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
MarissaMy fingers were very restless. I was bored, and I licked my leg with cautious hope, wondering why Justin had not resumed work this morning.Justine had confirmed that her brother left the house quite early, and so I was pumped with excitement to finally look him in the eye and share this bond, this secret that I had kept for so long it was threatening to explode.I couldn’t wait to see his reaction. I had done several role-plays in my head. All had one thing in common: he was pumped and glowing with excitement.My energy was restless, impatient. I was one step away from calling him and demanding that he get his ass here.I heard the elevator open. Someone was coming. I got up, grinning, but stopped and sat down when I heard heels approaching.Every bit of excitement I felt flew out the window when I saw who it was.WendyI could already feel the animosity and prepared for her attack. Hate blackened her eyes as she stood right before me, haughty and poised."I see you took your
JustinThunder cracked like the sky was splitting open. Lightning flashed, and a roar rolled across the land, echoing the fear in my head. I tore through the dark, running, stumbling, gasping. I didn’t know where I was going, but something chased me. Something I couldn’t see, only feel. It breathed down my back.The scent of choking sulfur hit me first. I gagged.“Leave me alone!” I shouted, my voice swallowed by the void.From the shadows, the thing moved closer. Slick. Black. Rotting.“I’m your god,” it hissed. “I own you. Worship me.”“No!” My voice cracked as I ran harder. But the faster I went, the closer it crept. It fed off me and thrived on my panic. Its laughter rang sharp, burrowing into my ears until I slapped my palms over them to block it out. My throat burned like someone had stuffed fire down it.I jolted awake, drenched in sweat. My breath came in shallow bursts. The cool morning air brushed my skin, but it didn’t calm me. I could still smell the sulphur, and feel the
MarissaIt almost felt sinful to watch the Queen cry, like witnessing something sacred crumble in front of you. Silent tears streamed down her face, and her breaths came out in uneven gasps as if her body refused to fully accept what her mind had just heard.Her hand reached for her chest, as though trying to press down the pounding of her own heart. Her hood had slipped back slightly. She wasn’t just shocked. She was unraveling.Justine rushed to her side and gripped her arms, trying to anchor her. “Sit down, Mom.”The Queen didn’t resist. Her legs gave out beneath her, and she sank into the seat like all the strength had left her bones. "But how?" she kept repeating, dazed.She stared at me like the answer would suddenly rearrange the facts.I wrapped my arms around myself, pulling them tight. My throat burned from the tears I swallowed. My eyelids fluttered shut, trying to breathe through the panic.Then her voice snapped me open."You knew this all along and didn’t say anything?
I saw the round table tucked in the corner of the ice cream parlor as I waited for Brian. My fingers played idly with the paper napkin in front of me—folding and unfolding it, tearing at the corners. Outside, the sun burned hot, and the parlor was slowly filling with children in school uniforms and teenagers crowding near the counter, debating between mint chocolate and strawberry swirl.I glanced at the door for the tenth time, then stopped—finally spotting Brian as he entered.He was easy to find. At a towering height of over six feet, he stood out in any crowd, almost matching Justin’s height."Justin," I muttered, shaking my head.His eyes scanned the room once before landing on mine. The moment he reached me, I wrapped my arms around him tightly, burying my face in his shirt. He hugged me back—one arm around my shoulder, the other smoothing my hair. I stayed in his arms a moment longer than I intended. My brother’s warmth wrapped around me, reminding me I wasn’t alone.When we sa
JustinI leaned into the curve of my desk, finishing the last part of the quarterly report. I glanced at the time—11:42 AM. Without looking away from the screen, I rang Marisa to come in. I just needed to see her face. Her presence had a way of clearing out the static in my head.There was no response.I paused and waited. Nothing.I clicked into another line and adjusted the paragraph, then rang her again. Still no answer. Strange.I leaned back in my chair, pushed to the side, and made my way out. She wasn’t at her table. Her tablet lay on the desk, but her bag wasn’t there. I pulled out my phone and dialed her number—straight to voicemail.“Damn it,” I cursed under my breath, then turned back toward my office. Maybe she had a scheduled errand or an emergency. But she would’ve sent a message. Marisa never just vanished.Once back at my desk, I pulled up our shared calendar. There was nothing scheduled that should’ve taken her out of the building. I checked my inbox—no messages, no a
Marissa I felt like my heart was bursting out of my chest. I grabbed my handbag and sprinted down the corridor, weaving past startled employees who barely had time to react.Justine's voice rang faintly in the background, calling for me, but I didn’t look back. I slammed my hand against the elevator button. My chest rose and fell. The numbers blinked above the silver doors—12, 11, 10.Come on, I muttered, blinking back tears and clutching the strap of my bag. When the elevator finally dinged, the doors slid open. I stepped in and hit the ground floor button. It began its slow descent. My foot tapped restlessly against the floor.The moment the doors opened again, I bolted through the lobby and out the glass doors. The air felt hot, dry, and heavy. My legs burned, but I didn’t stop until the parking lot ended and the other side of the building came into view.There, by the edge of the building, I slowed down and stumbled toward the concrete wall, leaning my full weight into its surfac
Marissa I woke up with a chill crawling down my spine, the kind that made me want to wrap myself in layers even though the room wasn’t cold. It wasn’t just the temperature, I felt it, deep inside my bones. Like something was wrong.Normally, I wasn’t the type to believe in bad omens, but lately, I was beginning to reconsider. Maybe I needed external help. A fortune teller, perhaps. Someone to map out my disaster of a life and tell me how to fix it.I had expected to spend the night tossing and turning, thinking about my uncertain future. But to my surprise, I had actually fallen asleep. And now, it was Monday. Time to get back to work. As Sydney had so kindly reminded me last night, I couldn’t keep running away from my problems.Before getting dressed, I grabbed my phone, hoping stupidly for a message from Justin.Nothing.A strange feeling settled in my stomach. Was I expecting too much? Had Justine told him? I hated the waiting. It was worse than the truth.By the time I reached t
Justine's POVMy hands gripped the steering wheel so tightly my knuckles turned white. The drive home blurred around me. What Marissa had told me didn’t just shake me. It completely unraveled everything I thought I knew.Justin had no idea about the mate bond. I was sure of it.If he did, he wouldn’t ignore it.Not when the mate bond was the one thing that could break his curse.For years, we had prayed for this. Desperately searched for answers. Begged the Goddess for redemption. At this point, Justin wouldn’t care if his fated mate was a damn octopus—as long as she could give him his freedom.So why had this been kept from him?The thought made me nauseous.I was supposed to stop at the club tonight, but what was the point? My family was on fire, and I was sitting in the middle of it, holding the match.By the time I pulled into the driveway, I turned off the engine but didn’t move. I stared at my hands, the silence around me feeling too loud.Everything suddenly made sense.That st
Marissa I couldn’t remember the last time I cried this hard. Maybe I never had.It wasn’t just the tears, it was the ache in my chest, the rawness of it. The way every breath felt like it was scraping against something broken inside me. Every time I thought I was done, another wave hit.Maybe it was because there was no one to comfort me. Maybe it was because I had finally said my biggest, scariest truth out loud.Or maybe it was because Justine’s silence made it all feel worse.She just sat there, staring at the steering wheel. No reaction. No anger. No disbelief. Just…nothing.I wanted to scream at her to say something. Anything. The silence was suffocating, like a slow, cruel rejection of my entire existence.Finally, she spoke.“I’ll drop you off.”That was it.Something snapped inside me.I turned to her, my vision still blurry with tears. “Don’t bother,” I said coldly. “I can find my own way.”She didn’t argue.I wiped my face, but my hands were shaking too much to stop the tea