment to believe this was real. That she was meant to be here, knotted in sheets that smelled like him. That unwillingly marooned, that she wasn’t a mistake, a burden no one wanted.Then reality struck her again.She had mated a rogue.She loves this enough that her family would chase her down for thisAnd, even worse… she didn’t regret it.The Morning AfterKenzo moved next to her, his arm snaking around her waist. His breath brushed along the side of her neck, sending a shiver through her. “You’re overthinking everything,” he said, his voice gravelly with sleep.Victoria stiffened. She hadn’t expected to find him still here. She had not expected him to stick around.“What are you not sne
The Chains of BloodVictoria had hardly time to catch her breath before the next wolf attacked her.Her body responded with instinct, ducking under a swipe intended to rip her open, then spinning fast, bringing her elbow up into his ribs. The wolf stumbled, snarling, but Kenzo was there before it could retake its feet.He didn’t merely fight — he decimated.With one hand, he seized the throat of the attacking wolf and lifted the beast right off the ground. The wolf choked, limbs thrashing uselessly with Kenzo’s fingers tightening, claws sinking into skin. “That was a big mistake,” Kenzo muttered, then smashed the wolf’s head onto the sidewalk. The stomach-churning crack of bone echoed in the alley.Victoria had never witnessed anyone fight like him — fast, brutal, efficient. He didn’t just overpower. He outmatched.And yet, there were too many.Out of the corner of her eye, her family’s enforcers stepped in closer. Wolves were lunging, snarling, snapping, and while Kenzo, Caleb and V
The Cost of a MateKenzo’s fight—Victoria had witnessed She had watched him snap bones with a single blow, run the blade through targets like they were made of paper, move with a merciless efficiency that could only come of a blood-soaked past, but this, this was beyond that. He wasn’t just battling; he was devouring. His aura was inky, suffocating, wrapping around him like another layer of skin, his claws weren’t merely weapons—they were executioners, his movements weren’t merely brutal—they were definitive. And Jason, Jason was going to die.Kenzo’s grip tightened around Jason’s throat, his claws pressing in just enough to puncture skin, his voice — guttural, inhuman, monstrous — rumbled through the air as he spoke, “You took her from me.” Jason’s face was getting red, his hands clawing feebly at Kenzo’s wrist, his mouth was opening, gasping, but no sound came out, his eyes bulged, wide-open, terrified.Victoria knew she had to let him suffer, knew she had to let Jason feel the weig
Bound by BloodVictoria awoke to darkness. The sort that closed around her from all sides, heavy and smothering, the sort that wound around her arms and legs like shackles, heavy and unyielding. Her head pounded, a steady, wrenching beat at the back of her skull, and for an instant, she couldn’t recall what had happened, where she was, why her body felt so much like it had been ripped apart and reassembled badly. Then it hit her.Kenzo.The bond.Her mother.Her dazed head snapped back as her heart raced, a tidal wave of the happenings earlier flooding over her. They had taken her. They had taken Kenzo. They had—they had attempted to break the mate bond. Just the thought was a white-hot poker of agony that shot through her chest, acute, soul-wrenching, and she clutched her heart, fingers trembling. Was it broken? Was it severed? She delved deep within herself, seeking out that familiar heat, that chain that had been connected to her from the moment Kenzo branded her to be his, but it
Blood-bound, Fate-brokenVictoria had always known that her family was cruel. She’d always known her mother to be a calculating woman, one who held power like a knife, sharp and exacting, one who never issued threats — only promises. But standing in that frigid, stifling dungeon, looking at Kenzo shackled against the wall, blood crusted on his skin, his eyes boring into hers with what appeared to be combination rage and resignation, she understood something deeper, something worse.Her mother never meant for her to survive this.“Reject him,” Lady Dana said again, voice even, smooth, unyielding, as though she were asking something as mundane as laying down a broken piece of jewelry, as though she weren’t commanding her own daughter to tear her soul in two.Or we kill him.The words stuck in Victoria’s head, wrapped around her throat like a noose, each syllable tightening, closing off air, closing off thought.Reject him.Reject the one thing she’d ever chosen for herself.Those words
The War That Was Never PromisedVictoria had never bought the idea of fate, never bought the concept of the universe having some grand design, some master plan so intricately plotted that every step, that every breath, that every moment had already been penned in the stars well before she had drawn her first breath, because if fate was a thing that existed.If twist of destiny and the movement of the heavens determined the course of a life, then fate had damned her the moment she was born, had decided that she would be weak, unwanted, the expendable daughter in a family that never planned for her to ascend. Yet now, here, with blood pooling in the stone at her feet, Kenzo beside her, her mother looking on with that same inscrutable smirk, and the High Council’s enforcers pouring through the doors with a singular goal— to kill the rogue alpha that had taken something that wasn’t his — Victoria didn’t know whether she believed in fate or not, but that had become irrelevant, because it
Rage of the ForsakenVictoria had never been a fighter. She’d never been the strongest, the fastest, the kind of wolf whose mere presence struck terror into the hearts of others. She had been conditioned all her life to believe she was lesser — less powerful, less important, less worthy. But none of that mattered now, because she wasn’t seeking her family’s approval, she wasn’t fighting for status or recognition or something as hollow as the things that they had waved in front of her like scraps to keep her docile. She was fighting for Kenzo.The moment she saw the steel go in where it shouldn’t, saw the streak of silver buried deep in the meat of his ribs, saw his breath stutter and not stop, something inside of her broke that would never be able to be set right.Katarina had always wanted to watch her crumble, had spent years chiseling away at each piece of her, wear at her that made her so fragile, more like clay or air than flesh and blood, but she never once entertained the thoug
All That Was LostThe silence hung between them, heavy with things said and unsaid, and for the first time since Victoria had fallen into his life, Kenzo could feel the burden of his past bearing down on his shoulders. Outside, the night was calm, but inside the small apartment, nerves were running high. Victoria perched on the bed, the fabric of his old shirt in her hands, her eyes fastened to him as if she were attempting to crack a code no one but herself could decipher.“If you keep looking at me like that,” Kenzo said, running a hand down his face as he pushed his back against the wall. “Like you think I’m just gonna spill my guts.”Victoria raised an eyebrow, cocking her head to one side as she stared at him. “Maybe because I do,” she said, her voice low but steady. “Kenzo, you carry something heavy. Something that prevents you from opening up to anybody. I want to know what it is."A bitter laugh escaped his lips. “And why should I tell you if I don’t want to? What if it is bet
The Weight of a ChoiceKenzo sat on the edge of the bed, head in hands, breath uneven, as Victoria stirred, her warmth enveloping him in the comfort he'd denied himself for too long. But comfort was a deadly thing.” It made a man weak. It caused him to forget that the world outside this room would not stand still for the fire raging between them. And that fire — it was raging, devouring, drawing them toward a future neither of them completely knew.Victoria moved, resting on one elbow as her green eyes examined him, cutting and flared with something dangerously close to concern. “Kenzo, what’s wrong?” Her voice was hoarse with sleep, but it carried a gravitas that told him she already knew.He blew out, rubbing his palms, feeling the callouses, the roughness of a man too many decades swinging. “What do you do when you wake up to realize that you’re at a crossroads? But no matter how you turn, you’re walking into storm?”Her fingers made slow and soft circles on his back, as if she wer
Victoria lay in the gray light of Kenzo’s small apartment, dazed with the scent of him, which had clung to her, like a second skin. She still felt the way his arms had wrapped around her, the way his breath had hitched as if he were holding back something deep and primal. It wasn’t merely desire; it was something primal, something on fire. And he was fighting himself, fighting the wolf within, and she didn’t know how much longer he could restrain it.Kenzo sat at the window, moonbeams slanting across his face. His jaw tightened, eyes flashing gold in the dark. He hadn’t said a lot since they had lain down, but Victoria could feel the weight of his thoughts against the quiet. She rolled over onto her side and looked at him. “You can’t sleep much, can you?”Kenzo let out a short laugh and rubbed the back of his neck. “Not when my head won’t stop talking.”Victoria looked him over, the way his muscles tightened even in stillness. “You’re thinking about something. Or someone.”Kenzo didn’
The stillness in the darkened room hung over them, loaded with thoughts that neither of them would articulate, the kind that scratched at the base of the brain but would never break the surface. Kenzo lay awake, his arms stretched wide around Victoria’s sleeping body, his breathing steady, his mind far from it. His wolf, starved and erratic, prowled inside of him, demanding, pushing, aching for more. The night had been long, longer than he’d ever thought it would be, but somehow, despite everything — despite the recklessness, despite how insane their union was — he couldn’t feel regret about a single moment of it.His hand brushed against her shoulder, her skin warm and soft beneath his calloused fingers, the shallow rise and fall of his broad chest keeping in time with her light breath as she dozed next to him. And how easily had she surrendered to sleep, as if there had been no doubt, no hesitation, as if she belonged there, in his arms, unquestioningly. And perhaps that was wha
Kenzo didn't fall asleep. Sitting on the edge of his bed, his body tight, his brain keeps wandering some ways he doesn't want to think about. Over to the other side of the room, curled up in a ball, Victoria breathed steadily. But he knew she never slept now. He could sense it in the way she held herself and the fists she made of her hands as she lay there motionless. He wanted to reach out to her, shake her, demand that she tell him how she could still sit there pretending everything was all right when it wasn't. Nothing was now.Finally he couldn't bear it any longer. "How much more are you going to pretend?"His voice was rough, edged like a blade. What did he care?Victoria rolled over, but didn't look at him. "Pretend about?"Kenzo let out a bitter laugh. "That everything's going to be fine. And to a monster you mean you didn't just turn. All that he wanted-look at you handing himself and everything over, clinking it on a silver platter."She let out her breath in a slow, even str
The Border Between Love and WarKenzo didn’t return to the apartment right away. He couldn’t. The blood in his veins was buzzing with rage, his wolf pacing, but there was no stimulus to let all that rage out. He walked the shadowy streets, past the dank alleys----you could smell the damp, crumbling concrete--, and the sputtering neon signs barely illuminating the way. Every muscle in his body was wound tight, his hands itching to hit something, anything, but there was nothing he could hit.Since that battle had been lost the instant Victoria cut that deal.You turn the corner, you go into an old bar —smelling like cigarettes and sweat and fucking regret. He squeezed inside, shoulders tight, the warmth of too many bodies crowding around him, the low hum of conversation by the floor shaking the air. A few gazes lifted to him, realizing who he was, still no one approached. Good. He wasn’t very sociable at this time.Kenzo marched straight to the counter and banged a hand down. “Whiskey. N
The Price of TreacheryTHE RIDE BACK WAS CHOKING. No one spoke. No one could. The shadow of Victoria’s deal with Damon loomed like a boulder in the back seat, crowding the space between them so that every breath felt like a struggle. Kenzo’s knuckles were white from gripping the wheel, his jaw set tight and hard, a wolf snarl sitting just under his skin. Caleb, the one most likely to fill silence with offhand comments, gazed out the window with his reading smirk absent, his fingers drumming an uneasy tattoo against his thigh. And Victoria — Victoria could feel the weight of her choice settling into her bones like a slow, creeping poison.She had struck a deal with the most dangerous man in the city.She had offered herself.And now she had to live with it.At last Kenzo spoke, his voice precise and low, slicing through the quiet like a knife. “What the hell was that?”Victoria raised her chin, determined not to flinch. “A negotiation.”Kenzo laughed, but not in a way that was funny, o
Bargaining with the DevilThe drive to the Blackfangs’ territory was silent, thick with tension and the unspoken weight of what they were about to do. Victoria sat in the backseat, her arms crossed tightly, her mind warring with itself. She didn’t trust them. She didn’t want to trust them. But if there was one thing she had learned in the past few days, it was that survival required impossible choices.Kenzo drove with one hand on the wheel, his other resting against the gear shift, his gaze steady on the road ahead. Every so often, his eyes flicked toward the rearview mirror, watching her, sensing her unease, but he didn’t say anything. He didn’t need to. He already knew this meeting was the last thing she wanted.Caleb, on the other hand, was completely at ease, lounging in the passenger seat like they weren’t about to walk into the lion’s den. “You’re too quiet, Vic. You should be excited. We’re about to make history.”Victoria shot him a glare. “If by ‘history’ you mean getting ou
THE POINT OF NO RETURNVictoria sat on the edge of the bed, gazing at the dim light coming through the cracked blinds, fingers clenched around the thin blanket draped across her lap. The sleep had never arrived, not really, not when her mind wouldn’t quiet, not when the weight of what was coming settled onto her chest with the steadiness of an iron weight. She had always known her family’s world was built on corruption, on power plays and alliances that cared little for love, but the betrayal, the sheer depth of it, still stung more than she cared to confess. Her mate—ex-mate—and her own sister. It was no longer just about the humiliation. It was about the reality that they expected her to do that. To bow. To submit.But she was no longer that girl.A low sound rolled around the room, and she glanced at the couch where Kenzo sat, arms crossed, head craned back, eyes closed, though he was not asleep. He hadn’t slept either. She could sense it by the tautness of his shoulders, the strai