Destined to be an Alpha heiress, she suffered immense loss in a tragic evening, the slaying of her family, the collapse of her pack, and her autonomy. Deprived of her strength and deceived by her destiny, she turns into a renegade, eventually getting seized by a harsh Alpha who was meant to safeguard her. He was her fated mate, but he turned her away ruthlessly, labeling her as weak and unworthy to have him after using her. She is left battered and shattered to struggle. She promises to rise from the ruins and regain her heritage. However, her journey to redemption takes an unforeseen twist when she is sold to the greatest rival of her mate, a sly Alpha who is intent on using her as a weapon against her fated mate unknown to her. With secrets revealing and alliances changing, she finds herself at the heart of a lethal power conflict, caught between vengeance and the murmurs of an inescapable connection. She is left to face two choices and which will she choose? Will she allow her history to shape her or will she create a new fate for herself? In a realm of treachery, pain and regret, there are taboo passions and hidden babies which leaves love a perilous pursuit. And now, the stakes are higher than they have ever been.
View MoreTime kind of just stopped.Her wrists were tied, her body opened and her head filled with sentiments he had no aptitude to untangle. The mate's pull struck her hard like the tide that took her breath with it, instantly. Not my wolf, her heart leapt up in rapture, a little spark in desperate despair the ignition lit.Mate.Ryland's body was still tense, pressed against her as the realization settled over him too. His emerald eyes flashed wide for a moment, the usually unshakeable Alpha looking truly stunned. But shock quickly twisted into something darker, his face hardening as his wolf howled inside him, clawing for her."No," he growled low, the venom in his voice so that his lips curled at the corners in a snarl. His hands tightened on her hips, holding her still. "No, this isn't possible."Her lips parted, shaking, her voice a barely heard whisper. "What. what do you mean?".Anger and denial blazed in his eyes as they seemed to bore into hers. "You," he spat, "are not my mate."Tea
He traced the scent to this room, the room where the rogue was kept, he was shocked at first, but something uncontrollable pushed him to go in. The creaking door groaned open and shattered the smothering quiet of the lower quarters into a million pieces. Stirring from her fitful slumber, her body stretched taut with exhaustion, her brain clouded with fear. The footsteps in the space echoed deliberately and slowly; a predator closing in on his target.Her heart quickened with his looming presence. She huddled in a ball, clasping her knees tight to her chest, her chains clanking at the grim reminder of her very vulnerability. She didn't need to look up and was surrounded by his scent: cedar and dark spice that spoke volumes through the air as her wolf stirred in both alarm and unwilling fascination.Ryland stood there, his emerald eyes glowing in the dim light as they locked on her. His face was impassive, unreadable, yet behind his stoic façade, there was a flicker of something almost
The deathly silence of the lower quarters was choking, though well-acquainted with the fact. Cold stone walls pressed upon her, poor light reflected from one solitary bulb overhead, water somewhere far away dripping constant burble; it seemed the world shrank herself and her thoughts alone.She drew her knees up to her chest, her hazel eyes staring into the dimness. With the rough handling she'd gotten, her body did ache, but way inside, that was where it hurt.It sounded like the words of the Alpha still echoed in her head."Weak. Pitiful."She gritted her teeth, the memory of his smirk making her chest tighten. He had dismissed her like she was nothing, just another rogue who didn’t deserve to live. But she wasn’t nothing. She had survived.Her nails pierced into her palms as a wave of anger flowed through her. "He does not know the things I've been through. What I have lost."Again, the flutter of her parents' faces danced across her mind, and the sting in her eyes was old news. Sh
Cold and damp, the air from the lower quarters wrapped her around like a wet cloak, clinging and choking her. She sat on the floor, leaning her back against the cold stone, her arms still burning to the joints from the drag. Her eyes were wide and staring ahead, her mind racing.He had called her a stray, thrown her aside like she was nothing. The emerald eyes that cut and the mocking smirk were burnt into her mind as her chest heaved to contain the feeling. What hurt most was the helplessness cloaking her like a second skin: so much struggle to survive, yet here she was locked up in the dungeon of the man who thought her no better than a weak rogue.Her hands had curled into fists. She would have liked to cry and scream, demanding answers, but none would come. Instead, she pressed her forehead to her knees, making herself think. What now?Above her, in the great halls of the mansion, Ryland moved with the assurance of a man who owned the world. At his side, his fiancée Serena walked,
The chill of the ropes had torn at her wrists as she was dragged along by the men, stumbling with her feet on uneven ground. She couldn't see anything. The blindfold around her eyes blocked out every little speck of light. Every step was compelled by harsh grips that kept her up while her body fought its exhaustion and fear."Move," one of them growled, pushing her forward.She breathed laboriously, her heart against her rib cage. She had no idea where they were taking her, but something in the way they talked about "the Alpha" twisted her gut. She had heard of men like him, powerful, ruthless, and untouchable. Men who thrive on the suffering of others, who think of people like her no more than as tools or toys.The journey was long, and her senses heightened in the absence of sight. She felt the shift from the damp forest floor to cold stone, the air growing cooler and carrying a faint metallic tang. A door creaked open, and she was shoved inside."Stay here," one of the men said, em
The forest became a prison.She didn't know how she had made it out, only that she had. They caught her once, and the only defenses left to her had been the fight in her kicks, scratch of her nails, and sinking of teeth. In the tumult of confusion, a gap appeared, and with those legs that carried her away, running as if her life depended upon it because indeed it had.But the forest offered little solace. Her triumph was short-lived, replaced by the crushing reality of her situation. Days blurred into the night as she wandered, a shadow of herself.The once proud Alpha heiress was no more than a rogue, a creature of the wild.Her world shrunk to the bare essentials: food, water, shelter. She chewed on bitter fruits that made her stomach churn, and drank rainwater collected in leaves or puddles. At night, she curled up on the damp ground as the cold seeped into her bones.Hollow, she felt; her soul being wrenched off her, so fast, alongside her pack. It was painful with every gasping f
The air was heavy with acrid smoke and blood. Fire licked the sky, casting an unearthly glow upon the ruined clearing. Eyes wide in disbelief, Hazel stood rigid at the edge of what used to be her home.There was no more Hibiscus Pack.She clutched at the edge of a tree, her nails digging into the bark, as shallow gasps escaped from her mouth. Among the carnage lay her parents. Her father, the Alpha, had crumpled at the steps to the pack house, his powerful body drained of life, his chest slickens with crimson. The slight form of his wife was crumpled beside him, sprawled in a way that even in death seemed to reach for the last touch of her husband's side.The attackers moved with swift, deadly efficiency, faces covered in dark hoods, growls and orders lost within crackling wood to wails of pack mates too slow to attempt an escape. Her legs just about went from under her as if to buckle. This wasn't happening.Her home, her family, her whole world destroyed. Why? How have things turned
The air was heavy with acrid smoke and blood. Fire licked the sky, casting an unearthly glow upon the ruined clearing. Eyes wide in disbelief, Hazel stood rigid at the edge of what used to be her home.There was no more Hibiscus Pack.She clutched at the edge of a tree, her nails digging into the bark, as shallow gasps escaped from her mouth. Among the carnage lay her parents. Her father, the Alpha, had crumpled at the steps to the pack house, his powerful body drained of life, his chest slickens with crimson. The slight form of his wife was crumpled beside him, sprawled in a way that even in death seemed to reach for the last touch of her husband's side.The attackers moved with swift, deadly efficiency, faces covered in dark hoods, growls and orders lost within crackling wood to wails of pack mates too slow to attempt an escape. Her legs just about went from under her as if to buckle. This wasn't happening.Her home, her family, her whole world destroyed. Why? How have things turned...
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