"Tell me you’re mine." "And if I don’t?" "Then I’ll make you say it." Ivy Blackwood thought she had outrun her past. She built a new life, buried the pain, and swore never to let another Alpha break her. But when the ruthless Alpha King, Leo Ashton, sets his sights on her, resisting him becomes impossible. He’s dominant, possessive, and everything she should run from—but the way he touches her makes her crave more. Just as she begins to surrender, the mate who once rejected her returns, determined to claim what he threw away. Now, Ivy is trapped between two powerful Alphas—one who shattered her and one who could own her. But Ivy isn’t the weak girl they remember. She’s done being a prize to be fought over. This time, she’ll make the rules.
View MoreIvy’s POVMy eyes snapped open, my chest rising and falling frantically. A dim glow flickered above me, casting shadows along the stone walls. My breath hitched as I realized I couldn’t move. Cold metal encased my wrists, the chains rattling softly as I struggled. The ridiculous outfit I had been forced into still clung to my skin like an insult. Panic gripped me, but before I could fully process my situation, the door creaked open. A woman stepped inside. My breath caught in my throat almost immediately.She was stunning—otherworldly. Curls of pure white cascaded down her shoulders, glowing in the faint light. Her eyes, a vibrant shade of green, gleamed like a forest after a fresh rain. Every part of her radiated an ethereal beauty, but there was something else—something almost… sorrowful. I swallowed hard. “Excuse me?” I rasped. “Can you help me out of this?” The woman didn’t react. She wasn’t even looking at me. Instead, her gaze was fixed on a small wooden table besi
Lila’s POVDarkness swallowed me whole.The wind howled in my ears as I fell, my body twisting, weightless in the abyss. My screams were silent, lost in the void. I reached out, desperate for something—anything—to grab onto, but there was nothing. Just the endless fall, the cold air biting into my skin.Then—I hit the ground.Pain exploded through my body, my bones rattling from the impact. But the surface beneath me wasn’t solid—it was wet. Warm.I gasped, my hands sinking into a thick, viscous liquid. My breath hitched. The scent hit me first. Metallic. Sharp.Blood.It was everywhere.I scrambled up, my fingers coated in red, my gown soaked through. The entire floor—no, the entire room—was drenched in it, seeping from the walls, pooling in the corners, dripping from the ceiling in slow, deliberate drops.Drip. Drip. Drip.I trembled, my heart pounding against my ribs as I staggered backward. My breath came in sharp, panicked gasps. This couldn’t be real. It wasn’t real.A hallucin
Lila’s POVThe night air was crisp, the city stretching out beneath me in a sea of golden lights. Colorado had been a good choice. No responsibilities, no stress—just endless luxury. Exactly what I deserved. It was so easy to become Aria. To take her place. My mind suddenly raced to that morning when I was supposed to travel. The night before, my father and uncle had stormed into my room. Leo had discovered that I wasn’t Ivy, and I had to think fast. I made up a lie. I told them that Leo had cheated on me with someone named Isabella, that he was furious because I had found out and was threatening to ruin me if I didn’t come back to him. I made myself sound terrified, my voice breaking as I clutched my throat. It helped that his imprints were still there, dark bruises forming along my skin. Richard and Marcus were beyond furious and vowed that they would have him arrested for trespassing and assaulting me.I painted him as an obsessive psychopath. And of course, they belie
Ivy’s POVPain.It was the first thing I felt as I slipped back into consciousness, my body aching from head to toe. The weight around my throat burned, the collar digging into my skin like a brand of ownership. I didn’t want to be owned. I didn’t want to be anyone’s.My head pounded, my limbs heavy and unresponsive. Darkness still surrounded me, but I could sense the presence of others. Watching. Waiting.I forced my eyes open.A dimly lit chamber greeted me—stone walls, damp and cold. A throne sat at the far end of the room, and on it, the king lounged, golden eyes gleaming with satisfaction.He was waiting for me.I clenched my jaw. My wolf stirred faintly inside me, weak, barely there. Whatever magic that bound me was suffocating her.I looked down. I was wearing a flowing black garment that draped around me, the dark fabric swaying with every subtle movement. Real flowers adorned the fabric—delicate yet striking black roses, their petals velvety and deep as the night. The sight
Ivy's POV Nyxara?Who the hell is that? And why is he so sure I was her?The name sent a shudder through my very bones. It felt foreign yet familiar, like a song I had once known but long forgotten. The king chuckled, as if he could sense the shift inside me. “Ah… you don’t remember, do you?” He brushed a strand of silver fur from my face, his grip tightening for just a moment. “But your blood does. Your soul does.” His grin was sharp, victorious. “And soon, I will make you remember everything.”I whimpered, desperately willing my wolf to rise, to fight, or at the very least, to shift back into my human form. But my body refused to obey. I was trapped—helpless within my own skin. He watched me tremble, amusement flickering in his golden eyes. With a slow, mocking tsk, he shook his head.“Did you really think I wasn’t prepared for something like this?” His voice was soft, dangerous. "That collar around your neck—oh, you didn’t notice?" Collar? I tried to shift, to shake, b
Ivy's POV I kicked. I thrashed. I screamed.Nothing worked.The man who carried me was an immovable force. His grip was like steel, his strength effortless.I tried to wriggle free from his shoulder as I dangled, hitting his back with as much force as I could muster. But there was no reaction from him. He carried me effortlessly, his grip unyielding, and let out a victorious growl as if he had just claimed his prize. I pleaded within myself for something—anything—to help me escape. A transformation, a sudden surge of strength… but fate was not on my side today. It has never been.From how he held me, I could see that we had already left the forest and reached the clearing of the pack. He strode forward, taking an unfamiliar path and stepping into a long, dimly lit corridor. The sound of an oak door creaking open sent a chill down my spine. Then—thump!He dropped me onto the cold floor before turning sharply and walking away, his footsteps fading as the heavy door slammed shut.
Ivy's POV From the moment we were thrown into their dungeons, the sun became nothing more than a distant memory. Days bled into nights, swallowed whole by the suffocating darkness. Time lost all meaning in this cold, damp cell, where the only light came from the flickering torches the guards carried when they came to drag us to our labor. Every morning since I arrived, the routine had been the same—wake up before dawn, get dragged out of the filthy cell, and work until exhaustion consumed me. The guards didn’t care if we were weak, tired, or sick. To them, we were nothing but slaves. The stench of sweat and decay had become a part of me. At first, it made me gag, but after a week, I had learned to endure it. The other prisoners—women like me, broken but still breathing—were no different. We scrubbed floors, carried heavy loads, and endured the humiliation of being less than human in the eyes of this ancient pack. I had never spoken to one of them directly, but I had watched.
Lila barely held back a smirk as soon as those words came out of Richard's mouth. Before she could say anything, Ivy's phone rang. Lila looked down. It was Leo Ashton. Her breath caught in her throat as panic surged through her. She quickly glanced up, her face rattled with pretend fear, and held the phone up to Richard. His face darkened instantly, his expression tightening with rage. Without hesitation, he snatched the phone from her hand. "Look here, Mr. Ashton," he barked into the receiver, his voice laced with fury. "I respect you as a respectable voice in the corporate world, but don't test my patience. Stay away from my daughter!" He ended the call abruptly and dropped the phone onto the table with a sharp thud. The tension in the room was thick, suffocating. "You are leaving for Colorado first thing tomorrow morning," he announced coldly. "Your uncle and I have made preparations. One of the maids is packing your bags as we speak." Lila forced herself to remain com
Lila’s POVAs soon as I stepped into the almighty mansion where Aria had been living, I inhaled sharply. It was beyond magnificent. Every glistening surface, every polished detail screamed wealth, power, and privilege—things I had been denied my entire life. My fingers itched to touch everything, to claim it as my own. But I held back. I couldn't afford to let my excitement slip. I am Ivy now. A strong, reassuring hand squeezed my shoulder, and I turned to face the man who had unknowingly brought a viper into his home. "I'm sorry your uncle and I are late. I promise you that monster won’t ever come near you, okay?" Richard, Ivy’s so-called father, whispered before pulling me into a warm embrace. I nodded, allowing my body to relax against him. How ironic. He had no idea the real monster was right here in his arms. Ivy’s uncle, however, wasn’t as sentimental. He stormed off, his expression grim, disappearing down the hallway. Richard shot him a worried look before turning back
Aria’s POVThe morning sun barely peeked through the small, grimy window of my cramped bedroom—a glorified storage closet, really. I sat up on the thin mattress and rubbed my eyes, the sound of my mother’s voice already ringing from downstairs.“Aria! Are you going to sleep all day?” Her words were laced with annoyance, the familiar edge that made me dread getting up each morning. “Get down here and start the breakfast. Lila has a busy day, and I won’t have her waiting on you.”Taking a steadying breath, I pulled on the faded sweater and jeans I’d worn the day before. They were the only clothes I owned, all hand-me-downs from Lila. Nothing new, nothing truly mine. Everything about my life was a reflection of how little I mattered.As I entered the kitchen, my mother’s eyes flicked over me, a look of disappointment flashing in them, as if even the sight of me was a reminder of something she'd rather forget. I moved to the stove and started scrambling eggs, my hands moving automatically...
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