------ Through the small gap, I saw them. Ciaran’s hands were under Elara’s skirt, pushing it up as he pressed his body into hers from behind. Her breathy giggles mixed with his possessive murmurs. They were both facing away from the door, her body nearly bent over the bed. "Later," Elara giggled, her voice teasing, playful. “You have to get to the ceremony.” “I’ll take you later too,” Ciaran growled lustfully, his voice dripping with possession. ------ Cast aside as wolfless, betrayed by her love on the eve of her wedding, Ariana’s world shatters when her fiancé slaughters her family and lays waste to her pack. Barely escaping with her life, Ariana is mistaken for the contract bride of a notorious Alpha after a rogue attack leaves her the sole survivor. Desperate for refuge, she steps into the role of his fake bride, hiding under a guise that shields her from past horrors. But as her days in the Alpha's world turn into something more, survival is no longer enough—Ariana begins to crave revenge on the man who destroyed her life. Yet, every day she spends deceiving this cursed Alpha—whose own brides never survive—brings her closer to a new danger: her growing desire for the very man she’s deceiving. With enemies closing in, will Ariana’s secret destroy her? Or will she risk everything to uncover a future that’s as dangerous as it is seductive?
View MoreThe lace of my wedding dress brushed the floor as mother gently pinned the last few strands of my unruly black locs in place.
“At last,” she said, her voice sounding triumphant.
I stared at my reflection, trying to steady my breathing. The soft hum of the pack’s mind-link buzzed faintly in the background, the excitement of preparations for the ceremony building as my bridesmaids left to help welcome the guests.
"Your bridesmaids look beautiful," my mother said softly, standing behind me. "And you, my love... even more so."
I gave her a small smile, but the tightness in my chest wouldn’t ease. “They’ll be watching me,” I murmured. “Judging. I know what they think of me.”
Mom met my eyes in the mirror, her expression softening. "The Moon Goddess does everything for a reason, Ari. If she didn’t bless you with a wolf, then the destiny she has in store for you won’t need one." Her hand squeezed my shoulder gently. "The universe is always conspiring in our favor, even if it doesn’t feel like it sometimes."
I sighed, fiddling with the silver lace of my sleeves. “It’s not just the whispers, Mom.” I hesitated. “Ciaran... he has no family here.”
Mira tilted her head, her gaze full of empathy. “He has you, Ariana. And that’s more than enough. He’s marrying the daughter of an Alpha—he’s making his own family with you.”
Her words were warm, but they couldn’t quite chase away the unease that had settled in my stomach. “I still want to see him,” I said, standing. “He picked out this dress. I need to reassure... him before the ceremony.”
Mother's brows furrowed slightly. “You know it’s against tradition to see him before the wedding.”
“I know, but...” I trailed off, fidgeting with the hem of my gown. “This is different. I’m different. It’s just…”
She let out a small sigh, but her lips curled into a soft smile. “You’ve always been stubborn. Go, if it will ease your heart. Just don’t keep him too long. The ceremony needs to begin.”
I nodded, grateful for her understanding, and made my way toward Ciaran’s chambers. My chest tightened with each step, the faint echo of my mother’s reassurance fading as I approached his door. I shouldn’t be nervous—I was about to marry the man I loved, my chosen mate.
My hand hovered over the handle, ready to turn it when a soft giggle filtered through the door.
“Baby, not now...” The sweet voice sent a chill down my spine. Elara.
“It's whenever I say,” came Ciaran's voice.
I froze, my fingers tightening around the handle. Every instinct screamed at me to leave, to pretend I hadn’t heard a thing. But something dark and heavy had already rooted me to the spot, urging me to confirm what I already dreaded. Slowly, carefully, I turned the handle and cracked the door open.
Through the small gap, I saw them.
It was Elara. My best and only friend since childhood, and also the bridesmaid who was supposed to witness my happiness today. I can’t believe she was having an affair with my fiancé. Why didn’t I notice any signs?
Ciaran’s hands were under Elara’s skirt, pushing it up as he pressed his body into hers from behind. Her breathy giggles mixed with his possessive murmurs. They were both facing away from the door, her body nearly bent over the bed.
"Later," Elara giggled, her voice teasing, playful. “You have to get to the ceremony.”
“I’ll take you later too,” Ciaran growled lustfully, his voice dripping with possession.
“How cliché can you be,” Elara teased.
My stomach twisted painfully, my breath frozen in my throat. I pushed the door open further, the soft creak catching their attention. Ciaran didn’t flinch, as if he didn’t care.
Elara’s head whipped around, her eyes going wide. She gasped, her hands trembling as she tried to push Ciaran away, but he held her there, as if it were nothing more than an inconvenience.
I stepped into the room, my legs heavy, my heart pounding so loudly it drowned out the rest of the world. The dress I had been so excited to show him now felt like a prison, the lace and silk clinging to me like chains.
"How long?" The words slipped from my lips, sharp and brittle, before I could stop them.
Elara stumbled back, her face pale, her hands flying up as if to shield herself. “Ariana,” she whispered, her voice cracking. “I—”
"You what?" I snapped, my voice cold and steady. I wouldn’t let it shake. I couldn’t.
Ciaran released her, wiping the corners of his mouth, utterly unfazed. His eyes met mine, devoid of apology.
"You're not supposed to be here," he said flatly, as if I were the one interrupting something trivial.
Elara stepped closer, her hands trembling. “Ariana, please... it’s not—"
"Don’t." My voice was cold, final. “Just... don’t.”
Elara flinched, tears in her eyes. She looked so small, so pathetic. She had been my best friend. My only friend.
“I love him,” she whispered. “I didn’t mean for it to happen like this.”
I turned my glare on Ciaran, hoping—no, waiting—for him to look ashamed. But instead, a smirk seemed to linger beneath his cold exterior.
Deep down, I had always known something wasn’t right. The nights when his kisses felt hollow, his smiles never reaching his eyes—how he always had an excuse, always disappearing without reason. I just didn’t want to believe it.
He had asked me to marry him. I didn’t trap him. I didn’t bribe him. Did he love Elara? Was she his destined mate?
I would have let Ciaran go if he wanted someone else. Why go through with the wedding?
Ciaran stepped forward, his tone softening. “Ariana, I never wanted to hurt you.” His voice was low, almost tender. “You mean something to me. You always have.”
I stared at him, my jaw clenched tight. “Obviously not enough, Ciaran,” I managed to spit out.
“I would have let you go,” I said, gesturing to Elara. “Why didn’t you tell me?”
His face shifted. The gentle mask fell away, revealing something I’d ignored for too long—the indifference that had always lurked just beneath the surface.
“You never really cared,” I said, allowing myself to accept the truth I had feared for so long.
He shrugged, his voice hardening. “Maybe you’re right. Maybe I never cared.” He paused, seeming to consider, “But your father’s fortune and pack… well, who wouldn’t want that.”
I took a step back, slowly backing out of the room, as his aura shifted—dark, dangerous, like a storm rolling in.
Suddenly, a sharp cry cut through the mind-link. The pack flared with panic. My heart pounded, and I glanced at Elara. She had heard it too.
Gunshots echoed from outside, in the direction of the gardens, and the pack's warning came flooding in through the mind-link.
Rogues! We’re under attack!
Panicked voices shouted from every direction. My gaze snapped to Ciaran, but he didn’t move. He wasn’t alarmed. He almost seemed... satisfied.
I didn’t wait to see what he’d do next. I turned and fled, the sounds of chaos growing louder around me.
*** Ariana's POVThe corridor outside Ariana’s room felt eerily silent as Cirian stopped at her door. For once, his expression was less predatory and more... calculated. His words during lunch still lingered in her mind, sharp and bitter as the wine she hadn’t touched. He tilted his head slightly, watching her as if trying to decipher her thoughts.“I trust you found the meal to your liking?” he asked smoothly, his tone deceptively casual.Ariana crossed her arms, leaning lightly against the doorframe. “It’s strange,” she said, forcing calm into her voice, “to have such a fine meal in a place that’s so drenched in blood.”Cirian smirked, unbothered. “Ah, but doesn’t blood fertilize the richest soil? Makes everything... thrive.” He stepped back, gesturing toward the door with a flourish. “Rest, my dear. Tonight promises to be enlightening.”Without waiting for her response, he turned and strode down the hall, leaving Ariana staring after him. Enlightening, he’d said. Everything with hi
*** Draven’s POVMiria.The scent of antiseptic stings my nose first, followed by the sterile coldness of the room. The steady beeping of machines grates against my senses. My body feels heavy, my limbs slow to respond, but the fire in my chest is all too real.Miria.Kronos stirs inside me, a restless, prowling presence. His growl echoes in my mind, a single word cutting through the haze.Miria.I lurch upward, my vision blurring as the room spins. The last thing I remember is the forest—the gunshot, her scream, the way the light caught in her eyes.Mate.
*** Ariana’s POVThe hospital café feels incomplete, much like everything else around here. Half the walls are unpainted drywall, their seams taped but not yet sanded. A few tables are scattered around the space, mismatched chairs filling in the gaps. Exposed beams stretch across the ceiling, reminding me of how exposed I feel sitting across from Cirian. Cirian sits across from me at one of the few functional tables, his coffee steaming in his hands. The sharp scent of fresh paint and sawdust hangs faintly in the air, almost masking the herbal notes of my tea.A waiter sets down a small plate of biscuits between us, offering a polite nod before retreating to the far side of the café. We’re mostly alone here, the quiet punctuated only by the occasional sound of construction—hammering, a power drill whining, muffled voices echoing down the halls.The setting is intimate, leaving me nowhere to hide. I lift my tea to my lips, the heat brushing my face, and take a slow sip, buying myself
*** Ariana’s POV…extermination of rogues.A feeling of deja vú settles over me.I can hear the same phrase being repeated in my head but it’s in my father’s voice.I have the sensation of being younger, the days when I would sit on his lap while he worked in the office.Bad actors.Was my father a bad actor?Cirian moves us along, showing me more—the beginnings of a school, a workshop bustling with activity, a communal space where wolves share food and laughter.“This isn’t just a home for rogues,” he says, gesturing to the buildings. “It’s a chance for
*** Ariana’s POVStepping out of the packhouse behind Cirian, I’m greeted by a crisp breeze that carries the sharp scent of pine. We must be farther north than Draven’s pack.Cirian glances back, his steps slowing. “Shall we?” he asks, extending a hand.I don’t take it, but I follow him. That’s answer enough.Despite my best intention to stay calm and civil, the cold bite in the air feels like an apt comparison to my mood.Waking up to Cirian sitting at the end of my bed and chit-chatting at me through the bathroom door while I was changing still has me off-kilter.Thank the Goddess I had swapped out the nightclothes Elara had chosen for me before going to bed.The ground crunches softly beneath our boots as we walk, the wide path leading deeper into the settlement. Ahead, buildings come into view—rows of them, neat but unpolished. Their wooden frames look sturdy, their construction deliberate. Wolves move between them, talking in quiet tones, some carrying supplies, others watching
*** Ariana’s POVElara’s words cling to the air, heavy and wrong, like the echo of a song sung off-key.“I can’t wait to see him again,” she says, her voice soft and distant. The smile on her lips is as fragile as the flame flickering in the hearth, but her eyes… her eyes are the real betrayal. There’s nothing behind them but static.I shift my weight, the creak of the wooden floor grounding me against the surreal tilt of the moment. “When was the last time you talked to James?” I ask, keeping my tone light, almost casual.Elara’s hands, busy smoothing invisible wrinkles from her dress, falter. She blinks, her expression flickering with something—confusion? Uncertainty? “Right before he left,” she says after a pause, the vagueness in her voice like a half-formed thought.The answer settles into my chest like ice water. There’s no time stamp on that comment, nothing specific to anchor it. I know James has been dead for over a month.“And Cirian,” I say slowly, tilting my head as if the
*** Ariana’s POVThe door clicks shut behind me, and I turn automatically, scanning for a lock. My fingers skim the edges of the wood, searching the smooth surface in vain. Nothing. Not even a latch to bar the door from the inside.I exhale in irritation, stepping back to take in the room, my gaze darting from the chest against the far wall to the chair near the fire. Both seem flimsy options to block the door, but I’m already calculating how much noise they’d make if someone tried to come in uninvited.At least I’d have a warning.Pivoting quickly, my breath catches—no, halts altogether. There’s someone sitting on the edge of the bed.“Elara?” I blurt, my voice sharp as I take a reflexive step back. “What the hell?”The woman perched before me doesn’t flinch, her head tilting slightly as if I were the intruder.“Miss Ariana,” she says softly, her lips curling into a small, fragile smile. It’s disarming, but only because it doesn’t erase the dark circles under her eyes or the hollows i
*** Ariana’s POVCirian leans back in his chair, fingers tracing the rim of his wine glass. The soft candlelight flickers across his face, sharpening the angles of his jawline and casting shadows under his eyes.“You know,” he says, a faint smile tugging at his lips, “the first time I saw you, I thought you were going to kill a man.”I blink at him, startled by the statement. My fork hovers over the plate as I meet his gaze. “What?”His smile lingers for a moment, but there’s something wistful in his expression. “It was outside your pack’s border. I’d been tracking a rogue, hoping to bring him into my fold, but I lost him in the woods.”The fi
*** Ariana’s POVThe candlelight flickers softly across the table, its warm glow catching on the edges of the dark wood. The food smells incredible—roasted meat, buttery vegetables, and a faint hint of herbs I can’t place—but I can’t bring myself to eat.Cirian seems perfectly at ease, enjoying his stake like it’s Sunday dinner with the family. His glass of wine sits untouched beside him, though he glances at it occasionally as if debating whether to take a sip.“You’ve changed,” he says suddenly, breaking the silence.I glance up sharply, my fork still hovering over my plate. “Have I?”He smiles faintly, setting his knife down. “Yes. You carry yourself differently now—more confident. More… focused.”The compliment feels like a trap, and I carefully lower my fork back to the plate. “Life has a way of doing that to people.”
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