"You belong to me now." His voice was dark, possessive and dangerous. Trapped in a loveless, brutal marriage, she has spent years convincing herself she’s worthless. A Beta’s punching bag. A forgotten mate. A ghost in her own pack. Until he walks in—an Alpha from another land, all raw power and piercing golden eyes that see everything she’s been hiding. He doesn’t ask. He doesn’t wait. He takes one look at her and decides: She’s mine. Her husband won’t let her go. But the Alpha is willing to burn the whole damn world down to claim what’s his. 🔥 A dark, possessive werewolf romance full of passion, revenge, and a heroine who learns what it means to be wanted. 🔥
Lihat lebih banyakThe moonlight sliced through the tall arched windows like silver knives.I blinked up at the ceiling, my heart thrumming in my chest for reasons I couldn’t name.I hadn’t had a nightmare.But something had stirred me from sleep - something inside.It was like a faint echo in the back of my mind. A soft scratching sound, as if my wolf was trying to rise from a deep sleep and didn’t quite remember how.I sat up slowly, pressing a palm to my abdomen. My ribs still ached, but not like before. They were healing.I was healing.Silence wrapped around me like a second skin. My throat was dry.Swinging my legs out of bed, I padded across the room barefoot, pulling the soft blanket from the foot of the bed around my shoulders. I moved on instinct - down the stone steps, past the dim sconces lining the hall.The kitchen was quiet. Large. More elegant than I’d expected for a pack house. I found a glass, filled it with water, and took small sips as I leaned against the counter.That’s when I hear
Dorian POVShe looked at me with those wide, haunted eyes - and for a second, I forgot how to breathe.Not because she was beautiful. She was, in a quiet, understated way. But because of what I felt.The moment her wolf stirred, even briefly, the bond between her and that buried part of herself sent a ripple through the very air around her.And my wolf - Kael - responded like someone had struck a match."There she is", Kael growled deep inside my mind. "Faint... but there."I held still, watching Tessa as she blinked and tried to make sense of what she'd felt. Her lips parted, her breath quick and shaky, her fingers curling slightly like she was afraid the feeling might vanish.She had no idea how strong she truly was. Or how broken."She's not whole.""I know.""But she could be. With time."I didn’t answer right away. I wasn’t ready to admit what was clawing through me.It wasn’t just protectiveness. I’d felt that before - for packmates, for warriors, for Elara. This was different.
Tessa POV The morning came slowly.Soft light spilled through the unfamiliar windows, painting the wooden floor with gold. The forest outside whispered with wind and birdsong, so different from the tense silence of Callum’s cold mansion. Tessa lay still on the oversized guest bed, tucked into a nest of blankets she didn’t remember falling asleep under.Everything ached.Not just my body - but the strange, hollow spaces inside me. The ones that hadn’t felt warm in so long.A quiet knock broke the stillness.Before I could sit up, the door creaked open, and a young woman stepped into the room with a cautious smile. She looked vaguely familiar - those same golden eyes, a similar intensity to her presence, but softened, warmer.She carried a folded blanket under one arm and a small tray in the other."Hey," the woman said gently. "I didn’t mean to wake you. I’m Elara. Dorian’s sister."I blinked, sitting up a little straighter. The motion pulled at my ribs, but I didn’t wince. Not in fro
Tessa stood frozen, her wrist still held in Alpha Dorian’s grasp.His touch wasn’t cruel. It didn’t bruise. But it didn’t yield either.He stared at her in the moonlight, his golden eyes burning with a quiet authority that rattled her bones. There was no smugness in his face. No pity. Just that same calm certainty that made her feel both safer than she’d ever been - and more trapped than ever."You’re already mine."The words rang through her like a tether snapping tight."No," she whispered, though her voice betrayed the hesitation behind the word. "You can’t just claim me. I didn’t agree to anything...""You ran," he said simply, cutting her off. “From him. Toward me.”"I didn’t know you’d be here," I said, trying to twist out of his hold again. “I was running for myself.”"And yet,” he murmured, stepping closer, “here I am.”I hated the way my breath hitched. Hated the part of my wolf that stirred under his voice - not with fear, but with instinct. Recognition. Submission. Safety.
Tessa POVA heavy silence hung in the air.I didn’t breathe. No one did.Alpha Dorian’s voice still rang my her ears, cold and commanding:"You’ll hand her over."Callum stepped forward, his hand tightening like a vice around my arm.The air in the room shifted, thick with tension, as he turned to face Dorian fully. His posture was stiff, but his eyes sparked with fury - and fear."You forget yourself," Callum said, his voice sharp with the edge of desperation. "You’re a guest here. A visiting Alpha - not my Alpha. This is not your territory."The silence cracked. Gasps from the gathered pack members, a few barely concealed murmurs.My heart dropped into my stomach.Callum raised his chin, defiant. "By werewolf law, she is my wife. My mate. You have no right to interfere in our bond."Dorian didn’t move. He didn’t blink.But the pressure in the room intensified, a storm gathering behind golden eyes. His power radiated outward like a silent detonation, sending shivers down spines. Wolv
Tessa POVThe morning light was cruel.It filtered through the blinds like thin blades of gold, slicing across my skin, revealing every bruise he left behind. I moved slowly, my body stiff, aching from the night before - each movement a quiet reminder of how much I stopped feeling like a woman, like a person, and more like a thing to be hidden, controlled, used.The mirror was a liar.I stared at my reflection, dabbing concealer over the bluish bloom of a bruise just beneath her cheekbone. Another layer to hide the thin cut across my jaw. The one on my ribs - just beneath the edge of my dress - would remain unseen. I made sure of it. I always did.The room smelled like my lavender foundation and iron.I winced as I pulled my dress up over my shoulder. The deep burgundy fabric clung to me like a second skin - elegant, tailored, something any she-wolf would’ve been proud to wear to a formal meeting with an Alpha.But on me, it felt like armor. Thin, fragile, and barely covering the batt
Tessa POVI barely felt the cold night air as we stepped outside, my pulse still pounding from the dance.Dorian's touch still lingered on my skin, phantom heat seared into my memory. I could still feel him. The way he had held me - not like she was fragile, not like I was an object - but like I was someone he had already decided was his.A shudder ran through me. Not fear. Not entirely.Callum’s grip on my wrist was the opposite - crushing. Possessive in the worst way.He hadn’t spoken since dragging me away from the dance floor. But his silence was a promise.I glanced up at him, at the rigid line of his jaw, at the fury barely contained beneath his polished mask. He was waiting.Not here. Not in front of witnesses.But once they were alone?I swallowed hard, dread curling in my stomach.The guests behind them were still laughing, still dancing. The music carried through the crisp night air, mocking me with its lightness. A perfect night for everyone but her.My steps slowed.Maybe
Tessa POVI couldn’t breathe. Not because the room was too crowded, not because of the heavy perfume hanging in the air.It was him. Dorian.Even after he disappeared into the crowd, the weight of his gaze lingered. Something shifted inside me the moment ours eyes met. A crack in the fragile world I had built around myself.I shouldn’t have looked at him. I shouldn’t have let myself feel anything.But now? Now I was trembling.I clenched my fists, forcing myself to stand tall. It was just a moment. A glance. A fleeting interaction with an Alpha who held no significance in mylife. And yet… I felt marked.Branded by the memory of golden eyes that had seen through me.“Tessa.”The sharpness of my name pulled me back, Callum’s voice laced with irritation.Iturned just as he stepped in front of me, his fingers curling around my wrist. Not enough to bruise - yet. But the message was clear. Mine."Are you deaf?" he hissed, his voice low enough that no one else could hear. His thumb dug into
Tessa POVIt was sudden. A ripple in the air, thick with dominance. A pressure settling over the room, forcing conversations to stall and heads to turn toward the entrance.A presence entered. I didn’t need to look to know he was there. I felt him first.And when I did turn - when my gaze finally locked onto the man standing in the doorway - my world tilted.The Alpha.He was a shadow against the warm candlelight, broad shoulders and a chiseled form wrapped in an elegant black shirt that fit him like sin. He wasn’t just tall - he loomed, a force of nature wrapped in flesh.Midnight-dark hair, slightly tousled, as if he couldn’t be bothered to tame it. Sharp features, aristocratic yet rugged, like a warrior forged through war.But it was his eyes that stole the breath from my lungs. Molten gold, gleaming like a predator catching scent of his prey.And right now? He was looking at me.Heat crept up my spine, an unfamiliar sensation curling low in my stomach. It wasn’t fear. It was somet
Tessa POVThe water ran red.It trickled down my arms in thin, winding streams, spiraling along the curve of my wrists before vanishing into the drain. Steam curled around me, thick and suffocating, but I didn’t move. The scalding spray beat against my skin, raising angry welts where bruises had already begun to bloom.I braced my hands against the cold tiles, sucking in a sharp breath as pain flared through my ribs. He hadn’t held back tonight.I pressed my forehead against the wall, squeezing my eyes shut as memories of the last hour clawed at me.The way his fingers had dug into my arms, his breath reeking of whiskey as he hissed insults into my ear. The sharp crack of his palm across my cheek, the way I had crumpled to the floor without resistance. I never fought back anymore. Not when I knew it would only make it worse."You should be grateful I even keep you," Callum had sneered, looming over me. "A weak little thing like you would be nothing without me."I had stared at the flo...
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