Chapter 1
Leena’s Pov “Stop stalling! Get out if you're not ready to get your match!” Someone yelled from the back as I was pushed aside, groaning when my waist connected to the edge of a lone table behind me. I fell to the ground in a heap, clutching my waist. Snickers echoed in my ears making me freeze, but I had to get back in line or else I was going to get pushed to the back and I'd have to start all over again. So I scrambled up, and rushed to stand in the line with the other omegas. Today was the ‘Mate Matching’, a sacred consultation which was held for every werewolf who had come of age. The shaman whom the Alpha had invited would guide us through the ritual, using the moon's blessing to pair us with our destined mate. For an omega like me, this event meant everything. A mate meant protection, stability, and finally, a way of belonging, something I had craved my entire life. I glanced around nervously, the line of Omegas stretched ahead, their expressions a mix of eagerness and desperation. My heart clenched as I saw the Alphas and Betas watching from the sidelines, their eyes scanning the crowd for potential matches. Unlike them, Omegas had no say in who chose them, we simply had to hope that the Moon Goddess blessed us with someone kind. The line began to move forward, and I inched closer to where the shaman stood. Her robes glimmered under the moonlight and she was chanting softly. My palms were clammy, and I couldn’t stop fidgeting with the hem of my white gown. “Next!” The shaman called, her voice deep and commanding. My breath hitched as the Omega in front of me stepped forward. She was a petite girl named Mira, and I could feel her trembling even from here. The shaman placed a hand on her forehead, and a moment later, she smiled, “You are blessed.” She announced, “Your mate is Beta Kael of the Silver Moon Pack.” A tall, broad-shouldered man stepped forward, his eyes warm as they landed on Mira. She let out a soft gasp, tears of joy spilling down her cheeks, and for a fleeting moment, hope sparked in my chest. Maybe the Moon Goddess had something good in store for me too. But as the line continued to move and my turn came, that hope began to leave me. I couldn’t shake the feeling that something was off. Finally, it was my turn. I stepped forward hesitantly, my heart pounding so hard that I couldn't hear the murmurs around me. The shaman looked at me with strange eyes, her brows furrowing as she placed her hand on my forehead. Her chanting stopped, followed by a deep frown. “What… What is it?” I asked, panic filling my voice. The shaman's lips pressed into a thin line, “You have been chosen but…” She hesitated, her gaze shifting over to the Alpha. Alpha Grayson stepped forward, his imposing figure casting a shadow over me. “Speak.” He ordered. The shaman straightened, her voice steady as she said, “The Moon Goddess has not granted her a mate. Instead, she has been given a guardian wolf.” Everyone gasped and I felt my knees go weak as the words sank in. A guardian wolf? That couldn’t be right. Omegas needed mates, someone to protect them, not the other way around! “What does that mean?” Alpha Grayson’s voice was low and dangerous, his eyes narrowing at the shaman. The shaman’s expression was grave, “It means she is destined to serve another pack, to protect their people as a guardian. This is a rare blessing, but…” “But she’s useless to us.” The Alpha finished coldly, his gaze snapping to me. His words cut through me like a blade, and I took a shaky step back. “No…” I stammered, shaking my head, “There must be some mistake. I… I prayed for a mate. I need a mate! Please check again! There must be a mistake somewhere!” I said frantically, falling to my knees as weakness overtook me. “There are no mistakes in the decree girl! You have been given a guardian wolf and not only that, your wolf is not meant to serve your pack but another pack instead! An enemy pack! The Moon Eagle Pack! You are a traitor!” “No! No! This isn't true! I'm not a traitor! Alpha please, please, don't believe this! This must be a mistake!” I cried, clasping my hands together while years gushed down my eyes. I couldn't believe this! Why did this happen to me? Was my bad luck so much that I was going to be branded a traitor on the day that I was supposed to be given a mate? Why was this happening to me?! “Someone!” Alpha Greyson yelled, and I looked at him, shaking my head frantically, “Take her to the dungeons and announce that the Omega Leena Quinn is a traitor! She will be beheaded tomorrow so as to protect this clan from war!” “No! Please!” I screamed, my voice breaking as two guards marched toward me. My knees hit the cold ground as I begged, tears blurring my vision, “I’m not a traitor! Please, you have to believe me! I don’t even know the Moon Eagle Pack!” The guards grabbed my arms roughly, yanking me to my feet, “Get up, Omega,” one of them growled, his tone laced with disgust. “Please, no!” I thrashed against their hold, my wrists burning under their iron grip. The crowd stared at me, their faces cold and had no expression. “I’m not a traitor!” I screamed again, my voice echoing in the silent courtyard, “You can’t do this to me!” But they could, and they were going to do that as it was the Alpha's orders. As the guards dragged me toward the dungeon entrance, desperation flooded through me. If I was thrown into the dungeons, I would never get the chance to prove my innocence. I couldn’t let my life end like this, not without a fight. A low growl bubbled in my throat, a sound I didn’t recognize as my own. My wolf shifted within me, a sudden burst of energy coursing through my veins. “Let me go!” I screamed, struggling in their hold. When one of the guards tightened his grip, a red haze clouded my vision. Before I could think, my teeth sank into his arm. The guard let out an unnatural scream, his hold loosening as I bit down harder. The metallic taste of blood filled my mouth, but I didn’t stop. I tore into his flesh with all the strength I could gather, ripping a chunk of his flesh free. The second guard froze in shock, giving me just enough time to pull myself free out of his grasp. “You little bitch!” The injured guard snarled, holding his wounded arm as blood poured down his sleeve and dropped to the floor. His face twisted in rage and pain, but I didn’t care. I spat the flesh onto the ground, wiping the blood from my mouth with the back of my hand. I didn't wait for them to regain their composure, I turned around and bolted away, adrenaline coursing through my veins. “Find her!” I could hear them shouting behind me, Alpha Grayson's voice cold and deep. If they caught me, I was going to die.Chapter 2 Leena's Pov I had to run. Quickly. I had to get help and the only person who could help me was him. My lover. The one whom I thought I was going to be given to. I passed through the back bushes, careful not to make any noise. Making my way to the back door, I opened it slowly, softly, and then filtered into the house, my footsteps light and airy. “Vin.” I called out softly, frowning when no one answered me. Where was he? I sniffed the air, waiting for his scent to hit me but still, the house smelled stale and dry. Like he hadn't been home in a while. Vin was lame, so he couldn't have been able to walk far. I stepped back outside, sniffing the air until I found his trail, which I followed. It led to a clearing, where the moon shone directly on the ground, so it was very easy for me to see what was going on. I crouched down, using the bushes to camouflage myself. There he was, with three other people, two men and a woman whom I recognised pretty well. She was one of the
Chapter 3 Leena's Pov “Come out now or you're going to get killed.” I froze. There was another person here, there were two. And from the tone of his voice, I was surely going to get killed if I didn't come out. I gulped, rethinking my life choices but at this moment, I truly had no choice but to come out, so I did just that. And immediately I did, I found myself knocked back, my back hitting the wooden wall of the small hut, a groan escaping my lips at the impact. “Who are you? Why are you here? Who sent you here?” The questions came rapid-fire, each one sharper than the last. I struggled to catch my breath, the pain in my back making it hard to focus. My eyes darted between the two figures before me, the one who had killed those people after me and the one who had threatened to kill me if I didn't come out, whose cold, calculating gaze pinned me in place."I… I'm just passing through." I stammered, my voice barely above a whisper, "I needed a place to stay and throw off the peopl
Chapter 4 Leena's Pov “Let me go! You promised to take me to the human lands, why did you bring me here?!” I struggled against Avin who held my waist tightly, dragging me through the gates with him. This was the third time I had tried to escape and each time, I was caught and brought back here. Avin and Kevin had brought me to their pack against my will six days ago. I had no idea that they were leading me farther and farther away from the human lands until the smell of different werewolves assaulted my nose. It was that moment I realised that I had been brought to a land that was filled to the brim with werewolves. “I said let go of me! Put me down! Put me down quickly!” I yelled, however, without a word, Avin leaned down and with one movement, hoisted me up on his shoulders. Stunned, I couldn't say a word at first but by the time I recovered my voice and mobility, I began to hit his back, thrashing wildly against his body. “Runaway, if you don't want me to throw you out of the
Chapter 5 Leena's Pov I walked out slowly, my hands wrung together, my teeth grinding against my lips. I was told to wait outside for Kevin and Avin, and I was doing just that, however, it seems that they were just making me wait for no reason. From where the both of them stood, talking to a female, they continued to glance at me, Kevin with a teasing smirk. Finally, after like ten hours, they came to me. “Are you having fun, Little Runaway?” Kevin asked. “No.” I muttered under my breath, “Why did you ask me to wait for you?” I questioned. “Here.” Kevin stretched his hands out, extending a badge to me. “What's this?” I took it, staring at it in confusion. “There will be a banquet in a few days, make sure to be there. It's to celebrate your coming as guardian of the pack. The servants would be there to dress you when it's time, and do not come late, the elders do not appreciate tardiness.” I sighed and nodded, not at all happy with this. The last time I was the center of attra
**Leena’s POV**As I stepped outside, expecting to meet Ciara and Sarah, my heart sank. They were nowhere to be found. Panic started to bubble within me as I scanned the area, hoping they would reappear. I didn’t even know the exact venue for the meeting with the elders, and without their guidance, I was utterly lost. Frustration clawed at me, and I knew I had no choice but to rely on my wolf senses to track them. Closing my eyes, I took a deep breath, allowing my wolf instincts to sharpen. Their faint scent lingered in the air. With determination, I followed the trail, the soft padding of my footsteps on the forest floor echoing in my ears. My legs ached with each step, and the loud music from the banquet hall up ahead only added to my growing exhaustion. Every beat thudded in my skull like a taunt, reminding me how unprepared I was for this.When I finally arrived, my eyes darted around, scanning the faces of the crowd. My gaze landed on Alvin and Kevin, seated at a table with thei
Leena's Pov After the banquet, exhaustion weighed heavily on me as I made my way back to my room. The festivities had been grand—music, dancing, laughter echoing through the hall—but my heart felt heavy. The idea of being tied to Alpha Alvin loomed over me like a dark cloud, and the absence of both Alvin and Kevin throughout the evening only made things worse. The moment I entered my room, I kicked off my heels and collapsed onto the bed, sinking into the plush comforter with a sigh.As I reached up to remove my earrings, the sound of my door creaking open startled me. I turned to see Sarah standing there, her familiar sly smile plastered on her face. The sight of her immediately put me on edge. Her devious demeanor was something I’d grown accustomed to, but tonight, it seemed more menacing than usual."Leena," she said sweetly, stepping into the room and closing the door behind her. "What a night, huh?"I turned back to the mirror, trying to keep my voice steady. "What do you want,
Leena's PovI was shocked to my very core, my thoughts spiraling in chaos as Sarah’s words echoed in my head. Could it be true? Could Alpha Avin—the man I was meant to marry—truly have been the one who murdered my parents in cold blood? I paced back and forth in my room, my fingers tangling nervously in my hair. It didn’t make sense. Avin was always kind, always the perfect picture of a noble Alpha. His eyes, dark and captivating, had always held a warmth that made me feel safe. But Sarah had been so convincing. The way she revealed the sealed document, the signature, the king’s ink—it all seemed so real. I sank onto the edge of my bed, my legs trembling beneath me. My reflection in the mirror caught my eye, and I was startled by what I saw. My usually bright, confident gaze was now dulled with confusion and fear. My cheeks were tear-streaked, my lips trembling. How could I face him after this? How could I marry someone who might have torn my family apart?A knock on my door startle
Leena's PovThe day had finally arrived—the day I was supposed to seal my fate. My wedding day. I sat in my room, staring at the lavish gown hanging on the wall. The intricate lacework shimmered as the sunlight poured through the window, illuminating its every detail. It was beautiful, perfect even. Yet, it felt like a prison sentence rather than a symbol of love and unity. My chest tightened as the weight of my decision bore down on me. How had it come to this? A wedding that held no joy, no love—only duty and sacrifice.Miriam, my ever-loyal companion and assistant, stood by my side, brushing strands of my dark hair into an elegant updo. Her hands moved deftly, but her eyes betrayed her concern. “Leena, are you alright?” she asked softly, her voice laced with worry.I forced a smile, though it felt like a mask. “I’m fine, Miriam. Just... nervous.”Her brows furrowed as she leaned closer, lowering her voice. “You don’t have to go through with this if you’re unsure. You’ve been so qui
Kira looked up from the pastry counter, her brows furrowed in confusion as the man who just walked in addressed Cooper as "Mr. Delarosa." The name rolled off the stranger’s tongue like he’d practiced it, but it was wrong. She tilted her head slightly, her lips parting to say something, but Cooper beat her to it. “Ah, you must be new here,” Cooper said with a relaxed chuckle, his sharp suit somehow making the moment feel less awkward. He clasped a hand on the man’s shoulder, his charming grin never faltering. “It’s Cooper. Always Cooper.” Kira’s gaze flickered between the two men, trying to piece together the odd exchange. Her stomach twisted uneasily, a quiet warning she couldn’t ignore. She wiped her flour-dusted hands on her apron, her voice wavering as she interrupted their conversation. “Um, excuse me. I think I need to close up the shop for the day. My partner isn’t here, and, well, with all the commotion earlier…” Her voice trailed off, and she glanced at Cooper nervously.
Kira was still talking with Cooper when he offered to help her. His voice was calm, but there was an unmistakable firmness in his tone when he said, “I’d like to invest in your bakery.” Kira hesitated, a flicker of surprise crossing her face. Her lips parted as though to respond, but she closed them again, frowning slightly. “I appreciate the offer, but… I can’t accept it,” she said, her voice soft yet resolute. “Why not?” Cooper asked, tilting his head slightly, his piercing gaze fixed on her. “It’s not because I disregard your kindness,” she said quickly, her hands fidgeting with the hem of her apron. “But my shop—it’s not worth it. I can’t let you waste your money on something so… small.” Her voice cracked slightly, betraying the vulnerability she was trying to hide. Cooper smiled faintly, leaning forward. “Small? Kira, your bakery is more than just a shop. It’s a reflection of your hard work and passion. That makes it more than worth it.” Kira’s eyes softened, and for a
Kira’s mind was still spinning from the revelation that this man, Cooper McDonald, was willing to invest such a large sum in her struggling bakery. He had insisted on helping her, pushing a check for $100,000 into her hands, but she had rejected it. She couldn’t bring herself to accept something so overwhelming, especially from a man she didn’t know well enough to trust.“Please, you don’t have to do this,” she had said, her voice a mix of gratitude and discomfort. “I’m sure if I sold everything in my shop right now, it wouldn’t even come close to half of this amount. I can’t—”Cooper had interrupted her, smiling that confident, reassuring smile of his. “I’m an investor. And I’m officially investing in your business.”She had hesitated for a moment, trying to find some logic in his offer. But there was something unsettling about him. The way he spoke about it, as if it was the most natural thing in the world to hand over such a sum of money to a
Kira’s mind spun as she watched the man standing before her. His movements were fluid, his strikes precise, yet there was something unsettlingly ruthless about the way he fought. Every punch, every calculated step, exuded raw power. Yet his voice... it carried a soothing warmth that made her question everything she thought she knew about him. He adjusted his glasses as if shielding something, but Kira couldn’t shake the feeling that behind those lenses lay secrets—ones she desperately wanted to uncover. She stood frozen, clutching the edge of the counter at her small bakery, her heart thudding against her ribcage. For the first time in years, someone had fought for her. Her mind drifted back to Eva, her only friend, who had abandoned her months ago. Their broken friendship left Kira lonelier than ever, her introverted nature making it hard to form new connections. And yet, this man—a stranger—had stepped in, defending her with a ferocity that took her breath away. When the fight
Immediately as the men entered, Cooper's sharp eyes fixed on them. Their familiar swagger and threatening aura gave them away—they were Diego’s men. His jaw tightened. *What business do they have here?* he wondered. Turning his gaze to Kira, who was arranging cupcakes in the display, he frowned. She was just a baker, an innocent woman. *Why would Diego’s men target someone like her?* The men, clad in dark leather jackets with scowls plastered on their faces, began harassing Kira. Their voices were loud and cruel, their words slicing through the once-cozy atmosphere of the shop. Kira’s hands trembled as she tried to keep calm, but the fear in her wide brown eyes betrayed her brave facade. Cooper sat quietly, observing, his fists clenched under the table. He was willing to stay out of it—until they crossed the line. One of the men grabbed Kira’s arm roughly, yanking her away from the counter. “Listen, lady, you better pay up, or this little bakery of yours won’t last another week.”
Kira had always found herself caught in the crossfire of her friend Eva’s harsh words, but today, they felt different. Eva’s comment stung deeply, digging into a wound that had already been there for years. The words, though almost a daily occurrence, still held a weight that Kira couldn’t shake off. "I barely finished high school, and look at you," Eva’s voice echoed in her mind, "you’ve got this stupid bakery, but you’re not even a graduate. What are you doing with your life, Kira?"She could still hear Eva’s mocking tone, the sharpness behind her words, as if Eva was somehow superior just because of her degree. Kira didn’t let things like this get to her, not usually. She was the type to let things slide for the sake of her friendship, even though deep down she knew it was unfair. Eva was always so quick to remind her of what she didn’t have, what Kira was lacking. But today, Eva’s words had made Kira’s chest tighten, her heart sinking lower. Kira had
Eva stood motionless, her eyes locked on the ground, her mind racing. As the luxurious car drove away, something glinted in the fading light. She froze, instinctively reaching down to pick it up. It was a small, metallic object—smooth in texture, with a gleaming logo etched on its surface. She examined it closely, still confused. The logo had fallen from his pocket, but where had it come from? Was it some sort of badge? A symbol? She squinted, trying to make sense of it. “Could it be from his company? Does he have an association, some kind of group?” she wondered aloud, her voice barely above a whisper, the excitement of the money still tingling in her veins. But this... this logo was something else. She cleaned the sand off the emblem carefully, her fingers trembling slightly as she wiped it against the sleeve of her jacket. As the dirt cleared, the design became more defined, a name boldly inscribed beneath it: *LaRosa*.Eva’s heart skipped a beat. She
Eva’s pulse raced as she stood frozen, staring at the man in front of her. The guy who had stepped out of the sleek Rolls-Royce was nothing short of a dream. His perfectly styled hair gleamed under the sunlight, and his piercing blue eyes seemed to see straight through her, sparking something deep inside. As he adjusted his glasses, she couldn't help but notice the refined elegance in every movement, the aura of wealth and power that surrounded him. *This is exactly the type of man I want in my life,* she thought to herself, her heart fluttering. *Rich, handsome, prepared—he could easily be my dream man.* She was so entranced by him that she barely heard the sound of her own breath. But for a fleeting moment, she thanked Kira. If she hadn’t been sent on this delivery mission, she would never have crossed paths with him. Eva had seen many men around town, but none like this one. There was something about his striking features, the kind of face that belon
Cooper returned to his luxurious penthouse after the chaotic night, his mind buzzing with thoughts of the mysterious woman he had met at the party. She was kind, beautiful—though he had only caught glimpses of her face behind that mask—but even that brief encounter had etched her into his memory. The way her body moved, her perfect posture, and the undeniable warmth in her eyes as she had helped him, despite everything that had happened. Most people would have cowered in fear or even turned him in to the authorities, but not her. No, she had been different. She hadn’t feared him, hadn’t even flinched when the world seemed to close in on them. He took a deep breath, his fingers tracing the edges of the ID card he had picked up at the party. He turned it over in his hands, wondering if it was hers. There was something about her, something he couldn’t quite place, that made him want to know everything about her. As a man used to getting answers without asking, the fact that she remained