Elara’s life has never been easy. After the deaths of her father and stepmother, she’s treated as a servant by her cruel stepbrother, Darius. She dreams of escaping and claiming her rightful inheritance. But her plans are shattered when Darius sells her off to settle his debts—her buyer? The feared Alpha, Lucian Blackwood, leader of the ruthless Silverfang pack.
View MoreChapter 11: The Enemy's PlanKael's POVThe night was still, yet I knew a storm was brewing. Not the kind that came with wind and rain, no this one was different. This was a storm of power shifting, borders being tested, and blood would spill.I stood in my study, staring at the map of territories stretched across my desk. My gaze lingered on the Silverfang Pack's lands, their borders marked clearly in dark ink. Lucian Blackwood ruled there, and for too long, he had acted as if he were untouchable.That was about to change.A knock on the door broke my concentration. Only one person dared disturb me at this hour of the night. "Come in," I said, without a flutter in my voice.The door opened and Ronan, my Beta, came in. His tall frame filled the doorway, and his keen amber eyes met mine with urgency. "We've received news about Lucian," he said, shutting the door behind him."Speak," I ordered, leaning against the edge of the desk.Ronan strode across the room and slapped a folded piece
Chapter 10: Defiance RekindledElara's POVThe house felt emptier than usual, a hollow silence pressing down on me from all sides. I paced the length of my room, my thoughts a whirlwind of frustration and determination. My failed escape was still a heavy weight on my shoulders, but I refused to let it extinguish the fire inside me. I would find another way—there had to be another way.I couldn't let Lucian win.The soft creak of the door pulled me from my thoughts, and I whirled sharply, my heart racing with expectations of one of Lucian's guards, or even the man himself. But it was not him.Jade stepped into the room, casual confidence maddeningly consistent. She shut the door behind herself, her sharp green eyes locking onto mine."Well," she said, leaning against the doorframe, "you look like hell.""Thanks," I shot back, crossing my arms. "What do you want, Jade?"Her lips curved into a smirk, the same infuriating one she'd worn the first time we met. "I was passing through and th
Chapter 9: The Alpha's WarningLucian's POVThe estate was quiet, save for the faint crackling of the fire in my study. I sat in my chair, the weight of the night weighing on me. Elara's face haunted my mind-defiant, afire. Infuriating. She was supposed to break, to bend under the weight of my will. That had been the plan, simple and clear.But nothing with her was uncomplicated.She was different from any person I'd ever known-resilient in ways that irritated my patience. I'd caught her, dragged her back, made my warnings crystal clear, yet I could see it in her eyes-she wasn't done fighting. She wouldn't give in.I should have been angry, livid even. And I was. But there was something else, something I couldn't quite name. A tension that simmered just beneath the surface, unsettling in its unfamiliarity.A sharp knock at the door pulled me from my thoughts."Enter," I called, my voice steady despite the storm raging inside me.The door creaked open and Aric, my Beta, stepped inside.
Chapter 8: The Wolf’s WarningElara's POVLucian dragged me back towards the estate. His fingers around my arm were unyielding, hot as a brand, and each step he took echoed with controlled fury. My skin prickled at the intensity of his silence, each beat of it pressing down on me like weights. I'd failed, and he was letting me feel every bit of it.He didn't utter a word, tugging me down the hall and pushing me into the confines of my room. The heavy door slammed shut behind him as he followed me inside, the sharp sound making me flinch despite myself.His tall frame cast a long shadow in the dim room; his eyes, dark and smoldering with anger, locked onto mine. "Do you have any idea what you've just done?" His voice was low, steady-more dangerous than if he'd yelled.I didn't cower. "I tried to leave," I said simply, lifting my chin. My voice shook only a little, but I clung to the flicker of defiance sparking inside me. "That's all.Lucian laughed; the laughter was bitter and devoid
Chapter 7: A Desperate AttemptElara's POVI paced in my room, my heart hammering with every second that ticked by. Tonight was the only chance that I'd had since arriving here—a night when Lucian's attention would be split, his guard maybe a little down from the earlier gathering. And if I was careful, if I moved fast enough, I could make it past his guards and into the cover of the forest before anyone noticed I was gone.The whole idea was crazy, and all of Lucian's warnings now replayed in my mind, yet I just would not live this way, not as his prisoner and certainly not as a pawn of his. Whatever lay beyond those walls had to be no worse than remaining inside.I took a deep breath, checked my small pack one last time, then cracked my door open and peered out. The hall was empty, the shadows over the stone floor stretching in soft flickers from the wall sconces. Carefully, I slipped out, closing the door quietly behind me.Every step echoed in my ears like the beat of the heart, a
Chapter 6: Shadows of the GatheringElara's POVTime seemed to blur as the hours dragged by like slow-moving water before sundown. It was hard for me to pay attention to much of anything besides what was waiting for me later in the evening—Lucian's gathering. I had no idea what it would consist of, only that he seemed to want me to be present as the dutiful wife. My pulse began to race as I thought of my chance at slipping away in the darkness and chaos.I took a deep breath, steeling myself in front of the mirror. The dress they'd left for me was a deep, midnight blue, draping over me in an almost ethereal way. Surprisingly simple, the elegance made me look… different, as if the dress had been designed to give me some role in Lucian's cold, relentless world. Perhaps that was exactly why he'd chosen it.The door groaned open behind me. I jumped, turned to face the same guard from this morning. His eyes were firm, his expression unreadable."It's time," he said briefly, motioning for m
Chapter 5: The Fringe of DefianceElara's POVThe door shut behind Lucian with a soft click, right on queue, leaving me to my cold silence. My heart was pounding, my hands shaking at my sides. I so despised that he could affect me this much-the gnawing fear that always seemed to eat at the edges of my resolution. And yet I couldn't let it break me. Not yet.I went to the window, staring out into the darkened forest, pale moonlight casting an eerie shimmer over the treetops. It was as if I peered into a cage. Every shadow, every spasm of movement outside, reminded me that I was trapped here. No matter how much I struggled, no matter how hard I dug my nails in to cling to the scraps of my freedom, Lucian had me bound. Not just through this preposterous marriage, but through the force of his will, through the fearful power he exerted over everything in his world.And now, that world included me.I leaned my forehead against the cool glass, trying to still the storm inside my head. The we
Chapter 4: The Trap TightensLucian's POVThe air within my estate was thick as I stood at my study window, looking out as the moon was consumed by thick clouds. It was storming, but I wasn't sure if it was approaching in the sky or in my stomach. My plan was simple-take Elara and force her into this marriage before breaking her piece by piece. It wasn't meant to be difficult. Yet, since I'd set eyes on her, nothing had gone according to plan.She was different. Where her defiance should have been no more than an empty gesture, it was fire beneath the surface-fire that burned quietly, but burned hotter. Most people went to pieces under my stare, their resolve softened long before I had to raise a hand. But Elara? She didn't break so easily.I leaned against the frame of the window, exhaled in a slow hiss, trying to shake the thoughts creeping into my mind. Thoughts of her.She was mine now, my pawn in this macabre game of revenge. I repeated it to myself as often as possible, yet with
Chapter Three: A Prison of My OwnElara's POVThe door shut behind me with a click, and for a moment, the quiet in the room was so profound that one could hardly breathe. My chest heaved as I stood right in the middle of the room staring at the cold stone around me. I was trapped.Lucian's estate was as bleak and forbidding as I'd imagined. From the heavy wooden doors down to the towering ceilings, everything seemed designed for the express purpose of making me feel small and insignificant. And I did. But I wouldn't let it crush me. Not yet.My legs shook as I forward toward the bed, plopped down onto the edge. The mattress was soft, but it did little for my well-being. My mind whirled with ways of escape. I had to get out of here. There must be a way, some chance to make a run before tomorrow's wedding.Tomorrow. It rang within my head like a death sentence.I cast about frantically, finding anything to help me. The window was small, barely big enough for me to squeeze through. Beyon
Chapter 1: Sold to the AlphaElara's POVI slammed the heavy iron door behind me. The cold of the stone floor bit through the thin soles of my shoes. My fingers trembled as I wrapped the threadbare shawl tighter around my shoulders. Suffocating silence filled the manor, and I knew I was late. Darius would be furious.I quickened my pace down the hall, my eyes cast to the floor, away from the stern portraits of ancestors that lined the walls. Once, this had been my house, but now it reminded me more and more of a jail. Every groaning of the floorboards under my feet sounded like a warning, telling me I wasn't wanted here anymore."You're late," a cold voice snapped, and I jumped. Darius stood in the doorway of the dining room, his eyes darker as his disdainful stare fell on me."I'm sorry," I whispered, my head hanging lower."Sorry? Do you think 'sorry' makes up for everything I've done for you? For keeping you alive after Father and your mother—""Stepmother," I softly corrected. My ...
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