After being rejected and banished from her pack because of the alleged sins of her parents, Denara Shawn was filled with the thoughts of revenge but she was sold to the ruthless, faceless alpha Rockan Rhino. Will she be able to survive a night with him?
View MoreDENARA’S POV I blinked awake, a dull ache pulsing through my head and radiating over my body. Panic surged as I tried to move, only to find myself firmly bound to a chair. The cold, hard surface pressed against my back, and my wrists felt raw from the silver-like ropes digging into my skin. Memories flooded back—the last thing I remembered was Bruno's face, twisted with anger before everything went dark.“Bruno,” I murmured, my voice barely above a whisper. The betrayal cut deeper than the pain in my head. My heart ached not only from the physical torment but from the realization that I had been taken—kidnapped by someone I once trusted. The words he said echoed in my mind. Why would a person hate her own sister so much that she would perpetuate her and her husband’s murder? I shuddered at the thought, my heart racing. I had always believed family was supposed to protect one another, not destroy. “Sevyn?” I called out softly, hoping my wolf would respond. It felt as if a heavy fog
Rockan’s POV The morning sun crept through the tall, arched windows of my castle, casting long shadows on the cold stone floor. I sat at the edge of my ornate seat in the council room, running a hand through my disheveled hair, exhaustion weighing heavily on me. Sleep had eluded me for far too long, and all I could think about was Denera.I summoned the council but they were yet to be here. “What is taking them so long?” I growled. Tyris leaned against the intricately carved door frame, arms crossed, concern etched across his face. “You need to eat something, Rockan. You can’t keep doing this to yourself,” he urged his voice a mix of worry and frustration.“I’m fine,” I snapped, irritation flaring. The anger simmering inside me was a volatile mix of guilt and fear.“Fine? You call this fine?” Tyris stepped closer, his tone softening. “This isn’t just about you. It’s about Denera. We need to find her.”Just hearing her name twisted my gut. I hadn’t stopped thinking about her since s
Bruno’s POV “You guys are monsters, all of you,” I blurted out, disbelief flooding my voice as I stared at my mother, my eyes wide with shock. The disappointment coursing through me was a heavy weight, suffocating and bitter.“We did what we had to do—” she continued, her voice trembling.“And you see how that’s affecting me now?” I shot back, my frustration boiling over. “Is Freya in on this too?” The thought twisted my stomach. If they were so hell-bent on me dating Freya, maybe she knew more than she let on.“No, you were all kids back then. I promise you that it’ll work out,” she insisted, tears brimming in her eyes. I groaned, my frustration reaching a breaking point. “For goodness’ sake, mother,” I snapped. I couldn’t stand there any longer. Pulling the emotional card and trying to gaslight me was even more irritating than the decisions they had made in the past. “I need air.”“Bruno, wait!” she called after me as I turned to leave, but I didn’t reply. Fortunately, she didn’t
BRUNO’S POV I walked out on her, the weight of my emotions crashing down like a tidal wave. Rage boiled inside me with every step I took, and all I could think about was Rockan. I wanted to kill him. I wanted to unleash the pent-up frustration that had been building since the moment I discovered Denera was pregnant with his child.The image of the mark on her neck haunted me, a permanent reminder of their reckless actions together. I had called the doctor just an hour ago to check on her—she was taking too long to wake up, and I got worried. Only to find out that she was carrying a child for the bastard who called himself head alpha. “Bruno!” The sound of my mother’s voice pulled me from my dark thoughts, and I groaned immediately upon recognizing it. “Oh goodness, yes, mother,” I replied, trying to keep my voice steady. “Follow me,” she ordered, her tone leaving no room for argument. I turned to look at her, and for a moment, my heart skipped a beat. Was it guilt I felt? Perhap
DENARA’S POV My eyes slowly fluttered open, a frown creasing my forehead as the world came into focus. A sharp wave of nausea rolled through me, and a debilitating headache throbbed at my temples, each pulse sending a jolt of pain through my skull. I groaned softly, regretting every sip of that wolfsbane alcohol. The memory of the night before was a hazy blur, filled with laughter that now felt bitter and mocking.As the fog of confusion began to lift, panic surged within me. Blinking rapidly, I tried to piece together what was happening, but reality hit me hard: I was seated on a rough wooden chair, and something cold and unyielding was strapped around my wrists and ankles. “How the fuck am I kidnapped?” I muttered, my voice hoarse and laced with disbelief. The weight of my situation settled in like a heavy shroud, suffocating me. In the dim light, I sensed another presence lurking in the shadows. My heart raced as I turned my head slightly, the familiar scent hitting me like a s
BrunoThe moon hung high in the sky, casting a silvery light across the pack house as I paced my room, frustration boiling beneath the surface. I just settled into a restless state when a soft knock echoed through the door.“Bruno?” Freya’s voice drifted in, tentative but familiar.I clenched my jaw, irritation prickling at my skin. “What do you want, Freya?” “I need to talk to you,” she replied, her tone insistent. With a heavy sigh, I opened the door, bracing myself for yet another conversation that would lead nowhere. Freya stepped inside, her expression a mix of determination and something I couldn’t quite place. “Freya, it’s late,” I said, trying to sound more pissed than I felt. “You shouldn’t be here.”“I know,” she said, her voice dropping to a whisper. “But I couldn’t wait.”I leaned against the wall, arms crossed, and studied her. She looked different tonight—tense, almost fragile. “What is it?”Before she could respond, a familiar scent hit me—Denera’s scent, lingering o
FREYAAs I stepped back into the house, the familiar scent of wood and lingering dinner wafted through the air. My heart sank a little. The warmth of home felt suffocating tonight, like a heavy blanket draped over me. I closed the door quietly behind me, hoping to slip by unnoticed, but the moment I entered, my parents’ voices echoed from the living room.“Freya! There you are!” My mother’s voice cut through the stillness, sharp and demanding. I paused, taking a breath before turning to face them.“Where have you been?” my father asked, his brow furrowed with concern. “It’s late, and you know it’s not safe to be out alone.”“I was just… taking a walk,” I replied, forcing a smile that felt more like a grimace. “Needed some fresh air.”My mother’s gaze narrowed, as if she could see right through my facade. “You shouldn’t be wandering the night at this time. It’s dangerous, especially for a girl your age.”“I know, Mom,” I said, trying to sound more composed than I felt. “I’ll be careful
DENARA’S POV I had nowhere else to go now. The darkness enveloped me like a heavy blanket, and I could feel the chill of the night seeping into my bones. It was probably past midnight, a dangerous hour for anyone to be wandering alone, especially a woman. My heart raced with the thought of what could happen if I encountered the wrong person.But then a thought struck me like a beacon of hope. “The Smith’s bar,” I gasped, a wave of relief washing over me. It was always open through the night, a sanctuary amidst the chaos of my life.Mr. Smith had always been kind to me, a rare warmth in a world that often felt cold and unforgiving. He had given me shelter whenever my home became unbearable, always treating me like family. The memory of his reassuring smile filled me with a sense of safety as I quickened my pace, eager to reach the familiar haven.Each step felt both urgent and heavy, a mixture of gratitude and determination swirling within me. I could still hear Freya’s words echoin
DENARA’S POV “Denera,” I froze in my tracks, my breath catching in the back of my throat. My eyes widened as the reality of the situation hit me.Someone saw me.“Oh my goodness, it is you.” The voice was unmistakable, sending a chill down my spine. I turned slowly, hoping against hope that I was imagining things.“Freya,” I breathed, my heart racing as dread washed over me. A long pause stretched between us, her frown deepening as she struggled to comprehend my presence. At that moment, I felt exposed and vulnerable. The fear of being recognized and outed gripped me like a vice. “What’re you doing here?” she asked, suspicion lacing her words as her eyes roamed over me, assessing, searching for any sign of wrongdoing.She probably thought I had come to steal from them. The thought of that made my pulse quicken, and I stood frozen, my mind racing with the potential consequences. She might end up calling out to her parents, if Aunt Rosa and Uncle Austin found me here, I knew exactly
DenaraThe day was finally upon us, the day the whole pack except me of course was waiting for. It was the day our next alpha, alpha Tim’s only son, was coming back home from his five year study trip.So it only meant one thing for us: the packhouse maids. More work! Though other maids could see a positive side to this, I couldn’t because it meant more people would visit the packhouse and more people visiting the packhouse would mean more errands for us.Running more errands wasn’t exactly my problem, the problem was running errands around people. I dreaded being around people because the more people in my space, the smaller I felt.“You have been on that spot for how long now?” The familiar voice of Freya, my cousin, made me turn to know who else was with her.It was Magda, the chief of the maids. I didn’t know when they entered because I was lost in thoughts.“And you are still standing there looking at what?” Magda asked. I quickly turned and continued what I was doing, hoping they...
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