Lilyanne and her mother, Olivia, escape from Lily's abusive father, Victor when her mother notices Victor’s hand reaching under Lily’s skirt. Olivia remarries Alpha Lucas, who sends Lily to Silver Moon Academy, where she hides her identity to avoid disrupting Olivia’s new life. But mainly because of her new stepbrothers who warned her not to disclose their relationship. On her 18th birthday, she discovers her mates are none other than her tormenting step brothers. They always bullied her until they discovered she's her mate. They seek her forgiveness, but a curse threatens their bond. As soon as they marked Lily as their may, they would die. The brothers and Lily must find a witch to break the curse. But what will happen when they find out that the witch they're searching for was none other than Lilyanne who would cause their death?
View MoreRyder’s POVThe academy was alive with its usual chaos—students laughing, gossiping, living their meaningless little lives. But my eyes were focused on only one thing. Lily. She moved through the hallways like a ghost, her head down, shoulders hunched, as if she were trying to disappear. A pathetic sight, really. But it was amusing how she still held herself together after everything I put her through. Most people would’ve broken by now, but not her. No, Lily had this quiet resilience that made tormenting her all the more satisfying. I leaned against my locker, watching as she hesitated by her own, fumbling with her books. Her hands were shaking. Was she still thinking about yesterday? Good. Vanessa’s shrill voice snapped me out of my thoughts. She was talking to some of her friends, but the moment she saw me looking at Lily, she walked over, a smirk playing on her lips. “Still obsessed with your favorite toy?” she teased, trailing her fingers down my arm. I scoffed. “Hard
Lily’s POV Hunter’s arm was steady around my trembling waist as we left the academy behind. I barely registered the cool evening air outside, my mind still churning with the echoes of the day’s cruelty. His quiet determination and unspoken concern were a small comfort in a world that had so often made me feel utterly invisible. The drive home was shrouded in silence. The city lights blurred past the window as I stared out into the dark, my thoughts a jumbled mess of humiliation and despair. Every passing streetlight reminded me of the cruel laughter in the cafeteria and the relentless, cutting words that had scarred me so deeply. I felt small—broken even—yet somehow, Hunter’s presence anchored me. When we finally pulled up in front of our house, its warm glow and familiar silhouette should have offered solace. Instead, as the front door swung open, I saw my mother, Olivia, standing there, worry etched deeply into her face. Her eyes immediately locked onto mine, and in that momen
Selena stormed into the opera house’s administrative office, her heels clicking sharply against the marble floor, each step echoing her growing frustration. Her chest tightened with a mix of anger and unease, her mind racing over the events of the past few months. This had gone on for far too long. Ever since she joined the troupe, she had been receiving bouquets of flowers after every performance. At first, she had dismissed them as the gestures of an admirer—perhaps a fan who appreciated her voice or her stage presence. But as the weeks turned into months, the consistency of the gifts began to unsettle her. It wasn’t just the flowers; it was the notes. They were too personal, too intimate, as if the sender knew her better than she knew herself.She had dealt with obsessive fans before. Some had snuck unsettling things into her dressing room: locks of hair, cryptic messages written in red ink, once even a small stuffed bear with its head twisted off. The opera world attracted its fai
Lily’s POVI could still feel Ryder’s presence long after he had left me in the hallway—like a stain that wouldn’t wash away, a shadow that clung no matter how much light I tried to find. I hated him. I hated him with everything in me. The way his voice dripped with arrogance, the way his smirk made my blood boil, the way he seemed to enjoy making me feel small. But worst of all? He was right. No one was going to save me. Hunter tried, but I knew—even he wouldn’t be able to stand against Ryder for long. Ryder wasn’t just a bully. He was a storm, tearing through everything in his path, and I was caught in the eye of it. I slammed my locker shut, ignoring the lingering gazes of the students who had witnessed what happened earlier. Some of them pitied me. Others found amusement in it. But none of them would do anything about it. Because Ryder Kingston owned this school. And me? I was just another toy for him to break. I forced myself to walk toward the cafeteria, ke
**Lily’s POV** The rest of the day dragged on, but my mind was nowhere near my classes. My thoughts kept circling back to Ryder and what had happened in the cafeteria. Why had he defended me? Since when did he stand up to Vanessa?The questions gnawed at me, relentless and unyielding. Ryder had never been the protective type. If anything, he thrived on seeing me suffer. He’d always been Vanessa’s enabler, her partner in cruelty. So why had he stepped in today? Why had he stopped her? And most importantly—why did Vanessa look scared of him?That was the part that stuck with me the most. Vanessa, the queen of this twisted high school hierarchy, had looked... terrified. Her usual smug confidence had shattered in an instant, replaced by something raw and primal. Fear. Real fear. I tapped my pen against my notebook, staring blankly at my notes. None of it made sense. Ryder had always been a storm, unpredictable and destructive, but this? This was different. This felt calculated, de
Lily’s POV The next day at the academy, Sam found me by my locker, looking hesitant. “Lily…” she started, biting her lip. I turned to her, raising a brow. “What?” She sighed. “I just—I wanted to say I’m sorry. About my birthday party. About Vanessa. I should have stopped her.” I stiffened at the mention of her name. The memory of being shoved into the pool, struggling for air, Ryder’s smirk lingering in the background—it all came rushing back. I forced a small smile. “It’s not your fault, Sam.” She looked guilty. “I should have done something.” I shrugged. “It’s over now.” But we both knew it wasn’t. Because Vanessa wasn’t done with me. Later That Day – Academy Cafeteria I sat alone at my usual table, picking at my food and trying to ignore the stares. People always stared. Whether it was because I was the Alpha’s stepdaughter or because of Ryder’s cruel games, I didn’t know. Or maybe I did. Just as I was about to leave, the sound of heels clicking against
Lily’s POVI barely slept that night. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw Ryder—his smirk, his threats, the way he had kissed me like he owned me. By the time the sun rose, I felt drained, but I forced myself out of bed. I couldn’t afford to show weakness. Not now. Not ever. When I walked downstairs, the house was eerily quiet. Too quiet. My mother and Alpha Damien had already left for some pack business, leaving me alone with the twins. Great. I grabbed a piece of toast from the kitchen and tried to eat, but my stomach was in knots. Then, just as I feared, Ryder strolled in, his presence filling the room like a storm cloud. “Morning, little lamb,” he said smoothly, reaching for the coffee pot. I ignored him. He chuckled. “Silent treatment, huh? Cute.” I tightened my grip on my toast, trying to control my temper. “What do you want, Ryder?” He sipped his coffee, watching me with amusement. “Who said I wanted anything?” I rolled my eyes and turned to leave. But i
Lily's POVThe next morning, I woke up with a pounding headache. Last night’s events replayed in my mind like a nightmare I couldn’t wake up from. Ryder’s threats, his kiss, the way he held my hair and sneered at me—it all made my stomach churn. I pushed myself out of bed, my body sore and exhausted. I glanced in the mirror. My eyes were red, proof that I had cried despite my vow not to. A knock on the door startled me. I froze, my heart racing. Was it Ryder again? “Lily? Are you awake?” It was Hunter. I let out a breath of relief but didn’t answer. I didn’t want to deal with him, not after last night. The door opened slightly, and he peeked inside. “I made breakfast. Thought you might want some.” I stared at him, confused. Why was he being so nice to me? Was this another game? “No, thanks,” I muttered, turning away. He sighed but didn’t leave. “Did Ryder come to your room last night?” My body stiffened. I kept my face neutral and shook my head. “No.” Hunter didn’t look conv
Lily's pov :I gasped when I fell into the water. I wasn't ready, and I inhaled a lungful of water.My eyes burned, and I struggled to get my head above water, coughing and choking.The next thing I knew, someone was pulling me out of the pool and into the air.I coughed hard, struggling to breathe.I felt the person holding me, and when I managed to clear the water from my eyes, I realized it was Hunter.He had an anxious look on his face, his dark brown eyes boring into mine."Are you okay?" he asked.I couldn't answer and was still coughing. I could barely stand on my own, my knees trembling from the shock."I shook my head, my chest tightening as I gasped for air.I didn't know what happened next, everything was a blur. All I remember is Hunter carrying me in his arms and taking me somewhere.He held me tightly against him, and I could feel his warm body through the cold wetness of my clothes.I didn't know how long it was till I could breathe normally again, but when I did, I was
Lilyanne's pov ; The first day of school had always scared me. And today is my first day at Silver Moon Academy. After picking up my schedule from the principal's office, I slipped out as quietly as I could, trying to make myself invisible in the hallways. This high school is a famous elite school for the werewolf community, and the idea alone of being out here terrifies me.If it weren't for Mom's current partner, Alpha Lucus, I wouldn't even be here. He is well-respected and his influence got me into this school. Still, no amount of influence could change the fact that I'm different. Very different. Unlike everyone else here, I don't have a wolf. Clutching my schedule tightly, I weaved through the crowded hallways while my heart pounded rapidly in my chest. The walls are lined with impressive banners and trophies, showing the school's legacy. I looked around but quickly lowered my face when I heard whispers. I pull my hoodie tighter around my face in hopes that it will shield m...
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