PROLOGUEMy legs trembled as I stood before him, the mate bond between us shrieking in agony at his next words.My heart stopped. In that single word, I heard my sentence being passed.“I reject you! I will never accept you as my Luna!”The force of his rejection slammed into me like a physical blow, shattering my soul. Just hours ago, these same lips had whispered sweet promises against my skin. These same hands had touched me with reverence. Now, Alpha Finn Foster looked at me as if I were something rotten, something despised. Something he hated with a passion.“Alaric Blackstone’s daughter,” he spat the words like venom. “You deceived me.”My mate, the man the Moon Goddess had destined for me, the man who had held me in his arms just a night before, now glared at me as if I were a curse upon his existence. All because I was the daughter of his enemy.I wanted to tell him I hadn’t known—hadn’t known he was my father’s enemy, hadn’t known anything beyond the overwhelming pull of our m
Scarlett’s POVIt was a day like any other, and I was buried in chores when the heavy door creaked open. My stepmother, Luna Elena, strode in, her eyes sharp and lips curved into that cruel smile she wore so well.“We’re going to the ball,” she declared with authority. “And you’re coming with us.”The words hit me like a slap. “What?” My voice barely escaped my lips. A ball? For people like me? It seemed impossible.“Are you deaf?” she hissed, taking a step closer. “Or should I carve it into that thick skull of yours?”“No, Luna— I mean, yes— I mean… why?” I stammered, my thoughts racing. A ball was for nobles and alliances—people who mattered. People like Nina, her perfect daughter. The werewolf kingdom didn’t even know I existed. I was just a secret kept behind closed doors, a stain hidden from the eyes of others.“You dare question me, b*tch?” Her glare burned into my skin.“I’m sorry,” I whispered, head bowed, hands trembling.Her voice turned icy. “You think I want to parade you
Scarlett’s POVHis husky voice made me tremble. “What is your name?”“Scarlett,” I replied softly, and to my surprise, a smile crept across my face. A sudden surge of warmth coursed through me, surprising in its intensity, as if I were reconnecting with a forgotten part of myself.“Finn,” he said, a matching smile lighting up his eyes. “Call me Finn.”“Finn,” I repeated, savoring the sound, letting it roll off my tongue as if it were a name I was meant to say.He stared at me, his deep blue eyes piercing through the walls I had built. They weren’t just beautiful; they were magnetic, drawing me in, making it impossible to look away. I felt my heart flutter, my breath catching as I tried to memorize every detail of his face. It was like he was trying to see beyond my brokenness, searching for the person I could be.“You look beautiful,” he whispered.I blushed. “Thank you. You look handsome as well.”Without saying a word, he reached for my hand, intertwining his fingers with mine. His
Scarlett’s POVThe morning sun pierced through my closed eyelids, awakening me with a pleasant ache in my muscles from last night’s passion. A smile crept onto my lips as I reached for his warmth on the silk sheets. I curled closer to him, feeling my heart race in the peaceful afterglow, his alpha presence making my omega instincts purr. The memory of his touch still lingered on my skin. The places he kissed and the fiery trails his touch left across every inch of me still made my wolf purr.It was real. I had finally found my mate. Someone who could love, cherish, and stand beside me. Someone who could save me from my agony and straighten my omega wolf. I had found that person.He was mine. My fated mate.The memory of meeting him last night was still vivid. The way he gazed at me across the ballroom, the instant connection that sparked between us. We didn’t even need formal introductions before our wolves recognized each other. Mate. The attraction was undeniable.His scent lingered
Scarlett’s povI felt overwhelming fear as I approached my father’s pack. I knew no one would miss me if I disappeared or died. I was unwanted and hated by everyone, even the man I called my father.I greeted a few people with a “Good morning” as I walked to the pack house, but they responded with a dead glare. I waved it off as I walked inside the pack house.I carefully opened the door, peeking inside to check if my stepmother was around. I prayed I wouldn’t run into her—if I did, I’d surely be punished. I had to hurry to my room, change, and clean the house before she realized I hadn’t been home last night.A small smile crept onto my face when I saw the place was empty. I tiptoed inside, making my way to the hellhole I was given as a room—a place with no bed, no pillow, nowhere to truly rest my head.Yes, I smiled. Just a little bit more, and I could enter my room. But my hope was shattered when I heard her voice—the voice that made my knees go weak. Cold sweat broke out on my for
ScarlettI used to think moonlight was beautiful. Stupid, really, how many nights I spent bathing in its glow, whispering prayers like some lovesick fool. Now, I can’t even look at it. I’ve draped black sheets over my windows, but still, that silver light finds ways to creep in, mocking me with its presence.I had spent so many nights gazing up at that same moon, praying to her. Praying for love. For a mate who would cherish me, who would finally make me feel whole. And yet, what had she given me? Rejection. Pain. Loneliness. The universe seemed to mock me, sending me more suffering when I had thought happiness was finally within reach.I was naïve to believe it could be different. I had wanted to trust her, the moon goddess. All those stories about her watching over us, guiding us toward our destined mates—lies. She hadn’t been watching over me. If she had, she would have seen the heartbreak I endured. The betrayal. She would have known how much I longed for acceptance and love.Inst
Scarlett “Get off me,” he growled, kicking me away with a force that sent me sprawling. I couldn’t stop the tears. I didn’t cry from the pain of the fall—I had long since become numb to that—but from the unbearable weight of it all. “Please, just kill me,” I whispered, choking on the words. “I don’t belong here. None of you need me.” Nina’s voice interrupted my despair, sounding deceptively sweet. “What are you saying?” She approached me with a concerned expression on her face. “Why would Dad want to harm you?” Her words seemed insincere, the kindness in her tone concealing a hidden malice. She extended her hand as if to offer me assistance. I hesitated, glancing at her hand. “Let me help you, sister.” “Ah!” I cried as I lost my balance, falling back hard against the cold floor. Nina looked down at me, her face now twisted in annoyance. “What are you doing, sis?” she demanded. “Did you intentionally fall to spill your blood on my new dress?” Her gaze swept over the stained fabri
ScarlettI stared at the small stick in my trembling hands, my breath caught in my throat. Two lines.Two pink lines. That’s all it takes to shatter my world for the second time in as many months. I stared at the pregnancy test until my vision blurred, willing the lines to fade, to reveal this as just another cruel joke. But they remained, blunt and undeniable against the white plastic.My legs gave out, and I slid down the bathroom wall to the cold tile floor. His child. Our child. The thought sent a wave of nausea through me that had nothing to do with morning sickness. My hands instinctively moved to my still-flat stomach, and I was struck by the strange duality of the moment—how something so small could feel so impossibly heavy. There was life inside me. A piece of him, a piece of the one who had discarded me like trash.“What am I going to do?” I whispered to the empty bathroom. The words echoed off the tiles, coming back to me with no more answers than when they left my lips. A
NinaIn the blink of an eye, he stripped me of my clothes. “I won’t get angry,” he said, pausing as his gaze locked onto mine. His eyes were filled with desire as he roughly grabbed my breasts. A low moan escaped me, primal and raw, as if I were a wolf in heat.“Because you dared to call me a guard to your sister,” he added.“Mmm.” I covered my mouth, embarrassed by the sounds I was making. I couldn’t believe I was moaning. Worse, I was beginning to love everything about his touch.“I own you. You’re my property, sunshine. My whore.”I could have been angry at his words, furious even, but instead, they fanned the flames of pleasure inside me. I gasped as his hand suddenly shoved inside my core.“This hole belongs to me.”Before I could react, I was thrown onto the bed. Jack approached me like a wounded wolf, his body and eyes shimmering with desire. I watched, unable to look away, as he undressed himself one after the other.He smirked as he caught me staring. “I know you love it,” he
NinaI stood there, nervously fidgeting with the edge of my sleeve, feeling the weight of Jack’s piercing gaze on me. His usual calm demeanor was gone, replaced by frustration.His jaw was clenched, and his eyes burned with anger. The tension in the room was suffocating, and I could feel my heart pounding in my chest, betraying my calm exterior.“You knew all this time, Nina?” Jack’s voice was low, dangerously calm, but I could hear the underlying fury. “You knew your sister was the Luna of the Crescent Pack, and you never told me?”My throat felt dry, and the words stuck. The lie I’d told him earlier suddenly feeling like an impossible weight. How could I explain the fear that had kept me quiet?That deep-rooted fear of how he would react, how it could affect everything - especially with Lucas involved?“I... I didn’t know how to tell you, Jack,” I finally managed to speak, my voice shaky. I looked away from him, guilt pressing against my chest. “I was scared. Scared of how you’d rea
Scarlett“Jack helped me escape,” she explained, gratitude evident in the way she looked at him. “He worked in the pack as a guard and risked everything to get me out. But if I go back home, our parents will just send me back to Lucas. They won’t believe me about what he’s really like. They never listen...”I studied her face intently, searching for any sign of deception. The old Nina had been a masterful manipulator, but this woman before me seemed stripped of all pretense. Her pain felt raw and real, radiating from her in waves that my wolf could sense. This wasn’t the step-sister who had tormented me - this was someone who had been broken and rebuilt herself from the shards.Without conscious thought, I found myself saying, “I forgive you.”Nina’s head snapped up, disbelief written across her features.“The past is the past,” I continued, surprised by how much I meant it. “No one deserves what you went through, Nina. No one.”“I... thank you,” she whispered, fresh tears spilling do
ScarlettA knock at the door broke through the afternoon quiet, drawing my attention to Alisha. “Luna?”“Who is it?” I called out.“It’s me,” came her familiar voice.“Come in.” The door creaked open as Snow entered, her head bowed respectfully. “What do you want, Snow?”“Luna,” she said, maintaining her deferential posture. “Someone is here for you.”I straightened myself before I rose on my feet, instantly alert. “Who?” Visitors were rare enough, but I had no one who would seek me out. “Name?”“Nina,” Snow replied softly. “She identified herself as your sister.”The name struck me like a punch. The last time I saw her was that night.My hands grew cold as memories flooded back - Nina’s cruel smirk, her vindictive pleasure in my pain, her part in the attempted kidnapping. She should be in Stone Ridge Pack, not here at my doorstep.“Where is she?” I demanded, my voice coming out sharper than intended.“At the pack border.”“Let her in and take her to the pack hall,” I instructed. “I w
Nina. Rage boiled through my veins at his statement. I was his? Like hell! My emotions took control, and before I could think, I lunged forward and slammed my fist into his face. He staggered backward, shock flashing across his features. I stood frozen, heart thundering in my chest, each breath coming in short gasps as heat crept up my neck and burned across my cheeks. “How could you, bastard? I am your mate!” I yelled. “My mate?” The word dripped with contempt as he rubbed his reddening cheek. “Do I look like someone desperate enough to claim you?” Something shattered inside my chest like splintering glass. The pain ripped through me, white-hot and searing, his rejection striking deeper than any physical disaster could have. Each heartbeat sent fresh waves of agony coursing through my body, as if lightning had found its home in my veins. I felt the pain. I was overwhelmed by a mix of anger and sadness, my heart aching with the sting of his words. A cold emptiness settled in my ch
Nina“Make sure you bring her back,” Lucas said, his voice dripping with warning. His eyes raked over me with barely concealed disgust, as if I were something he’d scraped off his boot. “If you fail—” He paused, letting the threat hang in the air. “I will make you regret what happened to Scar.”My hands clenched at my sides, rage burning in my chest. The audacity of this man, trying to blame me for his own cruelty toward his mistress. But I swallowed my anger, forced my lips into a demure smile. “Yes, master. I won’t disappoint you.”Today was the day. Finally, I would drag that privileged bitch from her Luna throne. If only Scarlett had done as she was told, if she’d just listened to Father and taken my place as Lucas’s plaything, none of this would have happened. I’d never known such suffering until Lucas broke me.“Don’t make me regret betting on your sister,” he said with a scoff, rising from his chair.I watched him approach, noting the predatory gleam in his eyes. Oh, Scarlett,
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ScarlettThe pack hall felt warm and inviting as Alisha stood before me. Her appearance had changed. She looked thinner, more cautious, her eyes holding a complexity I hadn’t seen before.She stood before me, a ghost from my past. Her presence was both tormenting and promising redemption. The air between us was heavy with unspoken memories and pain that words couldn’t convey.“Scarlett,” she whispered, her voice trembling with emotion. “Is that you, sister?”“Yes,” I whispered softly. Looking at how broken she was tore at my heart. It shattered me to see her in this state, and I wished I could kill Dickson over and over again.As I reached out to embrace Alisha, she stepped back, her eyes filling with a mix of pain, anger, and fear.“Don’t come near me,“ she snapped, her voice a fragile weapon.The rejection felt like a sharp knife cutting through me. I could see the memories flooding her eyes - memories of what she had done to me under Dickson’s command. The months of trauma had left
ScarlettThe packhouse cells were filled with a chilling silence as I made my way back to Rebecca’s cell. My steps were deliberate, my intentions clear and focused. Finn’s protective instincts had been subdued, but my desire for revenge was sharp and exact.I unlocked the cell door with deliberate movements. Rebecca’s screams echoed off the cold, unyielding walls of her cell, creating a symphony of anguish in my ears. She was shackled to a chair in the center of the damp room, her frail body trembling. Her once haughty demeanor had vanished, replaced by raw, unfiltered fear. It was a poetic sight to see the predator become the prey.“Scarlett,” she rasped, her voice weak from hours of crying. Her tear-streaked face tilted up to meet my gaze, her once-pristine blonde hair now tangled and matted. “Please... I’ve had enough. Let me go. I’ll do anything!”Anything.The word lingered in my mind, tickling a dark satisfaction in my chest. Anything? What a hollow promise from someone who had