Harper's life after the death of her parents can only be described as bad at the hands of her siblings. But things seemed to change for the better for her until her mate, the future alpha of her pack, Oliver Mane, rejected her after discovering they were mates. With no other option, she leaves for the Highlands, only to find out she was pregnant with triplets for Oliver after a one-night fling. Years later, the wonderful life she had set up for herself gets destroyed by the kidnapping of her children, forcing her back to a world she had given up. In this story charged with rejection, betrayal, and second chances, how will Harper navigate this steamy problem she has found herself? How will she save her children when she doesn't even know where they are? How will she deal with those who seek to use her children for their selfish agendas? Will she be able to get there in time before she loses her children forever? And she reunites with her past love after he rejects her and tosses her out? Find out only in this book, which promises to hold you spell-bound to the very end.
View MoreHarper's POV"Hey! Bar girl, get me another bottle of beer." Cain slurred from his table, his voice thick with alcohol and entitlement.He was a regular at the bar and also a chronic drunk. The thought of serving him filled me with dread, as he was notorious for harassing the bar tenders. Most had quit to avoid dealing with his obnoxious behavior. But I had to push through it. I had been trying to avoid him, but it seemed my luck had run out today.My stomach churned with reluctance as I slowly made my way over to him. My nerves were on edge, but I kept my face neutral to avoid confrontation. As I handed him the beer and popped the cap, I forced a smile. "Here you go," I said through clenched teeth, trying to keep it professional."Good girl." His words were like daggers, and I could barely suppress the disgust that surged within me. His unwashed body, the alcohol, and the stench of sweat mixed together in a nauseating cocktail. I had to look away to keep from gagging, and I quickly t
Harper's POV"I don't need a mate," Oliver said as he stood up and began putting on his clothes."What?" I froze, my body still pressed against the soft sheets of the bed. My heart was pounding, a sudden heaviness in my chest as I attempted to get off the bed as well."You can't be serious, right?" I whispered, my voice barely a breath, disbelief and confusion swarming my mind."You heard me right," he said coldly, his back turned as he dressed. The words hit me like a physical blow, the sting of rejection searing through my chest. The look on his face told me everything—I wasn’t just hearing things, he meant it. And that reality was almost too painful to face."What do you mean by that?" I asked, my voice trembling slightly, unsure if he was joking or if he was serious. The confusion only deepened, my mind a whirl of emotions. Could he really mean this? After everything we shared?"What were you thinking? Did you think this was a consummation of love? If I knew the moment I slept wit
Oliver's POVOver the past couple of days since I brought Harper to my home, I had endured endless scrutiny from some of my pack members who had caught wind of her presence. Their curious glances and whispered judgments lingered wherever I went. "How is she doing?" Matt, my closest friend and future beta, asked casually, though his smirk betrayed his genuine interest."Who are you talking about?" I replied, feigning ignorance, even as unease settled in my chest."Ahhh!" Matt exclaimed, throwing an arm around my neck as we walked back toward the house after a quick swim in the lake. His carefree demeanor clashed with the tension I felt brewing inside. "Do you really want to play that game now? Even though I haven’t seen her, I know you’ve got someone in there." He gestured toward my house, his teasing tone grating against my nerves. I sighed, my irritation bubbling to the surface. "Alright, fine. I may be living with Harper at the moment, but that doesn’t mean she’s my girlfriend o
Oliver's POV"What is this? Am I hearing that I won't lead this pack unless I get a Luna?" My voice was edged with frustration as I stared at my father, barely able to contain my annoyance. "You heard well, son," he replied nonchalantly, pouring himself another shot of brandy as if this conversation didn’t carry the weight of my future. Could he be any more insensitive? He knew how much my failed relationship with Clara had gutted me. Yet here he was, demanding that I throw myself into another situation that could potentially destroy me again. "But you already know what I went through the last time I had one," I said, my voice quieter now, tinged with desperation as I tried to appeal to whatever sympathy he might have left. "For crying out loud, not every female werewolf out there is like your ex," he snapped, his tone cutting through me like a blade. My frustration boiled over. "How many times are we going to have this conversation, Dad?" "As long as you remain thick-h
Harper's POV"Where is she?" I yelled at my brother, Steve, as he ran out in search of me. My voice trembled slightly, betraying the storm of emotions roiling inside me. Anger, fear, and exhaustion battled for dominance. "I don't know," replied my sister, Esther, coming from the back of the house. She sounded irritated, but her furrowed brow betrayed her own worry. "I can't find her either." They were frustrated—I could sense it, but their concern wasn’t born of love or care. No, it was control. That thought burned through me like acid, hardening my resolve. "This has gone further than an ordinary prank," said Steve. His voice was low, almost casual, but the underlying edge of irritation made my stomach twist. What? He thinks this is a prank? A bitter laugh bubbled up in my chest, but I bit it back. Think again, brother. I shrank farther into the shadows, clutching my bag tightly. I couldn’t let them find me. Not now. "She couldn't have gone far. Where else could she possi
Harper's POV"Where is she?" I yelled at my brother, Steve, as he ran out in search of me. My voice trembled slightly, betraying the storm of emotions roiling inside me. Anger, fear, and exhaustion battled for dominance. "I don't know," replied my sister, Esther, coming from the back of the house. She sounded irritated, but her furrowed brow betrayed her own worry. "I can't find her either." They were frustrated—I could sense it, but their concern wasn’t born of love or care. No, it was control. That thought burned through me like acid, hardening my resolve. "This has gone further than an ordinary prank," said Steve. His voice was low, almost casual, but the underlying edge of irritation made my stomach twist. What? He thinks this is a prank? A bitter laugh bubbled up in my chest, but I bit it back. Think again, brother. I shrank farther into the shadows, clutching my bag tightly. I couldn’t let them find me. Not now. "She couldn't have gone far. Where else could she possi
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