Chapter: A BURNING DISLIKEPIPER’S POVGreat first day of work. I got to learn, I met new people, and best of all I got to watch the charming, arrogant, bastard embarrass himself as he pulled his coffee-soaked blazer away from his body and scrambled up from his seat. One could say it was a fascinating and thrilling first day of work. Though it wasn't my intention to give him first-degree burns, I wouldn't say I didn't enjoy the sight of a squirming Rowan. Call me whatever, but I didn't care much for what happened to him.The meeting was cut short, leaving me to drive Rowan to the nearest pharmacy to get his burn checked. I watched silently as the pharmacist put on ointment and dressed the reddened area on his chest. He was practically boiling with anger while they attended to him. His piercing eyes drilled into the side of my skull while I busied myself with the iPad he'd given me for work.Thankfully coffee hadn't gotten all over it, as for his laptop, I could say otherwise. While he sits there grumbling a
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Chapter: MARRIAGE OF DUTYROWAN'S POVThe sound of muffled footsteps hurrying down the stairs caught my attention. With a piece of toast hanging from my lips, I raised my gaze from my cup of coffee to the redhead who had just made her way downstairs. She was late, as previously expected. Though it was early in the morning and cool out, sweat dotted her forehead. She pants softly in exertion and rounds I and the dining table towards the food that had already been plated for her 15 minutes earlier. It had gone cold, but I doubt she'd notice. I don't bother starting a conversation or raising the issue of her tardiness. I'd give her the benefit of the doubt being that we'd just gotten married yesterday and we'd both come home from the reception very late.Piper tucks a strand of her disheveled auburn hair behind her ear and immediately begins inhaling her breakfast. I watch silently as she stuffs food into her mouth, not sparing me a single glance as she eats. Soon after she's downing her coffee, she stands u
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Chapter: BENEATH THE VEILPIPER'S POV"...and do you take Rowan Archer to be your lawfully wedded husband, in sickness and in health, till death do you part?" I kept my gaze on the floor, my netty veil obscuring my view. Here I stood, up on an altar, hands intertwined in the hands of a man who was about to ruin my life for good. "I do." The words came out choked and weak. The crowd awws, some hooting and clapping, wildly. I couldn't raise my head to look at anyone, not my family, not my friends, and not Rowan. "You may now kiss the bride." The veil is pulled over my head just as the priest finishes his sentence. Rowan’s rough fingers grip my chin, painful and uncaring. His eyes are hard and emotionless as he forces my head up and places a chaste kiss on my lips. Disgusting bastard. I should've run for my life when I had the chance, but what choice did I have when I was met with those odds? ___"You can decide what you want to do. Your family can pay the 150 million dollars for breaching the terms of the c
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Chapter: THE UNSEEN PATHPIPER'S POVStanding in the middle of my room in all this dubious glory was Rowan Archer. He cocks his head to the side, his lips still pulled into that irritating smirk. I'm yet to take a step, I can barely move though I can feel my insides heating up with barely contained anger. "W-What are you doing here?" I ask just as another one of those bulky men pushes past me and into the room. He has a cardboard box in his hand, which soon carries the textbooks to my bed, and the few that lay at the foot of my bed. "I'm here to pick up my new bride." He states coolly. "Your bride?! What do you mean by that?!" My voice raises a pitch, though it stays steady and wavering. Everything's happening so fast, my body feels light and the room spins. I place a hand on my forehead, glaring at him from beneath my lashes. "I have no idea what you're on about. Please leave before the police get involved. You're trespassing on private property.""Oh, am I?" He feigns ignorance, yet his voice remains dr
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Chapter: THE DEMON COMES KNOCKING PIPER'S POV"We're going bankrupt." I can't act surprised, even if I tried. It was no surprise our family business had gone under. Unlike everyone else who turned a blind eye to Lucia's money laundering, I was all too aware of the money being pushed into her account daily. I tried telling my father, hell, I told my mother. But neither did they believe me. They were bent on staying on her side even though the woman was the very thing that destroyed our happy family. Lucia Herrera, my father's second wife. Beautiful with perfect olive skin, straight silky black hair, enchanting green eyes, and full lips. She had a slim, wild beauty, with fine hips and shapely thighs. She lived up to her Miss World title and embodied physical beauty like no other could. My mom, blessed with fiery auburn hair and freckles that dotted her cheeks, had dark brown eyes, thin rosy pink lips, and cute dimples.We were the same person. But even with that type of striking beauty, she was no match for Lucia, and
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The Slave Who Owned The Moon
She was a slave to the pack that slaughtered her family. A rogue Omega, broken, but set for revenge.
Amaya’s world was turned upside down when the Grayhide Pack wiped out her rogue clan, taking her captive. Forced to serve under the Alpha who commanded the attack, she hides her pain beneath a mask of obedience, until fate takes a cruel turn in the darkest way.
Rejected in secret at the mating ceremony, the bond should have broken. But it didn’t.
Every whisper, every touch, every graze the Alpha gives his betrothed, waves of agony meet Amaya. She is forced to watch. Every dream she has is permeated by his presence; he is at every corner she turns to.
Haunted by vengeance, Amaya begins to work in secret, but the more she moves, the more shattering truths are uncovered. What if everything she has been made to believe was a lie? What if she isn’t the only one set out for revenge? What if the person her soul truly craves is totally different from the mate the moon goddess has fated for her?
As her forbidden powers awaken, rewriting the very fragment of fate itself and creating a forge between the past and the present, Amaya must choose between blood and destiny.
Because in the Grayhide Pack, some secrets are deadly, and some bonds refuse to be broken.
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Chapter: CHAPTER FIVEAmaya’s POVIt takes me longer than expected to sneak out of the west wing. After waiting for a few more minutes to ensure Lucian is finally gone, I make my way out of the room and back to the first floor, only to find out that the door had jammed.For a second, I think that I am going to be trapped in here, with all the thoughts and seemingly buried secrets, and that when I pound on the door for help, Evelara will be the one to hear me.But after a few more tries, the door opens under my palms and I slip out, moving through the same path I came in through. The crest now lies in the pocket of my pants, the lightweight bearing more on my mind.I am almost back in the kitchen when I hear laughter traveling from the living area. It has to be the first time I have heard such easy sound in the pack house, as everyone is always so uptight and scared of Darian. Rather than go to the kitchen, I edge instead towards the sound, stopping just before the archway that leads into the living room.
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Chapter: CHAPTER FOURAmaya’s POVI hold my breath, still crouched on the floor, and count to ten in my head. I can no longer hear the footsteps, but I know better than to move in that moment. “Shit!” I whisper.In my head, I try to think of possible excuses to explain why I am in the west wing of the packhouse, when I know no one comes in here. If Evelara finds me in here, I might as well just say goodbye to my chances of getting revenge on the pack.She already despises me so much, and one wrong move is bound to force her to throw me out of the packhouse, maybe meeting the same fate as the rest of the rogue pack.The footsteps resume again, and I almost start hyperventilating. The crest is still in my palm, held so tight like it’s my lifeline. It stops at the other side of the door, and I stare at the handle, waiting for it to be twisted. My wolf is alert, her senses heightened as my pulse races. Fear slowly dissipates from me as another emotion takes over.Curiosity.It feels like the person is giving
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Chapter: CHAPTER THREEAmaya’s POVThe bond should have broken. I felt the shift the moment he said those words right after he wiped my tears. I stood there long after Evelara left, waiting for the pain to end, or at least, show signs that it was finally at the end.But it didn’t.Instead, it changed. Now, the pain has dulled under my skin, rearing its head on days when I feel like I am drowning under water. On the nights when it starts, I find myself back in the woods, curled against the tree where he left me. I don’t cry anymore. I have promised myself that that day would be the last time I would cry for Darian. Right now, I am filled with fury and hate, deepened by the fact that I can still feel the bond clinging to me, pulsing through my bones.My wolf enjoys the feeling, but I don’t. I want to get back at Alpha Darian and strike where it hurts. By the time I make it back to the pack house, the crack of dawn is already visible through the skies. The hallways are quiet as I walk through the wooden flo
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Chapter: CHAPTER TWOAmaya’s POVUnder the full moon, I watch my mate get mated to someone else. I should feel relieved, since Alpha Darian is the man I plan on killing. But I find myself clutching onto my chest even harder.The pain hasn’t gone down. It is insistent, as if forcing me to pay attention to every single thing that will happen from this point.I try to take a deep breath as his fingers graze Evelara’s waist, as he pulls her flush against himself while the rest of the pack cheer, as the words of the ritual fall from their lips and remain stuck in the air. His gaze falls on mine as Evelara is pronounced the Luna of the Grayhide Pack, but I cannot bear to keep watching. So, I slip away from the crowd, edging towards the woods where I know no one can find me.They won't even bother looking for me in the first place since no one will realize that I am gone. I am the most invincible slave in the pack house, and maybe I should be grateful for that, too.I keep walking, allowing my tears freedom for
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Chapter: CHAPTER ONEAmaya’s POV“Where the hell is she?” I hear Evelara yell, her voice reverberating through the pack house. There are over twenty ladies attending to her every need, but I know I am the one she’s referring to. The orphan. The only one who didn’t have to beg her way to be made a slave in the pack house. I am not even supposed to be in here. My place has always been by the pack's healer's side, using my gifts to treat illnesses. Yet, here I am, an addition to a line of slaves. With one hand folded in a fist, and the other balancing a basket on my waist, I increase my pace, running into her bedroom. She sits before the vanity, staring at her reflection. The moment Evelara sees me, she holds her hand up to stop the ladies working on her hair. They take a few steps back, their faces staring at the plain wooden ground. They know better than to interrupt.Her hand collides with my face, forcing me to look the other way. It stings. I feel it in every fragment of my being. “My mating ceremo
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