Chapter 1Alina's POV“Where the hell am I?” I struggled, the blindfold around my eyes stopped me from seeing anything“Someone help me.” I cried out but I heard no response, all I heard were the echoes of my voice.I lay motionless on a damp stone floor, my body trembling with weakness and pain. The cold from the dungeon-like room seeped into my bones, yet it was nothing compared to the hollow ache inside my chest.Blood pooled beneath me, the once steady rhythm of my heartbeat slowing, each pulse weaker than the last. I could barely lift my head, but I didn't need to. As the piece of cloth was removed from my face. I was shocked to see the man standing in front of me.“Viktor?” I said, my voice barely a whisper.He stood before me, his expression devoid of any warmth, any trace of the affection he once pretended to have.“You must be surprised to see yourself tied up and I am standing here, doing nothing to save you.” I shrugged, my gaze drifted to his face, silently pleading for
Chapter 2Alina's POVMy eyes snapped open, and I gasped for air, clutching my chest as if I had just surfaced from drowning. My heart pounded wildly against my ribs, and my body trembled. I blinked rapidly, staring up at the familiar ceiling of my childhood bedroom.I bolted upright, my hands running over the soft fabric of my nightgown. My fingers trembled as they reached down to touch my stomach, flat. No sign of the life I had been carrying. I swallowed hard, my mind racing. I was supposed to be dead, burned alive in that wretched dungeon, yet here I was.Swinging my legs over the edge of the bed, I stumbled to my feet and rushed to the window. The view outside was just as I remembered it, the lush green gardens of my father's pack, the morning sun casting a golden hue over the horizon.“This can't be real.” I muttered in shock, I spun around, searching the room with wide, panicked eyes. My old desk, my vanity, the soft pink curtains my mother had insisted on years ago, they wer
Chapter 3Alina's POVI stood in front of Viktor’s towering office building, staring up at the sleek glass windows reflecting the afternoon sun. My heart pounded in my chest, but this time, it wasn’t from longing or excitement. It was from the anticipation of finally breaking free.In my past life, I would have walked through those doors with a wide smile, eager to see him, to lose myself in the fantasy he had built around us. But not today. Today, I was here to end things, to take back the power I had once handed over so willingly.I walked in with purpose, ignoring the warm greetings from the staff who had always been kind to me. They thought I was here for another one of my surprise visits. If only they knew.When I reached the top floor, Viktor's secretary, Paula, looked up at me with a knowing smirk. "Here to surprise my Boss again.” she said, standing to open the office door for me. I simply nodded, my fingers tightening around the engagement ring on my hand.Inside, Viktor stoo
Chapter 4Viktor’s POVI stormed back into my office, slamming the door so hard that the glass panels rattled. My chest heaved with barely contained rage, my hands trembling as I stared at the engagement ring Alina had so casually returned to me."She thinks she can walk away from me," I muttered under my breath, my anger bubbling over. Without another thought, I swept everything off my desk, the stack of documents, the expensive glass of whiskey, even the damn pen holder, all crashing to the floor in a violent mess.Mira, who had been lounging on the couch with her usual air of arrogance, shot up at the noise. "Viktor!" she gasped, rushing toward me. "What the hell is going on? What happened?"I gritted my teeth, running a hand through my hair in frustration. "Alina," I growled. "She’s done. She called off the wedding."Mira’s eyes widened, and for a moment, I saw a flicker of panic beneath her carefully composed expression. "What?" she hissed. "Why?"I clenched my fists, glaring at
Chapter 5Alina's POVFor days, I had kept my mind shut about what the stranger, I mean Damien flecker, what he said to me in the elevator. It seemed like a joke at first but later on, we talked about it over lunch.And I agreed to it.I agreed to be his Luna, not just because he offered or because he is an Alpha but because I had my own benefits in this deal.Damien was coming to see my parents today, if our deal was going to work, we had to make things look real and perfect. I was staring at my dressing mirror, combing my red long hair, making sure it's curly end were intact. My door creaked open, Tessy popped her head inside my room, a playful smile in her lips. “Looking cute for your Alpha?” She whispered, her voice teasing. I smiled, but she was not done yet. She strode into the room, closing the door behind her as she rushed behind me.“You look beautiful, big sis. Just like how a Luna is suppose to look.” She said, her little hands rubbed my shoulders as she watched me throug
Chapter 6Alina's POV The world around me blurred, my breath coming in shallow gasps as I stared at the phone that had slipped from my hand. My mind refused to process the words I had just heard. My father. My mother. Tessy. Gone. A sharp ringing noise filled my ears, drowning out everything else. My hands trembled as I clutched at my chest, struggling to breathe. "Alina!" A strong pair of hands gripped my shoulders, shaking me slightly. I blinked, realizing Damien was in front of me, his face tight with concern. His voice cut through the chaos in my head. "What happened?" he demanded, his eyes dark with urgency. I couldn't speak. My throat closed up, the words choking me before they could escape. Instead, I grabbed the phone from where it had fallen, my fingers numb as I brought it back to my ear. "Wh—what do you mean they're gone?" My voice was hoarse, barely above a whisper. The person on the other end hesitated before responding. "I'm so sorry, Miss Alina. Your
Chapter 7Alina's POV The ride back to Damien’s estate was silent. Not the comfortable kind, but the kind laced with unspoken rage, grief, and the promise of vengeance. My fingers curled into fists, my nails biting into my palms, but the physical pain was nothing compared to the storm raging inside me. Viktor had taken everything from me. My family, my home—he had ripped the last pieces of my past away, leaving nothing but ashes. I would not let him win. Damien parked the car in front of his packhouse, and before he could say a word, I was already out, storming toward the entrance. "Alina!" His voice was firm, commanding, but I didn’t stop. I didn’t have time for caution, patience, or plans. I needed blood. I burst through the doors, startling a few of his pack members. They whispered among themselves, sensing the rage rolling off me in waves. A few took a cautious step back. Damien was at my heels in an instant, his hand wrapping around my wrist. "You need to calm down.
Chapter 8 Alina's POV The air in the warehouse shifted, the tension crackling like static before a storm. My heart pounded in my chest, the beat matching the thrum of energy in the air as Viktor’s pack surrounded us. Their eyes gleamed with malicious intent, their claws out, ready to strike. I didn't hesitate. Not even for a second. Damien was already in motion, his Alpha presence exploding in the room. The wolves hesitated for only a moment, as though instinctively sensing the power he wielded. He didn’t give them a chance to rethink their decision. With a roar, he launched himself at the nearest wolf, his claws tearing through the air as he slashed at his opponent. The sound of claws against flesh echoed in the space, a sickening symphony of violence. I wasn’t about to let him have all the fun. I shifted before I even thought about it, the pain of the transformation flickering in the back of my mind. My body elongated, muscles rippling, my senses sharpening. The world
Chapter 30Damien's POVThe cold, oppressive air of the sanctuary pressed in on me as I stood at the threshold of the ancient chamber, my heart pounding in time with the distant, ominous chanting.Every nerve in my body screamed that something was terribly wrong, yet I could not tear my eyes away from the spectacle unfolding before us. The barrier of shimmering energy had risen suddenly, encasing the entire underground courtyard in an otherworldly glow, and beyond it, the hooded cultists had gathered in a tight circle around a massive stone platform.Their voices melded into a single, unholy hymn that reverberated off the cavern walls and set the very stones trembling. Beside me, I could see Alina’s face set in a determined mask, but beneath that stoic exterior, her eyes betrayed fear and uncertainty.I knew that the power within her, the ancient force that had been awakened, was as much a blessing as it was a curse, and now the prophecy was forcing our hand.My mind raced with possib
Chapter 29Damien's POV The first rays of dawn barely touched the horizon when I stepped out of the packhouse, my senses already sharpened for the day ahead. The air was thick with anticipation, every warrior in the camp moving with purpose. Word of Alina’s victory against the rogue champion had spread like wildfire, but it had done little to ease the weight pressing down on my chest. She had fought well—ferociously, even. Yet, beneath the triumph, I saw the shadow of something else. A force inside her that she barely understood. A power that surged unpredictably, as if waiting for the right moment to consume her. I found her standing near the training grounds, watching the sparring warriors with an intensity that told me she wasn’t seeing them at all. Her mind was elsewhere. Caught between the battle she had won and the prophecy that still loomed over her. “Alina.” I called her name gently, stepping beside her. She turned, and for a moment, the storm in her silver eyes flic
Chapter 28Alina's POVI stood at the edge of the rogue territory, my heart pounding like a war drum, as the early morning light struggled to pierce through the dense canopy overhead. The chill in the air mingled with a palpable tension that clung to every leaf and stone.Damien’s words from the packhouse still echoed in my mind—warnings of a trade and a challenge for the sake of finding the elder. Now, as we faced the roving band of rogue warriors who emerged silently from the shadows, I knew there was no turning back. We had come too far, and the answers we sought lay just beyond this confrontation.The rogue leader, a tall, scarred man with a sneer permanently etched on his face, stepped forward. His eyes, dark and calculating, locked onto mine as he spoke in a voice rough as gravel. “You’re a brave one, aren’t you? Accepting a challenge when you should be trembling in fear.” His words dripped with disdain, yet there was an undercurrent of respect beneath it all.I squared my shoul
Chapter 27Alina's POV The air in the chamber remained thick with the lingering presence of that shadowed figure. My breath came fast, my skin still tingling with the remnants of the power I had unleashed. My fingers curled into fists, my nails digging into my palms as I struggled to steady myself. Damien stood beside me, his chest rising and falling heavily, his body still tense from the confrontation. His golden eyes flicked toward me, scanning for injuries. “Are you hurt?” I shook my head slowly, even though I wasn’t entirely sure. Physically, I was intact, but something inside me had shifted. That thing—whoever or whatever it was—had spoken of sacrifice, of the price for the Forsaken power I had called upon. My soul. A chill ran through me. “We need to leave,” Damien said, his voice rough. He shot a glare at the remaining cultists, who were still kneeling, too terrified to even breathe too loudly. “Now.” I hesitated, my gaze shifting back to the stone altar where the r
Chapter 26Alina's POV The chamber trembled beneath my feet as the shadowed figure stepped closer, its presence a void that seemed to swallow even the dim flickering torchlight. My breath caught in my throat. The power coursing through me felt raw, unstable, as though I was balancing on the edge of a blade. My decision had set something in motion—something far greater than I had ever imagined. Damien’s grip on my arm tightened. His body was tense, poised for battle, his golden eyes locked onto the figure before us. “Who are you?” he demanded, his voice sharp, authoritative. The figure let out a low chuckle, the sound slithering through the cavern like a creeping mist. “Who I am does not matter. What matters is that the vessel has made her choice.” His voice sent a shudder through me, an ancient whisper curling around my thoughts like vines seeking to ensnare my mind. The cultists around us had fallen to their knees, their heads bowed, their hands trembling as they pressed them
Chapter 25Alina's POVI felt as though I was standing on the very edge of oblivion. The spectral shape’s roar still reverberated in my ears, a monstrous sound that shattered the eerie silence of the courtyard. In that moment, as the cultists’ chanting fell to a trembling halt and their eyes widened with fear, I knew that my destiny was no longer a matter of choice—it was a demand, an implacable force that would force me to decide in an instant whether I would embrace the power within or be consumed by it.For what felt like an eternity, I stood frozen before the stone platform, my heart pounding so fiercely I could almost hear its rhythm. The ancient altar pulsed beneath my feet, its runes glowing with a fierce intensity that illuminated the terrified faces of the cultists encircling us. Damien’s steady hand on my shoulder reminded me that I was not alone, yet the weight of the moment threatened to crush my resolve. I recalled every warning, every whispered prophecy—the seer’s omino
Chapter 24Alina's POVThe ride to the northern sanctuary felt endless, the landscape around us transforming from familiar forests to jagged cliffs and barren stretches of rock. My mind was a whirlwind of emotions—fear, determination, and a desperate longing for answers. I sat close to Damien, the steady rhythm of his horse’s hooves a small comfort against the chaotic beating of my heart. Every step we took toward the hidden sanctuary increased the weight of destiny on my shoulders. I could still feel the raw power pulsing beneath my skin, the strange burning sensation that had emerged during the fight. It was a constant reminder that something inside me was awakening, something both magnificent and terrifying.Damien rode silently for a long while, his gaze fixed on the horizon. Occasionally, I caught a glimpse of concern in his eyes as he glanced in my direction, as though silently asking if I was ready for what lay ahead. I managed a small nod each time, though inside I was anythin
Chapter 23Damien's POVThe weight of destiny pressed down on me as I led our small contingent further into the sanctuary’s hidden depths. The ancient passageway behind that mysterious door had left me with more questions than answers, and the chill of the unknown still crawled along my spine. Every step we took in the narrow corridor was laden with uncertainty; the air grew colder and thicker with every passing moment as if the very stones whispered secrets of a long-forgotten curse.I rode at the head of our group, my senses alert to every sound—a drip of water, the echo of our footsteps, the distant rustle of unseen movements. The dim glow from the altar’s green light had receded, leaving us to navigate by the flicker of our torches and the vague luminescence of ancient runes carved into the walls. I could see my men exchanging uneasy glances, and I knew they too felt the oppressive energy of the Forsaken. Alina rode close beside me. I caught brief glances of her face in the torch
Chapter 22Alina's POVI couldn’t shake the chill that had taken root in my bones after that night of howls and monstrous charges. The events of yesterday—the mysterious markings, the ritual, the formation of cloaked figures, and the ferocious beast that attacked us—had left my mind racing and my heart pounding with a mix of terror and determination. Now, as dawn broke over the eastern forest, I found myself riding alongside Damien and our contingent of warriors toward the northern sanctuary. The air was heavy with anticipation, and every rustle of leaves seemed to whisper secrets of ancient curses and forgotten magic.I sat close to Damien on my horse, our silence punctuated only by the clatter of hooves and the distant murmur of chanting carried on the wind. My thoughts swirled like the dark waters of an endless sea. I recalled the seer’s ominous words and the way the ancient sigil had burned into my mind, as if imprinting itself upon my very soul. I wondered if that power, that ine