One desperate choice. Two identical faces. A love that defies fate. When Maya's twin sister abandons an arranged marriage to the notorious Lycan king, Maya is blackmailed into taking her place. She never expected Damien Romano—feared Mafia boss and ruthless Alpha—to stir something dangerous within her. One forbidden kiss shatters everything she thought she knew about the cold-hearted king. But Damien harbors dark secrets that could destroy them both, and an ancient prophecy threatens to tear their world apart. Just when Maya starts falling for the man behind the monster, her sister returns with a shocking revelation: she's the true Luna. Now Maya must choose between her duty to expose the truth and the fierce love burning in her soul—a love that could end in ultimate betrayal.
View MoreDemian’s POVThe growl surged again—this time louder, more insistent, like a deep, threatening warning. The tension electrified the air around us, sharpening my senses. Something wasn’t right.“Asher,” I snapped, my voice leaving no room for debate. “We didn’t send any invitations, so who the hell is that?”Asher, who had been observing the chaos with Freya, stood tall at my command. "No idea," he replied, amusement flickering in his eyes. "But we’ll find out soon enough."Freya’s presence beside me heightened my irritation. Despite my efforts to shield her from this world—the world I had created, the one I’d dragged her into—she was determined to be part of it. To understand it.I turned to her, my tone steady but firm. "Freya, you need to stay here," I instructed, my hand on her shoulder. "It’s not safe."She met my gaze, fire igniting in her eyes. "I’m not staying put, Demian. I refuse to be a fragile thing you can hide away when things get rough."I opened my mouth to counter her,
Asher povAs I stood outside Demian's chamber, a pit settled in my stomach. It wasn’t just the tension between him and Freya; that was predictable. The real issue was that something significant had shifted within Demian, and I was far from convinced it was heading in a good direction.A sudden crash echoed through the hall, followed by Freya's sharp, furious cry. My instincts kicked in, and I took a deliberate breath. It wasn’t my role to intervene between them unless absolutely necessary, but the escalating situation demanded action. I couldn't stand by while Demian struggled to manage this on his own.Before I could brace myself, something whizzed past me, narrowly missing my face. I ducked, muttering under my breath, and firmly grasped the door handle. "Demian!" I called out, swinging the door wide open just in time to witness Freya throw another object in rage. Her eyes were ablaze, her breathing frantic.The sound of glass shattering reverberated as a vase shattered against the w
Maya povI felt the fury building in my chest, my heart pounding against my ribcage. I fixed my gaze on Demian, fists clenched at my sides. What part of this didn’t he understand? I had made myself clear—I wasn’t going to stand idly by while he made this decision. No means no.The murmurs from the council buzzed around us like an irritating swarm of bees. They were watching, waiting, anticipating, and I despised it. I hated how they appeared eager for Demian to take control, and I loathed even more that he stood there, glaring at me as if I had violated some unspoken rule by challenging him.But I refused to back down. Not this time. Not when something so important was at stake.I struggled to breathe, the tension in the air thick and suffocating. I locked eyes with Demian, and I could sense the storm brewing inside him. He wrestled with his control, but I recognized that look—he was angry, no, furious. He didn’t like being challenged, especially not by me.The longer we remained like
Demian’s POVThe atmosphere in the pack house was tense. It wasn’t just the usual early morning quiet; something heavier hung in the air. I felt it settle in my chest, a reminder of the unsettling events from the past 24 hours.I stood in the kitchen doorway, watching Freya with her back to me as she cooked. The smell of warm bread and eggs filled the room. She had promised me breakfast—no distractions, just the two of us. I wasn’t sure if this was defiance or a sign that she wanted to connect.Freya had always kept her distance, even slipping once when she called me Maya, my younger sister’s name. It signaled her discomfort with our shared past."Freya," I broke the silence. "I need to check on something. I’ll be back soon."She stiffened slightly but turned with a soft smile. "Of course. Take your time."I sensed she was just humoring me, unsure of how to deal with me now, yet she didn’t push me away. Our complicated connection was still palpable.I left the kitchen and found Asher w
I sat in my office, papers scattered around me in a chaotic mess. The weight of the day pressed heavily on my eyelids, making them feel like bricks. I rubbed my face, attempting to shake off the fog of exhaustion that stubbornly lingered. Damien hadn’t come by yet, and I was growing impatient. It was past noon; he was my right hand, my rock, the one who kept everything in check. His absence was an itch I couldn’t ignore. Where the hell was he?My chair creaked as I shifted, the silence of the room only amplifying my frustration. I glanced at the clock on the wall yet again. Still no word. My fingers drummed absently on the desk, but it only fueled the irritation building in my chest. Was he upset with me? I couldn't dwell on it. A storm was brewing inside me as the minutes dragged on.Then, the door swung open, snapping me from my thoughts. Asher strode in, a leather package tucked under his arm. He flashed that grin of his—the one that didn’t quite reach his eyes. I didn’t return it.
Demian's patience was running out, his temper escalating with each tick of the clock. He could feel his jaw tightening as he paced more rapidly across the room. His eyes darted to Freya, absorbed in her laptop, seemingly unaffected by his rising agitation. The anger boiling within him churned, and he gripped the window frame tightly, knuckles turning white with his frustration.“You really don’t get it, do you?” he said, his voice low but loaded with tension.Freya didn’t lift her gaze. “Get what, Demian?”His eyes narrowed, lips pressing into a thin line of discontent. “You just let her waltz in here uninvited. Your sister, Maya, acting like it’s perfectly normal. How can you not see that’s... completely inappropriate?” His tone dripped with disbelief and irritation. “I don’t even know her, Freya. She’s not supposed to be here, and yet you’re treating it like it’s just another casual visit!”Finally, Freya looked up from her laptop, her expression cool and poised, her face a mask of
As we drove toward the pack house, the silence between me and Freya hung heavy, like a dark cloud that wouldn’t dissipate. The world outside passed by in a blur of dull colors, the winter trees stripped bare of their leaves, the occasional house tucked away behind tall gates. It felt like the world was shutting down, just like Freya had.I tried to console myself, but my mind raced in circles. The image of my sister, broken and bruised, kept playing over and over again in my mind. What had she been through? Why hadn’t she come to us sooner? I wanted to ask her so many things, but every time I opened my mouth, the words felt hollow.Freya sat beside me, her eyes focused on the floorboard, her shoulders trembling ever so slightly. I couldn’t stand the distance between us. It felt like we were both drowning, and the silence was only pulling us deeper. I reached over and placed a hand on hers, feeling the coldness of her skin, the tremor in her fingers.“Freya, you’re not alone,” I whispe
I fixed my gaze on my sister across the room, her fragile form slumped against the couch. Freya, usually so vibrant, now looked washed out, her eyes dull and haunted, fixated on nothing. Her disheveled hair hung limply, and her wrinkled, dirty dress emphasized the stark contrast to the girl I once knew. The silence in the room was heavy.Clenching my fists, my heart raced with each passing second. Every part of me was demanding answers, yet I held my tongue, waiting for her to finally say something. But she remained silent.Mom leaned forward, hands clenched together, trying to maintain her composure, though fury simmered just below the surface of her controlled voice.“Freya, tell us why you’ve returned,” she urged, her words tight yet laced with a raw, underlying hurt. “What happened?”But Freya remained unresponsive, her gaze fixed on the floor. Tears streamed silently down her cheeks, her lips quivering as her hands twisted anxiously in her lap, as if holding herself together by a
Chapter 9Freya's red gown swirled elegantly around her ankles as she descended the stairs, each step purposeful but light, as though she were floating. The fabric caught the soft light from the chandelier above, the delicate lace and silk reflecting a warm, ethereal glow. Her smile was wide, her eyes sparkling with the anticipation of the long-awaited visit to her parents’ home. After months of being apart, the reunion felt like a moment frozen in time, something she wanted to savor.Demian stood at the bottom of the staircase, his posture rigid, his usual calm demeanor betraying a rare flicker of something softer. He hadn’t expected her to look like this. It was as if she had stepped out of a dream, her elegance surpassing even his high expectations. His jaw went slack, his usually impassive face showing the faintest trace of surprise. He blinked, unable to look away, as if frozen in place by the sheer beauty that stood before him.Her eyes met his, and Freya’s smile deepened. She c
The double doors to the ballroom were held open and the congregation rose to their feet.The classical rendition of "Here comes the bride" played on the organ as Maya walked in. She clutched the garland of roses in her hands as she approached the aisle.Heads turned and eyes widened as the bride sauntered into the room, gracing the guests with her angelic presence. She was like a maestro conducting an orchestra, her movements precise and confident, as she walked down the aisle.“Isn’t Freya just so beautiful?” Luna Rosella shared a smile with Melissa. “She is indeed,” Melissa smiled, her eyes crinkling at the corners as she watched her daughter. The guests seated next to them gazed in complete admiration. One of them leaned forward, her elbows on the table as the bride sauntered by. “She is simply exquisite.”"She's so beautiful, isn't she?" An omega wolf whispered to her son. He replied with a grin. "Of course. Her family must be so proud of her.""Freya will make such a wonderfu...
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