Justin's POV
Two weeks later Bloodied and weak, I staggered out of the torture chamber. The metallic stench of blood clung to my skin. My vision blurred, but I blinked back the haze, determined not to collapse again. The physical pain was killing me, but none of it compared to the ache of seeing my mom cry. Her heartbreaking, silent tears cut deep. “Son, please, your physician must administer the last set of needles.”Each session in the chamber felt like another blow to her spirit, and that made my suffering all the harder to endure. I clenched my fists, feeling the sticky warmth of my blood coating my palms.
“I can’t keep doing this. There has to be another way—something that doesn’t make me feel like I’m losing my mind.”
She swallowed hard, trying to choke back her tears, but the pain in her eyes was undeniable. Every week, wolfsbane was pumped into my veins, designed to cripple my wolf. I was forced to inhale the milder version as a cigar in my human form. My body burned with an all-consuming rage that ate my sanity. The humiliation was unbearable—a future Lycan king reduced to this pitiful state. Weak, powerless, and shackled by a curse I never asked for. Before the healer left, he assured me that this dosage would last three days. "Isn’t there some other solution? I can't take this anymore" I grumbled, heading to the bedroom. “There’s nothing we can do,” mom replied gently. “We just have to hold on until you find your mate.” Only my mate could break this curse. But how was I supposed to find her when my wolf couldn’t sense anything but madness? There was no scent, no recognition—nothing. My twin sister, Justine, stood across from my mom, looking just as sad. I headed to the bathroom. The tub was filled with ice to numb the pain. I sank in, letting the cold seep into my bones. I dragged myself out and headed to my room to get dressed. Mom knocked softly and stepped inside. Her gaze scanned my slouched posture. "Why not pair those pants with a white shirt?" She walked to the closet, pulled out a shirt, and handed it to me. “Thanks,” I muttered, buttoning it up. "You don't have to go in today," she said softly. “Your father has plenty of people running the government house. You need rest, honey. Please." “The more I sit around here doing nothing, the worse it gets. I need something to take my mind off this." "I’ll pack your lunch. Make sure you eat. Oh, and Wendy complained to your dad that you've been ignoring her." A groan tore from my throat. “Fuck her.” “Language, young man,” she said, exasperated. “Your wedding is in two months, and this is for the pack’s good. If our packs unite, we’ll form a powerful alliance.” She followed me to my car, carrying my lunch bag. I was grateful for her constant vigilance over my diet and making sure nothing triggered my wolf, but it also felt like another layer of chains binding me. She kissed my forehead and wished me a great day. Once the door shut behind her, I sighed, gripping the steering wheel. A good fuck would get my mind off things. The temporary oblivion of losing myself in a woman's touch worked. I drove to work, stopping at the gates, where the security guards saluted me formally. My best friend Caleb stood by the lobby, waiting as always. "Your eyes are red-rimmed. You should've stayed home." “Don’t start. I’ve had enough babying from my mother." I brushed past him toward my private elevator, where Caleb leaned closer, smirking. "Your mom's pet project was recruiting werewolves into our workforce. The new hires are here.” "Werewolves?" I raised an eyebrow. "Yep, the best of them." Caleb chuckled. "I must admit, they’re smart and better educated than we gave them credit for.” “Maybe we should thank their greedy alpha,” I chuckled, pressing the button for the top floor. "I could use a hot assistant. Bring them to the conference room. Let’s see what we’ve got.” Thirty minutes later, Caleb informed me the werewolves had gathered. I stared at my glass of water, my medication sitting beside it. This cursed life was exhausting, and I downed the pills, wishing I could drown my problems with them. I entered the conference room, and my eyes scanned the crowd of new hires dressed in black jackets. I spotted Marissa, their alpha's daughter, immediately. Our eyes locked. Something flashed in hers. Lust and defiance. It intrigued me and made me want to mess with her even more. She hadn’t come to me after the offer I made and stayed away from me the moment Wendy arrived at their place. “Where were you assigned?” “The legal department,” she said flatly. She was undeniably stunning. Her dark blonde hair framed her forehead in bangs, complementing the light green of her eyes. She had a figure that was neither slim nor overly full but beautifully thick, with curves that could make any man pause. Her gaze held a depth that was hard to ignore. Even now, as she tried to mask her emotions, I could see through the act. Her eyes held a challenge, and I couldn't lie—it intrigued me more than it should have. Perhaps she was different, or maybe she was just better at pretending. Either way, she piqued my interest in a way that few had. I could have a little fun with her—explore this fire beneath the surface—before resigning myself to the cold reality of being shackled in marriage to Wendy. “That changes. You’re now my assistant.” I almost laughed at her comical expression. Her eyes widened, and her mouth gaped open as if she couldn't believe what she'd just heard. “No way,” she stammered. “I didn’t spend sleepless nights in law school just to be reduced to an assistant.” Caleb glanced at me. A smirk tugged at his lips while whispers spread through the room. A smile pulled at my lips. She had a fiery spirit, and I liked that. "You’ll work directly with me. It’s not up for discussion. You start now, and I’ll double your salary.” Her lips trembled, her hands balling into fists. "I don’t care about the money—" I cut her off, my tone calm. "Make me coffee after this meeting. Consider it a trial." “Dismissed,” I said to the group. They filed out, but she stayed rooted, glaring at me. I loved this game. She thought herself beyond reach—It was time to show her otherwise. The door closed, leaving her and me in the conference room. Her breathing picked up, her defiance turning into something raw, unguarded. “Look,” she began, her voice shaky but filled with venom. “I won't be a pawn in your twisted game. I deserve better than this.” I walked so close that her face almost brushed against my chest. "You think I care about what you deserve?" My voice dropped to a low murmur. “Tell me, did your father force you to come here, or do you want a piece of me?” Her eyes flashed, and I saw her wolf peek through for a brief second. That fire was fucking interesting. I moved away, dismissing her without another word. She'd fall in line soon enough and beg for my attention, just as every other girl had.MarissaLeaning against the cool bathroom wall, my fists clenched at my sides; I swallowed hard against the painful tightness in my throat. The weight of everything bore down on me, making it impossible to shake off the suffocating frustration.The silence in the space was comforting—no footsteps, no voices, no curious eyes watching me break. I turned to the mirror, hating the reflection and staring back.I looked exhausted. Lonely.Why did my life feel like a never-ending cycle of disappointment? Everyone around me had something to celebrate—love, ambition, recognition—while I felt like I was slowly withering away, stuck in a reality that never quite felt like my own.Bitter thoughts ate at me. Maybe people saw something in me that I couldn't. Perhaps I was repulsive. Maybe I was ugly. Maybe I wasn’t enough.But nothing hurt as much as Justin’s silence.I hadn’t wanted to be here. I came only because of the Queen’s new initiative, opening migration opportunities for werewolves to wor
Marissa Knowing that my mate had a woman in his life caused an overwhelming sorrow in my heart. I almost collapsed in my seat and covered my face with both hands. Of what use was this bond that was causing me so much pain? It felt like my spine was curling forward, and I was at a loss for words.Why was the universe punishing me? Why did I keep imagining that seeing my mate after waiting for so long would be all bliss, where he would rush to hug me and ask where I had been all his life? I didn’t expect this cold silence and rejection.From how she glided into Justin’s office, it was clear she wasn’t the daughter of a pauper. She was effortlessly beautiful, wearing a statement dress and ridiculously high heels. One look at her, and it was obvious—this was a woman who had never struggled a day in her life.He chose her over me.A lump lodged itself in my throat as reality settled. Of course. This explained the absolute lack of acknowledgment. He wasn’t ignoring the bond because he was
Marissa The cursor blinked on the screen, and I grew strongly aware of Justin standing behind me. His presence sent warmth flooding through my body, making my hair rise on my arms and the nape of my neck. I was trying so hard to focus, trying not to react, but his body inches from mine was a force that sent my nerves into overdrive.As much as I pretended to ignore him—just as he was doing to me—the bond wrapped around me, pulling me in, making me want to touch and explore. If I kept bottling up my emotions, I was going to go insane.A rush of heat ran down my legs, and I swallowed a gulp of air when his breath fanned against my neck, brushing the sensitive skin below my ear. My pulse pounded, and it felt like he was doing this deliberately, maybe waiting for me to crack and admit defeat so he could laugh in my face and reject me.My eyes fluttered shut for a split second. Get it together, Marissa.I couldn’t look at him or wonder why he was hovering so close. When I finally mustered
Justin I leaned against my seat and took a drag of the cigarette between my fingers, inhaling deeply. The acrid taste of wolfsbane filled my lungs like numbing poison.The aftermath of the meeting still clung to my brain. My dad couldn't even bring himself to pretend—it was clear he didn't like me, all thanks to that bastard Sean's attempts to undermine me.The cigarette smoke curled around my face as I exhaled slowly, trying to quiet my thoughts.Despite how hard I worked to prove to my father that I wasn't a failure, it wasn’t working. My cousin wanted my throne. That smug fool.Meetings and public events always ended like this. He found a way to undermine me and act like he was the more competent one, like I was some trophy prince keeping the throne warm until someone more suitable—meaning him, of course—could take over.The fucking nerve.I could still hear his mocking voice from today's meeting, casually implying I was overburdened, that maybe it was too much for me to handle a
JustinIt was clear that the Moon Goddess never created my mate. I wasn’t meant to have one. Maybe my curse had erased the very existence of the one person who could have freed me. And now my twin was feeling something for my assistant.The irony stung.I rubbed my temples. At least I hadn’t crossed the line with Marissa. That would have been a disaster. My sister would never forgive me for touching her.Justine sat opposite me, propping her boot-clad feet onto the table like she owned the place, lifted a cigarette from the ashtray, twirled it between her fingers, then wrinkled her nose in distaste before flicking it back into the tray."So, tell me. Why have you been avoiding Wendy?"I groaned, tilting my head back against the chair. "What does she want from me? Haven't I already agreed to marry her?"Justine laughed dramatically. "You sound like you're being sold into slavery.""Aren't I?" I shot her a dry look. "Tell your best friend to leave me the fuck alone.""You do realize you
Marissa My first encounter with Wendy was exactly as expected, like a scene from a movie where the villainess enters with her nose in the air. She was rude, no doubt about it. And this wasn’t some petty jealousy over my mate’s perfect fiancée. She was just genuinely insufferable. Tell me why I was sitting at my desk, minding my business, when she waltzed in like she owned the place, dropped her overpriced designer bag on my table, and demanded sparkled water. No "please," no basic courtesy. Just entitlement, like I was her personal servant. She did it naturally, as if looking down on people was second nature to her. I gave her a tight smile that said, Try me, princess. But she barely noticed, probably because this was how she treated everyone. Still, I didn’t blame her. I blamed Justin. Without him and his uncanny ability to make my life miserable, I wouldn’t be sitting here, enduring this. But most of all, I blamed the so-called Moon Goddess, the supposed expert at matchmaking s
MarissaI walked out, and had barely stepped out of the door when Justin started to cough. It was not serious at first, but then it became a fit as he kept trying to maintain control. I tried to ignore the sound of the harshness of his coughing, but I failed as my wolf grew restless, pushing me toward him.Each ragged breath he took felt like a knife twisting inside me. My fingers clenched around the tablet in front of me as my body screamed at me to move.Before I could stop myself, I was already halfway across the office. I pushed open the door and found him hunched over his desk, his body wracked with violent tremors. His breathing was labored, and when he tried to straighten, another coughing fit nearly sent him to his knees.I cried out in shock, seeing him doubled over."Justin!" I cried, rushing forward and grabbing a glass of water from his desk, pressing it into his shaking hands. He tried to wave me off, but the moment he tried to speak, another painful cough tore through h
Marissa I groaned inwardly the moment the words left my mouth. A fake boyfriend? Really? Of all the excuses I could have come up with, that was the one I chose? Now, I was trapped in a ridiculous lie that I'd have to back up with an actual person. I rubbed my temple, already dreading the consequences. Justine was going to be a problem. Would Justin even care? I didn’t like this. Not at all. --- Employees trickled into the conference room, filling the seats around the oak table. A projector screen displayed the weekly milestones. I couldn’t concentrate. My foot kept tapping beneath my chair. Hector, my ex-boyfriend's best friend who knew about the cheating and now wanted to be friends again—sat diagonally across from me. He kept trying to get my attention, but I ignored him, nodding absently at the conversation. I kept my gaze fixed on my notepad, scribbling unnecessary bullet points to distract myself. At one point, Hector sent me a text. You okay? I read it and didn't resp
Marissa I had made up my mind. I was going home.Not because I missed it, and definitely not because I wanted to see my father or his wife. I just needed a change of scenery.Brian said I could stay with him for a bit, or I’d get a temporary apartment if needed. But I also knew how that went at that crazy pack, how single women were bounced around when they didn’t have a man’s name tied to the lease. If I couldn’t get something decent, I’d check into a hotel and figure it out from there.I needed space. Distance. Time.I was in the middle of zipping up my second box when I heard a knock. Then came Justine’s voice before I could answer.“This is dramatic, don’t you think?”I opened the door to see her and Justin standing there. They both looked way too polished for a casual visit like they had somewhere else important to be, but they came anyway.Justine looked over my shoulder into the room. “You packed like you’re going to the moon.”“It’s just two boxes,” I said, trying to sound ca
JustinWhen I knocked on Marissa's door, I didn’t expect her to look happy. She stared at me like I was a piece of furniture.She wasn’t frowning. She didn’t slam the door in my face. But she wasn’t smiling either. Her expression was calm, like someone who’d already had the emotional breakdown and was now in full recovery mode.“Can I come in?” I asked, trying to keep my voice neutral.She shrugged, stepped aside without saying a word.I hesitated before stepping in. Her room smelled of her shampoo, lemon-scented body mist and the bond. I held out the small shopping bag.She blinked. “What’s that?”I offered it again. “Just check it.”She gave me an unreadable look. Then she reached out and accepted it opened the bag and pulled out the velvet box, flipped it open, and rolled her eyes.Shit.“You don’t like it?” I asked quickly. “I can change it. There’s another set I saw, more silver—”She closed the box, dropped it back into the bag, and placed it down like it was a file she didn’t
JustinI paced the hallway outside the Queen’s study, heart racing like I’d just run a marathon. When my mother finally called me in, I didn’t waste time pretending I was calm.“She’s still ignoring me,” I said, not even bothering to sit.My mom looked up from the book she was reading, brows raised. “Who?”I stared at her. “Who else? She's acting like I committed a crime.”“Well…” she started, dragging out the word, “you did get another woman pregnant. No woman wants that, trust me.”I scowled. “Allegedly.”She shut her book and sighed. “Honey, I love you. But let’s not act like this isn’t complicated.”“I didn’t do anything wrong,” I muttered, walking to the window. “Wendy and I were barely even together. We hadn’t touched each other in months. The last few times, I used protection. Every time.”“Protection isn’t foolproof,” she said.I turned to face her. “I know that. But I also know Wendy. She’s not the type to sit quietly while being dumped. She’s petty. This whole thing feels ti
MarissaOnce I was inside my room, I locked the door, kicked off my shoes, and collapsed on the bed. I stared at the ceiling again. I could have called Brian. But I didn’t. What was I supposed to say?“Hey, Brian, remember that perfect mate the goddess gave me? Yeah, he might have knocked up his ex.”No. I couldn’t handle the pity in his voice.I made popcorn instead. Found a true crime series. Turned the volume high. And I got lost in cold cases. Somehow, it made mine feel smaller.Six hours later, I was still glued to the screen when my phone rang. Justin was calling.I stared at the screen for a few seconds before picking up.“Hello?”“Where are you?”“I went back to the lodge,” I replied, trying to sound casual.“Why?”“I needed space.”There was a pause. “Space from what?”“From the drama. Your ex announcing a pregnancy like it’s a royal decree.”He sighed. “I’m coming over.”“Don’t.”“Why not?”“Because I don’t know how to be around you right now. Everything hurts, and you being
Marissa Everything felt heavy. My heart, my thoughts, even my damn bones.The rules were simple, brutal, and old as time. The first woman to bear the future Alpha’s child, especially one destined to be Lycan King, had a permanent place in his life. It didn’t matter if they were mates. It didn’t matter if they were in love. It didn’t even matter if the woman was evil wrapped in silk.Rules were rules.And now Wendy had claimed she was pregnant with Justin’s child.I didn’t know what to think. I didn’t know what to believe. My brain felt scrambled, like someone had cracked it open and stirred it with a knife.The Queen had tried to comfort me. She told me she was on my side. She said over her dead body would Justin marry Wendy.I appreciated her words but knew she was being overly positive. This kind of scandal could blow into a full-scale war.And in all of this, I was the outsider. The werewolf.Why couldn’t I just enjoy my mate for once? Why did it always have to come with some life
Marissa The court proceedings felt like I was the one on trial. I sat beside Justin, who strongly believed he'd win. He was calm, in control, and powerful.He didn’t speak much, but when he did, the courtroom paid attention. Every word came out confident and unapologetic. Sean, on the other hand, kept contradicting himself in every other sentence. His arrogance from the first day had completely crumbled. Even the judge looked tired of him.I felt so freaking proud. Not just because Justin was winning, but because he was doing it with so much grace and restraint.When court ended that first day, Justin turned to me with a boyish smile. “Are you hungry?”I laughed. “Starving.”He took me out. Just the two of us. We found a quiet rooftop restaurant and ordered way too much food.We didn't discuss court cases, politics, power or curses. We talked about stupid dares.That afternoon, I realized how much lighter he looked. Like someone had started peeling off the weight he’d been carrying
Justin I had no plan, neither did I rehearse my words. In fact, I didn’t think for a thousand years that I’d end up being so honest with the public the way I was. But it happened. The words came out of me with a strange calm, as though I had needed to say them all along.My mother allowed a soft smile to curl on her lips, subtle but proud. Meanwhile, Sean's expression twisted, the edges of his mouth tugging downward into a bitter frown. For the longest time, I had believed that vulnerability was weakness—a flaw that could be exploited. But now, as I stood exposed before everyone, I didn’t feel weak. I felt free. Let anyone try to twist the truth. Let them attempt to stain the bond I shared with Marissa. My mother’s smile said it all: sometimes, the ugly truths needed to be told to reclaim power.The judge fumbled with his papers, his fingers shaking slightly. He tried to appear unaffected, but I saw the stiffness in his movements. My mother must have spoken to him in private, perhaps
It was getting harder and harder to stay private with Justin. Our relationship had somehow become the kingdom’s favorite soap opera. Inside the castle walls, everyone had a theory, a rumor, or a “trusted source.” And outside the gates? The paparazzi were practically part of the royal staff.Everywhere we went, someone was snapping photos or asking invasive questions. It was exhausting. I hadn’t realized how many people tracked your every step when you were bonded to a Lycan prince. Now even my outfit, the way I walked, or how I blinked seemed to matter. I found myself second-guessing every detail—was my lipstick smudged? Did my heels click too loud?Justin held my hand as we approached the pizza spot I’d been craving for all week. As expected, the moment we stepped out of the car, the flash of cameras started. A few paparazzi who had been pretending to “just be around” suddenly appeared from all angles, walking backward to keep pace with us.“Prince Justin, is it true you're planning
Marissa The Queen’s rage came with thunder. It wasn’t the typical raised voice or shaking hands kind of anger. It was primal, bone-deep, and terrifyingly loud. Her voice bounced off the ancient stone walls of the royal study like a storm crashing into a cliff. If Sean had been anywhere near her at that moment, she would’ve carved his name off the family tree with her bare hands.I stood still. A part of me was stunned, but the other part missed my own mother. I wondered how she might’ve defended me if she were still alive and if she would’ve gone to war for me too. Maybe it’s just something about mothers. No one quite loves the way they do."Well, I think you're going too far to be taken seriously," Justine muttered with her usual sarcastic flair, sipping casually from her glass.The Queen's head whipped around. Her eyes flared wide and wild. My heart genuinely skipped.“Too far?” she echoed, rising from her seat like storm-given legs. “Hell no. I haven't even started.”Justine bli