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 didnโt. What was I supposed to say?โHey, Brian, remember that perfect mate the goddess gave me? Yeah, he might have knocked up his ex.โNo. I couldnโt 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.โHello?โโWhere are you?โโI went back to the lodge,โ I replied, trying to sound casual.โWhy?โโI needed space.โThere was a pause. โSpace from what?โโFrom the drama. Your ex announcing a pregnancy like itโs a royal decree.โHe sighed. โIโm coming over.โโDonโt.โโWhy not?โโBecause I donโt know how to be around you right now. Everything hurts, and you being
JustinI paced the hallway outside the Queenโs study, heart racing like Iโd just run a marathon. When my mother finally called me in, I didnโt waste time pretending I was calm.โSheโs still ignoring me,โ I said, not even bothering to sit.My mom looked up from the book she was reading, brows raised. โWho?โI stared at her. โWho else? She's acting like I committed a crime.โโWellโฆโ she started, dragging out the word, โyou did get another woman pregnant. No woman wants that, trust me.โI scowled. โAllegedly.โShe shut her book and sighed. โHoney, I love you. But letโs not act like this isnโt complicated.โโI didnโt do anything wrong,โ I muttered, walking to the window. โWendy and I were barely even together. We hadnโt touched each other in months. The last few times, I used protection. Every time.โโProtection isnโt foolproof,โ she said.I turned to face her. โI know that. But I also know Wendy. Sheโs not the type to sit quietly while being dumped. Sheโs petty. This whole thing feels ti
JustinWhen I knocked on Marissa's door, I didnโt expect her to look happy. She stared at me like I was a piece of furniture.She wasnโt frowning. She didnโt slam the door in my face. But she wasnโt smiling either. Her expression was calm, like someone whoโd already had the emotional breakdown and was now in full recovery mode.โCan I come in?โ 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. โWhatโs that?โI offered it again. โJust check it.โShe 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.โYou donโt like it?โ I asked quickly. โI can change it. Thereโs another set I saw, more silverโโShe closed the box, dropped it back into the bag, and placed it down like it was a file she didnโt
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 Iโd 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 didnโt have a manโs name tied to the lease. If I couldnโt get something decent, Iโd 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 Justineโs voice before I could answer.โThis is dramatic, donโt you think?โI 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. โYou packed like youโre going to the moon.โโItโs just two boxes,โ I said, trying to sound ca
The border guards didn't pretend to be gentle. They blocked my car and immediately informed my dad that I'd been found trying to escape. โThe Alpha doesnโt approve your exit.โ The head guard spoke like I was a spoiled brat and not a grown woman desperate to escape a suffocating life. My fingers curled around the steering wheel. I tried not to scream. โName your price,โ I said, pulling out my phone. โIโll pay.โ He remained by my window, but when I opened my banking app, I was met with another shock. Account blocked. Transaction failed. Panic set in fast. My dad had cut off my money too. โYouโve got to be kidding me.โ The head guard lowered his voice like he was being kind. โRunning won't solve your problems, princess. Find a husband. Thatโs all your father wants.โ Another guard smirked. โThe only reason anyone would be interested in you is because youโre the Alphaโs daughter. You're past the approved mating peak.โ My chest burned with shame and rage. I wanted to scream, but
Marissa The bond struck me over and over, like a cruel jestโflirting with me, only to vanish the moment I reached for it. I kept asking myself why. Why did all the bad things keep happening to me? And when was I going to catch a break? Was I cursed? Was this the grand ending I had waited years for? A mate who looked through me like I was invisible? Would I remain caged forever under my fatherโs rule? I knew I was beautiful. Too beautiful for this. Even my cruel father flaunted me when it suited him. My mother, rest her soul, called me her moon-blessed princess. She believed someone worthy would love and respect meโ not like her own joke of a marriage, where her husband cheated while she was dying. His lover, Lilith, moved in two weeks after her funeral. I blinked back tears and stared up at the ceiling, wondering if she could see me. Was this the miracle she promised? Justin acted like I didnโt exist. As if that wasnโt cruel enough, our world demanded silence from females.
Back home, I stood at the top of the stairs, gazing at the scene below. My dad's voice boomed through the room, warm and eager to please. โWelcome! My king, my queen!โ He gestured dramatically. My stepmother clung to his arm, playing the perfect hostess. The Lycan king and his wife inspected our home with disgust as if we lived in the gutter. Despite my dad spending months decorating the house for this visit, they were unimpressed.Shame and desire mingled hot in my throat the moment Justin stepped into the foyer. He was probably not even thinking about me. The thought made me feel pathetic as if I was grasping something that wasnโt there.The Lycan royals moved slowly while my dad kept up his over-the-top act. โCan I get you something to drink?โThe king barely looked at him. โChampagne, of course.โ His tone made it clear that anything else would be unacceptable.Like magic, the butler appeared with a tray of sparkling glasses. The royals took them without so much as a thank-you. Wa
Gathering every ounce of courage, I stepped away from my hiding spot and walked toward the living room. I wasnโt timid by nature, yet here I was, acting like a nervous schoolgirl. If I kept behaving this way, Justin would think he had power over me. He was my mate, and my bond with him was undeniable. But I needed to get a grip on myself, to appear calm, not pitiful. Memories of my past crept into my mind. The image of my ex-boyfriend Alan and my ex-best friend Genevieve flashed before me. They had been seeing each other behind my back, and I had been the last person to find out.They claimed theyโd found out they were mates on Genevieve's eighteenth birthday. All our mutual friends knew before I did, making me look like a complete fool. When I finally discovered their betrayal three years later, during college, I saw them in bed with my own eyes.I hated the feeling of rejection so much. I needed to show Justin that I could handle myself.The scent of cedar and rain filled my lungs
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 Iโd 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 didnโt have a manโs name tied to the lease. If I couldnโt get something decent, Iโd 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 Justineโs voice before I could answer.โThis is dramatic, donโt you think?โI 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. โYou packed like youโre going to the moon.โโItโs just two boxes,โ I said, trying to sound ca
JustinWhen I knocked on Marissa's door, I didnโt expect her to look happy. She stared at me like I was a piece of furniture.She wasnโt frowning. She didnโt slam the door in my face. But she wasnโt smiling either. Her expression was calm, like someone whoโd already had the emotional breakdown and was now in full recovery mode.โCan I come in?โ 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. โWhatโs that?โI offered it again. โJust check it.โShe 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.โYou donโt like it?โ I asked quickly. โI can change it. Thereโs another set I saw, more silverโโShe closed the box, dropped it back into the bag, and placed it down like it was a file she didnโt
JustinI paced the hallway outside the Queenโs study, heart racing like Iโd just run a marathon. When my mother finally called me in, I didnโt waste time pretending I was calm.โSheโs still ignoring me,โ I said, not even bothering to sit.My mom looked up from the book she was reading, brows raised. โWho?โI stared at her. โWho else? She's acting like I committed a crime.โโWellโฆโ she started, dragging out the word, โyou did get another woman pregnant. No woman wants that, trust me.โI scowled. โAllegedly.โShe shut her book and sighed. โHoney, I love you. But letโs not act like this isnโt complicated.โโI didnโt do anything wrong,โ I muttered, walking to the window. โWendy and I were barely even together. We hadnโt touched each other in months. The last few times, I used protection. Every time.โโProtection isnโt foolproof,โ she said.I turned to face her. โI know that. But I also know Wendy. Sheโs not the type to sit quietly while being dumped. Sheโs 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 didnโt. What was I supposed to say?โHey, Brian, remember that perfect mate the goddess gave me? Yeah, he might have knocked up his ex.โNo. I couldnโt 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.โHello?โโWhere are you?โโI went back to the lodge,โ I replied, trying to sound casual.โWhy?โโI needed space.โThere was a pause. โSpace from what?โโFrom the drama. Your ex announcing a pregnancy like itโs a royal decree.โHe sighed. โIโm coming over.โโDonโt.โโWhy not?โโBecause I donโt 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 Alphaโs child, especially one destined to be Lycan King, had a permanent place in his life. It didnโt matter if they were mates. It didnโt matter if they were in love. It didnโt even matter if the woman was evil wrapped in silk.Rules were rules.And now Wendy had claimed she was pregnant with Justinโs child.I didnโt know what to think. I didnโt 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 couldnโt 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 didnโt 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. โAre you hungry?โI laughed. โStarving.โHe 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 heโd been carrying
Justin I had no plan, neither did I rehearse my words. In fact, I didnโt think for a thousand years that Iโd 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 weaknessโa flaw that could be exploited. But now, as I stood exposed before everyone, I didnโt feel weak. I felt free. Let anyone try to twist the truth. Let them attempt to stain the bond I shared with Marissa. My motherโs 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 kingdomโs favorite soap opera. Inside the castle walls, everyone had a theory, a rumor, or a โtrusted source.โ 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 hadnโt 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 detailโwas my lipstick smudged? Did my heels click too loud?Justin held my hand as we approached the pizza spot Iโd 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 โjust be aroundโ suddenly appeared from all angles, walking backward to keep pace with us.โPrince Justin, is it true you're planning
Marissa The Queenโs rage came with thunder. It wasnโt 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 wouldโve 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 mightโve defended me if she were still alive and if she wouldโve gone to war for me too. Maybe itโs 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.โToo far?โ she echoed, rising from her seat like storm-given legs. โHell no. I haven't even started.โJustine bli