Flipping it around, she saw a weird drawing on it. A woman was tied up in a throne with blood seeping down her chest.The lady snatched the card away from her and Leah saw the way her expression changed when she saw what card Leah had picked.“What does it mean?”“It’s worse than I expected” she sighed, looking up at me, “You hold really strong grudges against the Alpha ”Leah scoffed, "That's not new news""You want revenge, you want to take what he cares the most about. His crown"Leah's fingers trembled and she gulped, telling herself not to believe her. She might be a fakeMaybe she will ask her for money next to perform rituals so she can change her fate. She knew that was how they work.“I’m not a fake, Leah, and you’ll find out soon.”“Why do you keep saying soon?” Leah asked. “I might as well just find out now.”“Things need to follow an order. Just like how your father died first”Leah clenched her fists at the mention of hery father but she also tried to control herself, bre

When the black wolf let out a growl, Leah felt the ground beneath her tremble and she held the tree for support when he clashed with the others.The next moment was a blur to her. At first, She wondered how one could be so insanely fast, then she wondered how one could be so precise, killing quickly and then she wondered how one could be so ruthless.The ground was covered in blood. When her eyes took in this scene, memories flashed in her mind. Memories that still haunted her. The death of her father, the defeat of her pack and the loss of their freedom.Her heart felt as if it was ripping into a million pieces as she struggled to breath.But her trail of thought stopped when she felt the big black wolf's eyes on her. Leah swallowed nervously as she felt her legs grow weak and it's dark eyes glared at her.'was it coming for her too?' The thought made Leah shudder again, She thought the Wolf was her black knight but she must have been a fool to think so.'who gets such a large wolf

But she also knew it was wrong.What would her people say to this?But Leah didn’t want to move, for fear that his hands would stop there, that he would leave her in the dress that now had streak of dirt and dried up blood from her scrapped knee. She feared that he wouldn’t reach for the ties at her aching breasts.He took a deep, ragged breath and then his hands were on her waist, gently guiding her onto the couch, pressing until she was lying half on top of the couch as Greg hovered over her,his knees on either side of her legs.His eyes lowered.Her stomach dipped as he reached for the straps of her gown and slowlyslid them down her shoulders. She felt even more light-headed as his hand moved to the velvet bodice of her gown. He carefully undid the hidden clasps that held it together,and eased it down over her shoulders, revealing her delicate pale shoulders. It should have made it easier to breathe,but instead she forgot how.What was breathing? What were words? The only thing

He was the one who broke her by taking her Father from her and as if to make sure of it, the word burst out of her.“You killed my father!”The accusation, the ugly truth, had been pressing up beneath the underside of her skin for weeks. Every time she looked at Greg and felt that softness the mate bond provided they screamed in her ears. All those accusations: 'You killed my father, you lied to me, you used me.YOU.KILLED.MY.FATHER.They drowned out her senses and she backed away from him, even when he wasn't facing her.The silence hung there between them, palpable and cutting as razor blades.“You. Killed. My. Father.”She didn’t even realize she was speaking aloud this time, the words scraping from between her clenched teeth.Her knuckles whitening at her too clenched fists, shoulders roseand fell heavily. Her chest hurt—Goddess, her chest hurt so, so much. She could hear her wolf whimpering too, She'd let out too much and now she struggled to wrangle it all back under cont