Evelyn once stood at the pinnacle of power as the daughter of the Alpha King, a revered princess destined for greatness within the Blood Moon Pack. But her world crumbled when she gave everything—her throne, her family, her honor—for the man she thought was her mate. Gabriel, once her beacon of hope, betrayed her at every turn, casting her into the shadows as he lavished his love on another. Now, two years after fleeing an arranged marriage, Evelyn finds herself nothing more than a servant in the pack she once ruled, humiliated by the man who should have been her greatest ally. But when the pack is torn apart by a brutal attack and the truth of her family’s past resurfaces, Evelyn is thrust into a dangerous new reality. Dalton, the enigmatic Alpha she once defied, claims her with a cold, unyielding grip, and her life is forever changed. She is forced to confront her deepest fears and unearth the strength buried beneath years of betrayal. As enemies close in and the pack struggles to survive, Evelyn must navigate treacherous alliances, fight for her place, and ultimately embrace the power she never wanted—but now cannot escape. The war for the throne has begun, and the question is no longer whether Evelyn will survive, but whether she will rise to claim what is rightfully hers.
View MoreDalton’s POVPain sat heavy in my body, but the rage burned deeper. I sat in my office, my back stiff against the chair, my hands gripping the armrests so tight my knuckles turned white. Every breath sent a sharp ache through my stomach, but I ignored it.I had bigger problems.I had sneaked, I couldn't stay bedridden while Gabriel lurked around getting ready to strike once more.He was gone. Someone had helped him escape. And last night, another attempt had been made to poison the pack’s food supply.Josh stood in front of my desk, arms crossed, his expression tight. Across from him, Evelyn stood near the fireplace, her arms wrapped around herself, her brows furrowed.She hadn’t left my side since I woke up.And I didn’t know if that made things better or worse."Tell me again," I said, my voice low, controlled.Josh exhaled. "We checked the cell again. No signs of forced entry. Someone with access had to have unlocked the door.""Do we have names?"Josh shook his head. "Not yet. But
Dalton’s POVThe walls felt like they were closing in. I had just let Gabriel go and that was going to cost me everything.The pack. Our safety. And Evelyn.No, I couldn't let him get away with everything, he had done so much whilst in the cell and now that he was out? Who knows what he could do next.His ally was still out here in our midst and that was the scariest thing ever. The room was warm, the candlelight flickering gently, the bed beneath me soft—but it all felt wrong.I wasn’t supposed to be here. Lying in a bed. Weak. Helpless.I should be out there. Hunting Gabriel. Tearing him apart for what he did.Instead, I was trapped. My body betrayed me, too weak to move without feeling like I’d been ripped open all over again.Evelyn was still sitting beside me, her fingers wrapped around mine, her grip firm.She hadn’t left my side.A part of me wanted to pull away again. To tell her to go, to stop looking at me with that mixture of worry and quiet strength.But another part of me
****Unknown POV****The shackles had been on me for too long. The cold bite of metal against my wrists, the damp scent of the dungeon, the flickering torches that barely lit the stone walls—I had memorized it all.This place was meant to break me.They thought I was defeated.They thought a few chains and a locked door could hold me.Fools.I was done giving them chances to let me free.My patience was already worn out.Tonight I was breaking out no matter what.I sat motionless, waiting in the shadows of my cell.Silent.Patient.The guard outside was careless. His steps followed a steady rhythm—one, two, three—turn.One, two, three—turn.I had watched him for days now and had memorized his actions.They were in fact too predictable.His steps were consistent.I counted them.I waited.Then, the second he turned his back to me, I moved.The chain around my right wrist was already loose. I had spent days weakening it, shifting the bolt, little by little, until all it needed was one ha
*Evelyn's POV***Dalton carried me out from the forest and into our home, straight to his room.Not mine.His.The packhouse halls were quiet at this hour, but if anyone saw him storming through with me in his arms, they didn’t say a word. Maybe it was the tension in his shoulders, the dark storm in his eyes, or the way his grip on me was possessive yet careful at the same time.I wasn’t sure why I let him.Maybe because I was exhausted. Maybe because I knew he wasn’t going to leave me alone tonight. Or maybe—just maybe—because I wanted to be here.Dalton kicked open the door to his room and placed me down gently on his bed."Stay," he ordered, his voice low and rough.I raised a brow. "Not like I can go anywhere."His glare was sharp, but it softened as his eyes trailed down to my ankle. He crouched beside the bed, fingers brushing against my skin as he inspected the swelling."You could’ve broken something," he muttered, shaking his head. "That was reckless, Evelyn."I smirked. "Wou
***Evelyn's POV***Pain.It was the first thing I felt when I woke up. Sharp, throbbing, unrelenting. My body ached all over, my head was pounding, and my ankle throbbed with a dull, burning pain.I groaned, forcing my eyes open. Darkness.I wasn’t in my bed.I wasn’t even in the packhouse.My rib gave me a sharp pain as I tried to move and dirt crumbled beneath my fingers, it was then I realized—I had fallen into a pit.I remembered it all now.The chase. The assassin. The way he had jumped out through the window, me following him out and crashing—The fall.I was down in a shallow pit but too wounded to get myself out. What if he still lingered around.I mean the assassin.I needed to see who he was but not in this state, though.I had just one option, sit still here quietly till morning or go out and risk getting killed this time by him.Something told me the assassin was different from the traitor in the pack.He didn't come from within to attack but from outside, that means Gabri
***Evelyn's POV***I was tired of countless tolls of death. Tired of watching wolves collapse from poisoned food. Tired of burying packmates who didn’t deserve to die. Tired of the fear in their eyes every time another body was found. Tired of everyone living in fear, unsure if who was the traitor and suspecting each other.Josh had just killed a pack member who moved suspiciously, according to him. I had noticed the movement too and had followed Derek but josh was already ahead of me and before I could stop him.He killed him. I was tired of waiting. When does all this end? Dalton was trying the best he could. He was doing everything he could to find the traitor, to protect the pack, but it wasn’t enough. More wolves were dying every day, and we were no closer to stopping it.One trouble to the other, first it was the food poison. Then wolves killing themselves out of frustration. It was exhausting. There was only one person who had the answers.And he was sitting in a cell, laughing
***Josh's POV***The scent of fear and guilt clung to the air like rotting flesh. I had been watching Evelyn all day, her eyes kept going to Derek, an ordinary pack member.And I became suspicious too. He was acting quite strange. Unlike his usual self. The way he avoided eye contact, the way his hands trembled whenever someone mentioned the food poisoning. He was hiding something. I could feel it.And I knew Evelyn could feel it too. She was wise and emotionally strong. But I needed to catch him by myself first. And then, as the sun started to set, he tried to sneak off.That was all the proof I needed. I followed him, moving through the trees, my wolf restless beneath my skin. Derek kept glancing over his shoulder, like he knew someone was on his trail. Like he knew he was guilty.Coward.He reached the edge of the trees, and I moved faster, stepping in front of him before he could run.His eyes widened in panic."J-Josh—" I grabbed him by the throat and slammed him against the near
***Evelyn's POV***The scent of burning grain filled the air, thick and suffocating. The pack warriors had set fire to the food storage as ordered, but it didn’t feel like a victory. It felt like a loss.Smoke curled into the sky, dark against the morning light. Wolves stood around in stunned silence, watching their only food supply turn to ash. The flames crackled loudly, consuming everything.Dalton stood at the front, his expression unreadable, but I could feel the weight pressing down on him. He had just made a drastic decision—one that could either save the pack or doom it.I clenched my fists. The traitor had done this, knowing we’d have no choice but to destroy everything. They wanted to weaken us. And worst of all, they were still out there.Watching.Waiting.I turned to Dalton, my chest tight with anger. "Whoever did this won’t stop here. They’re trying to break you."Dalton’s jaw tightened, his hands clenched at his sides. "Then I’ll find them before they get the chance."H
***Dalton's POV***A loud scream shattered the early morning silence. I bolted as I sat up so fast my head spun. My wolf bristled inside me, sensing danger. More cries followed, echoing through the packhouse. The sound of running footsteps, frantic voices, and something else—something that made my stomach clench in fear.Suffering.Beside me, suddenly Evelyn stirred from my movement on the bed, her brows furrowing as she sat up. "Dalton… what’s happening?"I didn’t answer. I was already pushing off the bed, grabbing a shirt, and yanking it over my head.My instincts screamed at me to move. Evelyn was right behind me as I rushed toward the door, her bare feet barely making a sound against the wooden floor.The moment I stepped outside, my breath caught in my throat. The courtyard was chaos. Wolves ran back and forth, some carrying others, some shouting for help. The scent of blood, sickness, and fear thickened the air. My stomach twisted as I watched a warrior collapse onto the groun
I covered my mouth with both hands, desperate to keep my sobs from escaping, even as my entire body trembled. From the kitchen, I could hear Isabel’s giggles, light and teasing, followed by a low moan that made my stomach churn.“Oh my God, Gaby... yes,” her voice cooed, sickly sweet.“Yes, baby,” Gabriel’s voice rasped, each word cutting through me like shards of glass. “Ride my dck just like that.”I couldn’t take it. The bile rising in my throat, the ache in my chest—I couldn’t endure another second. I stumbled back from the doorway, heart pounding so loudly it drowned out the sound of my hurried steps. My mate. My so-called mate.Once again, Gabriel was with her, and I knew what awaited me the next morning—another scar, not on my skin but on my heart, carving itself deeper. He would come to me, throw a cursory excuse my way, and continue his betrayal as if the mate bond between us meant nothing.“Why me, Goddess?” I whispered, my voice breaking as I clung to the wall for support. ...
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