Connor’s POV
The grand hall loomed dark and tense as I was shoved through the heavy double doors, the distant murmurs of shocked guests echoing behind me. The slam of the doors echoed like a judge’s gavel—final, damning, and absolute. Lila’s sharp heels clicked against the stone as she caught up to me. “What the hell was that?” she hissed, her voice laced with fury. “You embarrassed me, Connor! Like a rabid animal.” I didn’t answer. Couldn’t. My chest heaved as I fought to steady my breathing, every muscle in my body taut with the rage I couldn’t shake. My hands still curled into fists at my sides, the image of Ivy—no, Aria—burned into my mind. The way she looked at me tonight, her defiance and strength radiating in a way I’d never seen before, had torn through every wall I’d built. The girl I had rejected… The girl I had broken. “Connor!” Lila’s voice rose, cutting through my spiraling thoughts. She grabbed my arm, yanking it roughly. “Are you even listening to me? What was that in there? Why did you go after her like that?” I wrenched my arm out of her grasp. “Leave me alone, Lila,” I snapped, my voice cold, bitter. She staggered back a step, stunned at the sharpness of my tone. I didn’t care. I couldn’t—because my mind was somewhere else entirely. Ivy. No. Aria. The name didn’t suit her, not really. Aria was delicate—like the sound of music in the middle of silence. She used to be small, fragile, like glass on the edge of breaking. My Aria. But tonight, when I looked at her, she wasn’t fragile anymore. She wasn’t small or broken. She was fire—unrelenting and untouchable. She stood tall and proud, wrapped in the strength of her own defiance. I saw no trace of the girl who had once looked up at me with those wide, tear-streaked eyes, begging for an answer I couldn’t give. I had done what was right. I told myself that over and over again. I had to do it—for the pack, for my title, for the responsibility that weighed on me from the moment I was born. An Alpha couldn’t take a mate like her. An outcast. A murderer. Her blood was tainted, or so they said. What kind of Alpha would I have been if I’d accepted her? But looking at her tonight, I didn’t see the outcast I had rejected. I didn’t see the stain on my reputation or the burden to my title. I didn’t see the shame my pack had drilled into me from childhood. I saw the woman I had thrown away. And it killed me. “You’re pathetic,” Lila muttered under her breath, her arms crossed as she glared at me. “All that power, and you can’t keep it together over a girl. Over her!” I whipped around, a growl rising in my throat. “Watch your mouth.” Her eyes widened at my tone, but she smirked anyway, twisting the knife deeper. “Do you think she’ll take you back, Connor? After what you did? Please. You rejected her like garbage. And look at her now—she’s moved on. Found someone stronger than you. Someone better.” The words hit like a punch to the gut. I didn’t need Lila to tell me that. I saw it with my own damn eyes. Her fiancé. His presence had been suffocating, a predator stalking its prey with no hesitation, no fear. For the first time, I had been the one cowering, my wolf curling in on itself beneath the weight of his power. And the way Ivy—Aria—had looked at him… It destroyed me. Because she used to look at me like that. With trust. With hope. I staggered back until my shoulders hit the cold stone wall. My breath left me in a shudder, and I sank down to the ground, unable to keep my legs from buckling. I had done what was right. I rejected her for the title, for the pack. For a future that meant nothing without her in it. And yet, even knowing that I had shattered her, that I had walked away when she needed me most, I could still see her face from that day. The raw pain in her eyes as she clutched her chest, like she could physically feel the mate bond snapping. I had watched it break. Every day since, I’d felt that regret clawing at me, festering in the shadows of my mind, eating away at the edges of my pride. “Connor,” Lila snapped, her voice sharp and grating. “Get up. You’re embarrassing yourself.” I ignored her. All I could think about was Aria—how small and broken she had been that day. And how strong she was now. She didn’t need me anymore. But, God help me, I still needed her. “Aria’s not yours,” Lila said softly, but her words carried venom. “You rejected her. And now you’re letting some stranger—” “That wasn’t a stranger,” I interrupted, my voice low and cold. “Whatever he is…he’s not human. And he’s not exactly like us.” Lila blinked. “What are you talking about?” I stopped pacing, my mind racing, the humiliation twisting into something darker. I had seen a lot in my life—rogues, alphas stronger than me, wolves who could break bone with a single snarl—but nothing, compared to what I felt back in that room. The man’s presence had been monstrous, predatory. Like something ancient. Something that didn’t belong. “Didn’t you feel it?” I muttered, more to myself than to her. “That power? He made my wolf cower, Lila. He made me cower.” “Connor…” She scoffed, stepping closer to me, her voice dripping with condescension. “You’re losing it. You embarrassed yourself in there. Ivy has moved on. He’s just some—” “He’s not just some man!” I roared, spinning to face her. My shout echoed through the hallway, making her flinch. My wolf surged forward, clawing at my control, desperate to remind her—to remind everyone—of who I was. But as quickly as my anger exploded, it ebbed into a suffocating bitterness. I sank against the wall, staring blankly ahead. “Aria’s mine,” I whispered hoarsely, my voice trembling. “Mate pull or not. Rejection or not. I’ll tear apart anyone who thinks otherwise.” Lila’s laugh was sharp, brittle. “You’re pathetic.” I didn’t look at her as I spoke, the words coming out like a vow. “If he’s not one of us, then he’s something worse. Something dangerous. And I’ll find out what he is. I’ll rip him apart piece by piece if I have to.” Lila’s face contorted with frustration, her voice a hiss. “What about me, Connor? Me! I’m your mate now—” “You were never my mate,” I growled, the words icy and deliberate. Her face fell, the sting of rejection flickering in her eyes, but I didn’t care. I was past caring. I pushed off the wall, already turning toward the exit door at the end of the hallway. Lila’s voice rang out behind me, sharp and furious. “Where are you going?” “To figure out what the hell Leo Ashton really is,” I replied without looking back. My wolf stirred, growling in anticipation. We’ll find out. We’ll destroy him. And we’ll take her back. No one would take Ivy away from me. Not him. Not anyone. And if he thought he could keep her, he was about to find out just how wrong he was.Leo’s POVThe moment Connor left, the shadows in my chest clawed for release, threatening to rip through the thin veil of control I maintained. My wolf howled inside me, furious that another Alpha—a lesser wolf—had dared to touch her, dared to even think she was his. Ivy. My flower.She stood before me now, her eyes searching mine, uncertain but curious. Her soft voice whispered, “Leo?” as though afraid I might vanish.I couldn’t vanish, even if I wanted to. She was the rope that held me in this broken world, the prophecy-made-flesh I had waited decades for. My fingers tightened around her waist before I lost my nerve. I pulled her against me, feeling her body mold perfectly to mine, as if carved for this moment.My chest still burned with Connor’s words. Mate. How dare he? The word meant nothing when spoken by a pup who discarded her. But the mate pull—how could it still linger between them? That question clawed at my sanity like poison, igniting jealousy that turned my blood to fire
Connor’s POVI adjusted my tie, the silk fabric feeling like a noose around my neck. The mirrored walls of the elevator reflected a version of myself I barely recognized—sharp suit, polished shoes, and an expression that screamed control, even though I felt anything but that.The meeting tonight wasn’t optional. My pack’s finances were in a messed up state, and this partnership was supposed to be a lifeline. It turns out that running a pack wasn’t just about territory and strength anymore; it was about politics, money, and connections. Humans held the strings to the world we wolves had to navigate in secret, and like it or not, I had to play by their rules.The elevator chimed, and the doors slid open to reveal the top floor of the Grayson Tower. The place reeked of wealth—marble floors, crystal chandeliers, and a panoramic view of the city that seemed almost unnatural. The air smelled of expensive cologne and money, a far cry from the woods and open air I craved and enjoyed.“Mr. Th
Connor’s POVI took a sharp breath, my wolf clawing beneath my skin, begging me to reach for her. Ivy’s voice was a weapon, slicing through the armor I’d spent years building. But her words—they weren’t just meant to wound. They carried something more, something dangerous. A challenge.“Aria,” I said softly, taking a deliberate step forward, my voice low and steady despite the storm inside me. “You can pretend this doesn’t affect you, but we both know it’s a lie.”Her lips curved, a faint smirk that didn’t reach her eyes. “You think you still know me?” She tilted her head, her gaze sharp enough to cut. “You don’t. That girl you left behind? She’s dead, Connor.”“I don’t believe that,” I growled, the words slipping out before I could stop them. My wolf surged forward, wanting to close the distance, to remind her of what we were. “You can hide behind the name, the suits, the cold indifference, but I see you. I feel you.”Her laugh was soft but bitter, like shattered glass. “Feel me?” sh
Connor’s POV The door clicked shut behind her, but it may as well have been a thunderclap in my ears. Aria was gone again, and the silence she left in her wake was deafening. Who was that and why did she appear all tensed up when he opened the door? My wolf was a storm inside me, howling and tearing at my resolve, furious that I’d let her walk away. I slammed my fist against the glass table beside me, the shattering crystal matching the chaos in my chest. Whiskey spilled in amber streaks across the floor, a meaningless mess compared to the wreckage she’d left in my soul. The frail, broken girl I had abandoned was long gone. The woman who faced me now was a force of nature, brimming with power and icy resolve. My wolf, who’d spent years mourning her absence silently, clawed at me like I was the enemy. ‘You let her leave again. You failed her again,’ my wolf—Zik growled. “Dammit!” I roared, my voice cracking as I spun, fists clenching. The reflection in the window stared back
Lila’s POVI watched the hall buzz with whispers, my lips pressed into a thin, bitter line. My nails dug into my palms as my eyes locked on her—Aria. Or Ivy Blackwood, as she now called herself. She stood there, radiant and untouchable, like she had never been the broken girl we had cast out. She looked graceful and powerful, wrapped in a life that I deserved.And Connor…My blood boiled just remembering the way he had looked at her. That unspoken awe in his eyes. He used to look at me like that—like I was everything he ever wanted. He had begged for me, worshipped me, practically crawled on his knees when I finally agreed to rule by his side.I had watched Connor disappear through the doors, my mind racing.He wasn’t thinking clearly, and I couldn’t let this go on any longer. He was mine. I had spent too long molding myself into the perfect Luna, earning the admiration of our pack, only for him to throw it all away over her.Aria.No. She wouldn’t win. Not again.I clenched my fists,
Lila’s POVThe receptionist’s face was pale, her mouth parting in an awkward attempt at speech. “Miss… Ivy? I thought you—” I tilted my head slightly, a slow smile curling on my lips. Let her stumble. I enjoyed the power in her hesitation—the brief flicker of uncertainty as she tried to reconcile me with the little bitch who now called herself Ivy. “Relax,” I said, my tone soft but commanding. “I’m just here to meet your boss. Can you let Ms Ivy know that her twin sister has arrived?” The receptionist blinked, flustered, but nodded quickly, fingers fumbling across the sleek keyboard as she paged someone through the intercom. I didn’t need to hear her announcement to know where she was sending me. Aria—wasn’t expecting me at all. I slipped into the elevator with an air of calm I didn’t feel. The chrome walls reflected fragments of me, pieces of Lila Carrington—but they would soon see a new Ivy Blackwood. Or some version of her, anyway. The elevator chimed, opening into the
Leo’s POV It has been almost a week since I returned to my kingdom, leaving behind the only solace I’d found in years—her. Ivy. My light. The thought of her was the only thing keeping me sane, the only relief from the shadows that clawed at my mind and soul. But here, in this cursed place, the weight of my reality crushed me. The council chamber was suffocating, filled with the same stale air and the same tired arguments. They spoke of rebellions in the eastern provinces, of lands dying, of crops failing. They spoke as though these were mere inconveniences, not symptoms of the curse that was consuming me and the kingdom. I let their words wash over me, my mind slipping back to the past. To when it all began. Dina, the sorceress my father had scorned, had cursed me before I’d taken my first breath. My father’s betrayal of her had sealed my fate. She sent plague after plague against my family, but my mother’s magic had shielded us. Until I was born. I was her weakness. The curs
Leo’s POV Very few people had ever seen my face. The mask I wore was not just a cover but a fortress. It allowed me to walk among my people without truly being known, a necessity when you are cursed to destroy all you touch. Everyone knew I was a hybrid—the son of the Lycan Queen and their Alpha King. They whispered about the shadow-born king, a tyrant cursed to drain the land and soul of anyone who came too close. But no one, not even the council, knew my face. Except for a select few. My beta Zane, and Isabella, my only childhood friend, are the only ones that know that Leo Ashton is indeed the Alpha King. The memory of my uncle’s visit in the human world surfaced unbidden, his desperate plea still as absurd as the day I’d heard it. I remembered suppressing a laugh. The irony had nearly choked me. Here he was, begging a man he thought to be a business tycoon to join his crusade against the very king who stood before him. The sound of the war drums echoed in my ears long afte
Alpha Raul’s growl ripped through the chamber, primal and raw, shaking the very walls. His claws unsheathed in an instant, his chest rising and falling with ragged fury. But Ivy? She only smiled.“Like I said,” he murmured, ignoring Ivy's taunts, his grip tightening on her jaw. “I’ll do what I didn’t do last time. I’ll mark you as mine.” He leaned closer, his breath hot on her face. “Only then will you know your place. Only then will you learn total submission.”The words sent ice plunging through my veins. Ivy's eyes widened. “No. No, you can’t fucking do that.” She fought, jerking her head away, but his grip was iron. “Hold her down!” His men obeyed instantly. She screamed as they pinned her down, their hands like shackles against her arms and legs. Her body shook violently, every instinct inside her roaring in defiance. The king’s fangs elongated, his pupils dilating as his gaze locked onto her neck. His breath was warm against her skin, and she knew what was coming
Ivy’s POVMy eyes snapped open, my chest rising and falling frantically. The moment I woke, I felt the cold bite of metal against my wrists and ankles. Chains. Again. My body ached, my head swam, but it was the collar around my neck that burned the most. A cruel reminder that my wolf was trapped, silenced. I rattled the chains, yanking at them as fury flooded through me. My voice came out raw, shaking with rage. “You killed her!” I screamed, my body jerking against the restraints. The memory of the vision burned behind my eyes, searing itself into my soul. Nyxara. Her pain. Her death. I had seen it. I had felt it. And the monster who had done it was standing right in front of me. The king. He was here. Watching me with a dark, satisfied smirk. Beside him stood the man who had sprinkled something on me before I passed out—his sorcerer, no doubt. Three other men lingered in the room, their presence nothing more than shadows at the edges of my vision. “Let me go and watch m
Ivy’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
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.