Aveline
I sat curled in the corner of the too-soft bed, the fading sunlight slicing through the window blinds like prison bars. My fingers dug into the sheets, trying to anchor myself as my thoughts ran in circles.
My life was over.
There was no other way to describe it.
I had been hunted for a decade, stripped of family, safety, and any semblance of peace. And now, in a cruel twist of fate, I was shackled to the very monster who’d spent those ten years dreaming of my death.
Matteo Cruz Valentino.
The Biker Alpha. El Lobo. My mate.
I clenched my jaw as the memory of that kiss burned behind my eyes. It had been fire and ice, chaos and control. He didn’t kiss me like someone fulfilling a bond. He kissed me like someone trying to punish me—with tongue, teeth, and fury.
I could still feel his hands in my hair. Still taste the bitterness of his hate.
And now I was supposed to what? Stand next to him while he pretended to claim me in some twisted mating ceremony?
The knock on the door start
