Eveline had always dreamed of finding her fated mate, but when the moment finally came, it was nothing like she imagined. Anton, her destined mate and a powerful Alpha, wanted nothing to do with her. Cold, distant, and harsh, he pushed her away, accusing her of only wanting the status of Luna. Despite his cruel treatment, Anton refuses to let her go, leaving Eveline trapped in a painful bond. Torn between her longing for love and the torment of rejection, Eveline feels like a prisoner in her own life. With her heart in turmoil and her fate bound to a mate who seems determined to break her spirit, Eveline must decide whether to fight for her freedom—or risk it all to uncover the truth behind Anton's cruel behavior. Will Eveline survive being trapped by her own mate, or will she find the strength to escape his grasp and forge her own path?
View MoreIt’s been a few days since Anton confronted me for calling my Alpha, and I haven’t seen him since. A part of me is relieved—every time he’s near, it feels like I can’t breathe. But he’s done something unexpected.Every day, Dan comes to me with updates on the search for my mother. The information is never good, but at least I know they’re looking. I know Anton is the one behind it. Maybe it’s his way of making up for everything, but it’s not enough. Not even close. I still don’t want to see his face.I’m in the kitchen making breakfast when Ana walks in, her blonde hair tousled from sleep. She wears a cozy gray sweater and fitted jeans, her expression warm as she takes a seat at the kitchen counter.“Good morning, Luna,” she says, stretching as she settles onto one of the stools.“I’m not your Luna. But good morning to you, too,” I sign with a soft smile. I’m happy she’s here after the way Anton kicked her out. Relief washes over me seeing her here—after Anton's outburst, I'd feared s
CHARTER FIVEAna's gentle touch on my arm pulls me from my dark thoughts. "Something wrong?" she signs, her movements soft with concern."No, everything is fine," I sign back, trying to mask my turbulent emotions."Alright, do you have any plans today? I was hoping we could spend some time together. Maybe watch some TV?" Her hands move hopefully through the air."Sure," I agree, and we start walking back toward Anton's house. The morning sun warms my skin but does little to chase away the chill inside me.A thought strikes me as we walk, and before I can second-guess myself, my hands are already moving. "Could I borrow your phone? I need to call my Alpha." I haven't heard anything about the search for Mom, and when I asked Anton about calling Chloe, I'd hoped he might let me reach out to my Alpha, too."Oh, no problem, here," she says while signing, pulling her phone from her back pocket without hesitation. Her easy agreement catches me off guard – I'd expected resistance, questions a
Morning sunlight streams through the windows as I make my way downstairs, my stomach growling despite my hesitation. I haven't eaten breakfast at the pack house since that first humiliating day with Anton. The memory still burns – his cold words cutting through me while everyone at the table pretended not to hear, though their pinched expressions and awkward glances said otherwise. The thought of facing those pitying looks again makes my chest tight.A mouthwatering aroma of sizzling bacon and freshly brewed coffee draws me toward the kitchen. For a moment, I think Ana might have come early to cook, but as I round the corner, I'm greeted by an unexpected sight. Liam stands at the stove, wearing a black apron over his casual clothes, spatula in hand as he tends to several pans with practiced ease.He turns at my entrance, his smile bright against the morning light. "Good morning, Luna," he says, flipping a perfectly golden piece of french toast.My fingers move swiftly through the air,
Days drag by like years in this mansion, and the ice between Anton and me only grows thicker. The afternoon sun streams through the tall windows, casting long shadows in the hallway as I make my way to his study. I need to ask him about getting a phone to call Chloe. God, I miss her. She was the sunshine in our pack, the only one who took the time to learn sign language when I first lost my voice. While others whispered and stared, she'd sit with me for hours, her fingers fumbling through signs until we could talk about everything and nothing.The heavy wooden door to Anton's study looms before me, intimidating in its grandeur. Through the crack beneath, I can see warm lamplight spilling out – he's working from home today. My heart pounds against my ribs as I knock softly.The scent of coffee and old books wraps around me as I enter. Anton sits behind his massive mahogany desk, his broad shoulders hunched over stacks of papers. His dark hair falls across his forehead, and his crisp wh
It’s been hours since breakfast, but the sting of my mate’s harsh words hasn’t faded. I’ve replayed them over and over in my head, each time feeling my chest tighten just a little more.Ana must have noticed my mood because she asked me to join her in the gardens. Now we’re crouched together in the flower beds, tending to her roses. The soft hum of birds and the faint rustle of leaves in the breeze provide a welcome distraction from my swirling thoughts.“You’re really good at this,” Ana says with a smile, watching as I carefully prune a stubborn branch.I glance up at her and shrug, offering a small smile of my own. “It’s peaceful,” I sign, my hands moving fluidly.Ana nods, her eyes warm with understanding. “It really is. Sometimes, it’s the only thing that keeps me sane.”I’m about to respond when movement from across the yard catches my attention. I look up and spot the men training. My mate is at the center of it all, commanding their focus with the ease of a born leader.My brea
The next morning, I wake with a million thoughts swirling in my head, but one stands out above the rest—what my mate said last night. Why would he say that? What did he mean?After freshening up, I head downstairs. As I reach the bottom step, I stop short, spotting a stunning brunette standing in the hallway.“Good morning, Luna,” she signs with a warm, soft smile.“You can sign?” I ask, my brow furrowing. Then I add quickly, “And I’m not your Luna.”Her smile widens. “Yes, I can. I used to be unable to hear, but that changed once I found my mate.” Her hands pause briefly before continuing. “And you are our Alpha’s mate, which makes you our Luna.”I gesture toward my neck, tilting my head slightly to the side to make my point clear. "Yes, I am his mate, but he hasn’t marked me yet." My hands move fluidly, the signs sharp and deliberate. I hold her gaze, waiting for her response.Her eyes flicker briefly to my neck, then back to my face. “Even so,” she says with a shrug, her tone confi
The SUV winds up a long, private driveway, gravel crunching beneath its tires. I press my forehead against the cool glass of the window, watching as manicured gardens and ornate fountains scroll past. After twenty minutes of driving through dense forest, this sudden display of wealth and refinement is jarring.The vehicle comes to a stop in front of what can only be described as a mansion. My breath catches in my throat as I take in the imposing structure. Three stories of elegant stone and gleaming windows rise before me, the architecture a perfect blend of modern design and classic grandeur. It makes our pack house back home look like a cottage in comparison.Home. The thought sends a fresh wave of pain through my chest. Somewhere out there, my aunt is being held captive because of me, and here I am, arriving at what looks like something out of a fairytale.I step out of the SUV, my legs stiff from the long ride. Instinctively, my eyes search for Anton, but he's already disappeared.
The Alpha's words echo in my head, each repetition feeling like a physical blow. "They were after you." The phrase bounces around my skull, mixing with the lingering scents of vampire and blood that permeate the pack house.I stumble backward until my back hits the wall, needing something solid to ground me. Everything feels surreal, like I'm trapped in some horrible nightmare. Just twenty-four hours ago, my biggest worry was being late to meet Kevin at that party. Now...Now my aunt is gone. Taken. Because of me.My hands shake as I raise them to sign, but I can barely form coherent gestures. How? Why? What did I do? The questions tumble from my fingers in a desperate rush, even though I know most of the pack members watching can't understand them.Alpha Marcus steps closer, his expression grave. "We don't know all the details yet, Evelina. The vampires were... specific in their attack. They weren't just causing chaos. They were searching. House by house, they were looking for you."
The sleek black car glides smoothly along the highway, eating up the miles between Anton's territory and my home in Cedar Grove. I stare out the window, but I'm not really seeing the landscape rushing by. My mind is still back in that room, replaying Anton's rejection over and over.I want to scream, to demand answers. How can he just dismiss our mate bond like that? Doesn't he feel the pull, the inexplicable connection between us? But even if I could voice these questions, there's no one here to answer them. The driver, a stoic older man with graying hair at his temples, hasn't said a word since we left.My hand moves to the notebook Anton gave me, now tucked safely in my bag. I'd considered writing him a note before I left, pouring out all my confusion and hurt onto the paper. In the end, though, I couldn't find the words. How do you explain to someone that they're throwing away something precious, something rare, when they refuse to even acknowledge its existence?As we near Cedar G
I stare at my reflection in the old antique mirror of Moonlight Books, tilting my head to the side as I check myself out. Biting my bottom lip, I wonder what Kevin would think of my outfit. Marie, my wolf, says it's cute and he'll love it, but I still have my doubts. My boyfriend tends to make me feel like I'm wearing rags even when I have on my nicest clothes. Of course, he doesn't say it to my face, but I can still tell when he thinks crap of my outfit. It's always written all over his face.Looking away from the mirror, I consider if I should run home and change before meeting him at the party. But a glance at the clock on the wall makes me wince. 8:45 PM – fifteen minutes past closing time. I'm already running late.My fingers fly across my phone's screen as I type out a quick message to Kevin."Sorry, running a bit behind. Be there soon! ❤️"I pocket the device without waiting for a response and turn my attention to the task of closing up the bookstore. The smell of old paper and...
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