Fiona Thornwood never wanted a mate, especially not Logan Blackridge, the ruthless and dangerous Alpha of a rival pack but when her uncle makes a deal to force them together, Fiona is thrown into a life she never asked for. Logan is powerful, feared and hiding a dark past. Fiona is strong, stubborn and refuses to be controlled. They can’t stand each other but the mate bond won’t let them walk away. As danger grows and a prophecy connects their fates, Fiona and logan must decide: fight each other or fight side by side to win their rival packs. Can hate turn into something more or will their bond tear them and their world apart. Let's unravel this tale of rejection, powers between burning emotions they both can't resist.
ดูเพิ่มเติมFiona’s POV
“Fiona!” Magnus’s voice thundered through the hallway, sharp and commanding. Even from behind the closed door, it made me shiver. His tone wasn’t a request; it was an order like always. My stomach twisted, the knot of anger I kept buried tightening. I took a breath, letting the icy air of my room fill my lungs. Whatever he wanted, I would face it the way I always had: head held high, no matter how much it cost me.
I pushed open the door and made my way toward the grand hall, my shoes making sounds against the wooden floor. The sound echoed in the empty corridor, each step a reminder of the silence that ruled this house unless Magnus chose to break it. The shadowy lights overhead flickered as I passed, casting faint shadows that seemed to shrink under his rule, just like everyone else.
When I entered the hall, I found him pacing in front of the massive fireplace. His presence filled the room, heavy and suffocating. He turned as I approached, his dark eyes locking onto me and I felt the weight of his gaze settle on me.
“You called for me?” I asked, keeping my voice steady. I wouldn’t give him the satisfaction of seeing any fear in me.
Magnus stopped pacing and crossed his arms over his chest. “Do you know why you’re here?”
“No,” I replied, moving my head slightly. “But I’m sure you’re about to tell me.”
His jaw tightened at my tone, but I didn’t care. Let him be angry.
“You’re to be mated to Logan Blackridge,” he said, his voice as blunt as a hammer.
The words hung in the air, heavy and suffocating. For a moment, I just looked at him, my mind struggling to process what he’d said. Logan Blackridge. The name alone was enough to send a shiver down my spine. The infamous Alpha of the Blackridge pack, known for his ruthlessness, his unyielding power, and his cold, calculating nature. And now, according to Magnus, I was supposed to be bound to him.
“You’re joking,” I said finally, my voice low but sharp.
“This isn’t a joke, Fiona,” Magnus shouted. “The alliance with the Blackridge pack is necessary. Their resources and warriors are the only thing keeping Thornwood safe from rogue attacks. This is about survival.”
“Survival?” I spat, my voice rising. “No, this is about you. About your pride, your ambition. You’re not doing this for the pack—you’re doing it for yourself. And you’re using me to do it.”
Magnus’s expression darkened, and before I knew it, he was in front of me. His hand shot out, gripping my arm tightly. “Watch your tone,” he growled. “You may not like it, but this isn’t up for discussion. You will do what’s required of you, Fiona. That’s final.”
I yanked my arm free, my chest filled with rage. “You can force me to stand next to him, but you’ll never make me submit,” I said, my voice trembling with anger. “You’ll regret this, Magnus.”
Before he could respond, I turned on my heel and stormed out of the hall. My shoes struck the floor hard with every step, the sound echoing like the pounding of my heart. The air outside hit me like a slap when I stepped out, cold and sharp. I didn’t stop walking until I reached the edge of the forest, where the snow was a blanket of white beneath the tall, silent trees.
I leaned against one of the trees, I closed my eyes and let the rough bark press into my back. The cold air stung my cheeks, and my breath came out in short, visible puffs. I tried to calm the storm raging inside me, but the anger refused to settle. Tears pricked my eyes, hot and unwelcome, but I blinked them away. Crying wouldn’t change anything. It wouldn’t undo Magnus’s decree or the way he had stripped me of my choice.
“Fiona?” A soft voice broke through the quiet.
I opened my eyes to see Lila, my younger sister, making her way toward me. Her dark hair framed her pale face, her eyes filled with worry. She wrapped her cloak tightly around her as she stepped carefully through the snow.
“I heard what happened,” she said when she reached me. Her voice was quiet, but it carried the weight of her concern. “Are you okay?”
I shook my head, unable to find the words. Lila stepped closer and wrapped her arms around me, pulling me into a warm, firm hug. Her embrace was steady, calming me in a way I hadn’t realized I needed.
I stood by the window covered with frost, tracing my fingers over its glass. The cold pierced through to my skin but I didn’t pull away. Outside, the trees moved in unison , their branches reaching toward the grey sky. They stood tall, unmoved by the chaos that swirled inside these walls. I envied them, their stillness, the quietness they maintained. I wished I could feel the same.
“You’re stronger than this,” she said, her voice firm but gentle. “Magnus thinks he can control you because that’s all he knows how to do. But he doesn’t understand you, Fiona. Don’t let him break you.”
Her words lit a spark inside me, small but bright. I pulled back slightly, looking into her eyes. “I won’t let him win,” I said, my voice steadier now. “If Magnus thinks I’ll just go along with this, he’s wrong. And if Logan Blackridge thinks I’m some weak little pawn, he’s in for a surprise.”
Lila smiled faintly and squeezed my shoulders. “Good. That’s the Fiona I know, remember you’re not alone in this no matter what happens, I’ve got your back.”
She gave me one last hug before turning to head back to the house. I stayed where I was, staring into the forest. Magnus might think he held all the power, but he was wrong. I wasn’t going to let him or anyone else decide my fate.
Fiona's pov The forest was still now. Silent in a way that didn’t feel natural.Not a bird’s wing or a breeze. Just the steady drip of blood from Logan’s shirt onto the ground and the sound of my own heartbeat breaking apart inside my chest.“Logan…”His name had become a prayer. A plea. A lifeline I was desperately trying to throw across the space between this world and whatever edge he was standing on.He didn’t stir.His body lay motionless, his skin too pale under the open sky. The blood had soaked through his side and darkened the earth beneath him, but even that seemed distant now faded, like the moment was trying to forget itself.I had screamed. I had fought. I had thrown power like I had no limit, no control, no care and it still hadn’t been enough.Now the adrenaline was gone. The magic inside me quiet and I was just… empty.I sat by his side, one hand holding his, the other pressed over the deep wound at his ribs. My fingers had long since stopped glowing. There was no lig
Fiona's pov The fog clung to the treetops like a warning no one could read.Something was wrong.Not the kind of wrong you could explain. The kind that lived in your bones.I stood on the manor’s back steps with bare arms crossed, the early light spilling pale and cold across the woods. Logan had gone out before dawn, quiet and alone, despite everything. Despite what we’d learned about Rowan, about Mia.He said he needed to clear his head.But I felt it before anything else. Like something inside me tore.I stumbled, clutching the doorframe as the breath left my lungs.Then I ran.The ridge woods were quieter than they should’ve been. The wind held its breath, the trees watching.I followed the scent first was Logan’s blood.It led me to the clearing.He lay still in the grass, crumpled and unmoving. His shirt was soaked through, his chest rising in faint, shallow pulls. Red streaked the ground beneath him, too much to make sense of.“Logan!”I dropped to my knees, my hands hovering
Fiona's pov“Do you love me?”His voice shattered the quietness between us.I stopped in the hallway like someone had punched the breath from my lungs.Logan stood at the far end, shoulder against the wall, his eyes dull like burnt-out stars. He wasn’t bleeding anymore, not on the outside. But the bandage around his side and the set of his jaw told me the wound Mia left behind went deeper than I’d realized.I swallowed hard. “Logan…”“Don’t lie.”The ache in his voice made it worse.“I’m not lying.”“You’re not telling the truth, either.”I closed my eyes. The wind outside howled through the eaves, but it was nothing compared to the storm I felt brewing in my chest. I took a step forward, then stopped, then took another.“I care about you,” I said. “You know that.”“That’s not what I asked.”I hated him for that. For being brave enough to say it out loud while I still hadn’t found the courage to admit what I couldn’t feel. Or maybe… what I was afraid to feel.He looked at me like he a
Fiona's pov “He should’ve been back by now.”I said it aloud this time, not just in my head, and my voice came out sharper than I meant it to. My eyes locked on the door like I could will it open, but it didn’t move. Just the hollow creak of the wind outside and the tick of the grandfather clock in the hall.Rowan sighed behind me. “You said that twenty minutes ago.”“And twenty minutes ago, he should’ve already been here.”“He knew what he was doing, Fi....”I spun on him. “Did he?”Rowan froze mid-step. His dark eyes narrowed a little, and I could tell I’d struck a nerve, but I didn’t care. I was too far past politeness. Too far past pretending I wasn’t ready to tear the walls down if it meant finding Logan.“He went to Mia, Rowan,” I said, voice tight. “That’s not a ‘quick talk.’ That’s walking into a nest with your throat already exposed.”Rowan didn’t answer right away. Instead, he looked at me like he wanted to argue but knew better. I hated that. I hated the silence more than
Fiona's pov“Logan should’ve been back by now.”The wind was sharp on the cliffs, the scent of brine cutting through the pine trees. I stood on the jagged ridge that overlooked the sea, eyes locked on the distant border where our land bled into theirs. The opposite pack’s territory that was once neutral, now a fraying line between peace and provocation.He went to warn them, and went alone.I gripped the ridge’s edge, stone biting into my palms.“I told him not to go,” I muttered.Lila, behind me, shifted her weight. “You told him, and he went anyway. That’s what makes him Logan.”“That’s what makes him reckless.”“He’s trying to keep you safe, Fi.”I clenched my jaw.That wasn’t the part I was angry about.I was angry because he didn’t take me with him.Because if there was ever a time not to face Mia’s remaining allies alone… it was now.He went to them under a white banner. One last chance to settle the unrest. One final warning.But their loyalty was fraying.Too many of Mia’s old
Fiona's pov “Something’s wrong,” Kael said.He was crouched in the dead grass, gloved fingers brushing the edge of the circular stone embedded in the earth. The seal was so faded it barely looked like anything at all, just another forgotten mark worn down by wind and time.But I could feel it.I didn’t need to see the runes. I could feel them under my skin.I stepped closer, ignoring the sharp whisper of Logan’s warning behind me.“Careful,” he said, rising to his feet.I went to my knees in the dust beside Kael. The seal was smooth, unnaturally so, and ice-cold under my fingertips. A low vibration hummed through it, like a heartbeat buried miles deep.“This is it,” I whispered.“The tether?” Nira asked quietly, standing at Logan’s side.I nodded. “The twin of time. It’s underneath us.”Logan’s hand settled on my shoulder. “And what exactly does that mean?”I looked up at him.“It means the other half of the first realm. The one Mia corrupted. The one I sealed.” I swallowed. “That re
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