He would set the world ablaze just to claim her, yet her heart beats for another—a love she’s nurtured despite the laws binding her kind. But her fated mate is relentless, a predator who never fails to capture his prey. He shatters her, body and soul until the very thought of escape becomes a distant, broken dream. And how can she hope for salvation when even her own family revels in her suffering?
View MoreA man clad in a perfectly tailored black suit strode purposefully through the dimly lit corridors of the prison, his polished shoes echoing ominously against the cold, stone floor. The scent of blood thickened the air, metallic and suffocating, as he neared the scene of carnage that awaited him.Three bodies lay sprawled across the ground, their lifeless forms contorted unnaturally. Blood painted the cracked walls in violent splashes, pooling in dark, sluggish rivers around them. The flickering fluorescent light overhead cast eerie shadows over the grim tableau, making the red stains appear even more sinister.The man in the suit exhaled sharply, his fingers raking through his neatly styled hair in irritation.“What a mess,” he muttered, his voice laced with frustration. His jaw tightened as his cold, calculating eyes assessed the aftermath of what had transpired. He hated unnecessary complications."Just as you instructed, I only intervened when there was no other choice," the young
Woken by the scorching liquid splashing against her face, Cassandra’s eyes fluttered open. A slow turn of her head brought her face-to-face with a sight so horrific that her breath hitched, her pulse hammering in her ears.James.Lifeless. Unmoving.His body dangled like a ragdoll in Scott’s grasp, his neck still clenched in a vice-like grip. The dull gleam of a bloodied blade flashed with every brutal stab, the rhythmic squelching of flesh being torn apart filling the suffocating silence. Scott was relentless, as if draining James of every last drop of blood would somehow satisfy the madness consuming him.But it didn’t.With a sharp exhale, he let the knife clatter to the floor, its crimson-stained blade spinning before stilling in a puddle of blood.Scott’s shoulders heaved, his breaths ragged, but his hunger was far from sated. His fangs gleamed under the dim light, his irises glowing an unnatural red—depraved, deranged. Oblivious to Cassandra’s petrified gaze, he bared his teeth
In the dimly lit room, a commanding yet elegant figure stood by the massive window, gazing out as if surveying his domain like a god overseeing his creation."How's everything going?" he asked, his voice laced with indifference as he took a slow drag from his tobacco."Things aren’t going exactly as planned," the other man replied, lounging on the sofa with his legs propped up on the table. His hands rested lazily behind his head, giving him an air of nonchalance. Despite his relaxed demeanor, the glint in his youthful eyes—barely fifteen years old—held an unsettling sharpness. "But the good news is, the way things are unfolding seems to be working in your favor."Though the man stood with his back to the young boy, the smirk on his face was unmistakable a
"Are you hearing yourself, James?" Cassandra spat, her voice trembling with a mix of anger and disbelief. "Who in the world can manipulate a mate bond? A bond that is a sacred gift from the Moon Goddess herself?"Her bloodied fingers dug into the cold stone floor as she forced herself upright despite the searing pain in her body. "Do you expect me to believe that someone—anyone—could just tamper with something so divine? That they could force you into heat, make you mark her, make you..." Her voice wavered, but she pushed through, "...make you turn on me like I was nothing?"James swallowed hard, his expression unreadable. "I know how impossible it sounds," he admitted, his voice low. "But Cassy... I felt it. I felt the pull, but it wasn’t natural. It was—wrong."Cassandra let out a hollow laugh, shaking her head. "And yet, you still let it happen," she whispered. "You still let it destroy me.""It wasn't something I could control, Cassy!" J
Cassandra had no sense of time—no way of knowing how long she had been lost in the abyss of unconsciousness. But a faint, almost tender sensation pulled her back, a gentle caress against her bruised and bloodied face.Her body remained heavy, drained by the wolfsbane still coursing through her veins, but she forced her eyes to flutter open. The world around her was hazy, blurred by pain and exhaustion. And then, through the dim light, she saw them—those familiar eyes, the same ones she had loved for so many years.For a moment, she forgot the pain, the torment, the betrayal. All she could do was stare, her breath hitching in disbelief.The moment she registered his touch, a surge of anger and instinctual fear coursed through her. With the little strength she had left, she smacked his hand away and desperately scooted back, pressing herself against the cold, unforgiving wall as if it could shield her from him.Her bloodied lips parted, her voice rough but sharp as a blade. "What are yo
MELISSA'S POV:I stepped out of my car and walked into Etherea Royale, the most prestigious and exclusive boutique in the country. The moment I entered, the soft scent of expensive perfume and the sight of shimmering gowns embroidered with delicate gemstones greeted me. This place catered only to the elite—royalty, high-ranking officials, and the wealthiest figures in society. But today, it was catering to me.I was here to try on the custom-made gown I
JAMES'S POV:As I made my way out of the prison cell, my fists clenched so tightly that my nails dug into my palms, drawing blood. My teeth sank into my lip, the metallic taste of rage filling my mouth.I was furious—so furious that my entire body trembled with the effort to keep myself from turning back and ending that disgusting woman where she stood.How could I have loved someone like her for so many years?The Cassandra I remembered wasn’t like this. She wasn’t someone who would hurt the innocent. She should have understood what Melissa meant to me—should have known the pain of being torn away from the one you were destined to be with.And yet… she didn’t.She chose to become this monster.NARRATOR'S POV:James suddenly halted mid-step, his breath catching in his throat as a horrifying realization struck him.Cassandra had found her mate as well.His eyes widened in pure terror as the truth crashed down on him, the weight of it suffocating.Her mate.The Prince.His blood ran col
Awakened by the suffocating sensation of being unable to breathe, Cassandra's eyes jolted open, panic surging through her as she gasped for air.“Wh-… who…” she rasped, her voice barely more than a whisper, each syllable a battle against the pain constricting her throat. She couldn't say more because she wasn't given the chance.She dangled helplessly in mid-air, her feet no longer touching the ground as she struggled against the crushing grip around her throat.A pair of glowing red eyes locked onto hers, cold and unyielding, as the hands tightening around her neck showed no mercy."You should've just died! You are the most disgusting woman I've ever known!"She could no longer draw a breath, and as darkness crept in at the edges of her vision, her life flashed before her eyes. Desperately, she struggled to break free, but the exhaustion weighing her down and the searing pain in her thigh from the massive dose of wolfsbane rendered her weak and helpless.Her fingers, once gripping th
The Red Moon Pack is one of the largest packs in the country. But of all the packs in the world, none have ever been gifted the Blue Wolf.Thousands of years ago, a man was blessed with the spirit of the legendary Blue Wolf, Aamon—the very first werewolf to ever exist. The name did not signify control over fire or water, nor did it grant him the ability to wield elements with his hands. Instead, his wolf form was unlike any other. His fur, streaked with brilliant flecks of blue, radiated both beauty and strength.But his true gift lay in something far more extraordinary—he was fireproof. No flame could harm him, and when he ignited a fire, it transformed into something far more powerful: the Blue Flame—a mystical fire that could never be extinguished unless he willed it so.Legend says that he was once a normal human until his entire family was burned alive before his eyes. He watched as his mother, father, brothers, and sisters screamed in agony, their flesh consumed by the flames. C
My name is Cassandra White, the Alpha's daughter of the Red Moon Pack. I am 22 years old and still haven't found my mate. But that doesn't make me feel bad or lesser. To us werewolves, finding our mate is very important because it makes us feel whole and complete. But I am different—I am more than terrified to meet my fated partner.Today is the first day of school after summer break. I grabbed my car keys and left the house, dressed simply for school. Now in my fourth year of college, I have always been the top student."Cassy, here!" Joana called, waiting by the entrance.Joana is James's sister and my brother's mate, while James is my boyfriend.I waved at her and pointed to the parking lot. She nodded, understanding that I would be there after parking."What's up?" I asked as I walked over."I have some exciting news!" she squealed in excitement.Joana immediately grabbed my arms and lowered my head, tiptoeing since I was taller than her."A big shot is coming to our school, but h...
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