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Ana’s POV“ Stop fucking around Robert. I’m married now,” I shouted, aggressively pushing him away from me. But he glanced at me with his hungry eyes and forced himself on me.Groping my breasts in both hands, he started sucking my nipples. Making them hard, swollen and erected. I bite on my lower lip because this is my sensitive region; I can’t help getting wet when Robert keeps licking on my nipples.Even after drowning in a pool of romance, I had to snap out of reality. After such struggle for power, respect, fame; I don’t fucking want to ruin it myself. Controlling my emotions, I kicked Robert back and buttoned up my shirt.“Robert, from now on I’m not playing with you. Forget the intimate relationship between us; it was a past for me. I’m married, wife of Mr Japhet Lukers,” I said seriously, hoping Robert would let go of me.“But he is not here and…..”“ Do you perhaps believe we are safe in this secret cafe? Can’t you see the CCTV cameras in the corner?” I pointed at the ceiling

Ana’s POV9:30 am, in Étudiants d’élite University.Upon arriving in the university, I was circled by a crowd of paparazzi who were asking me the fucking same question.“Miss Ana Chris, are you really married to American billionaire Mr Japhet Lukers?”I glanced at my bodyguard Lucas, who was standing outside my car. He nodded his head and asked other men to push paparazzi guys out of my way. I don’t know how the hell they found out about my marriage; it was a good idea to bring my bodyguards together with me.“ Ana, you better put on the mask otherwise those rude paparazzi guys would have clicked your pictures,” Aly whispered.“Don’t worry Ivana. It’s like my uniform code now, I don’t go anywhere without a mask.”Saying that I walked in, through the corridors of my classroom.“Hey, but you really got married?” Ava asked me.I kept quiet and only nodded my head in yes. These two girls were my closest friends although I know they are sticking with me because of my reputation and wealth.

Ana’s POVWith that lousy, frustrated face I returned back to my mansion where my dad was waiting with a rifle in his hand. I was already fed up with this shitty contract marriage which forbids me from having affairs with other men.If I did anything slutty, my dad will be the first to shoot me dead. I know this for sure because right now my dad was pointing his rifle at me.I barely entered the hall room and got to se his pissed off face.“Ana, Where were you for two days and nights? Have you got no shame? Were you perhaps playing with men, naked in the clubhouse?”Yeah that’s how mafia dads talk with their daughters who have been a whore for their whole life. In the world’s eyes my dad is respected chairman Mark Chris, a billionaire who loves his daughter blindly.But who knows how he has treated me since my childhood. He neglected me and handed me in care of Lucas. Not a maid, not a nanny but a male bodyguard. I glanced at my mom who was staring at me like I am her sin. My mother w

Japhet’s POV“Crazy woman.”The hiss slipped from between my teeth as I pressed my fingers to my neck. Blood smeared across my fingertips thin, sharp, deliberate. Not deep enough to kill me, but deep enough to bruise my pride.She actually cut me.I stepped out of the alley, still stunned. I’ve been stabbed, shot, hunted, and betrayed before…But no woman had ever dared to mark me.“Boss! Why are you here instead of the clubhouse?”Alex jumped out of the SUV and rushed toward me. He reached for his handkerchief to dab the blood, but I shoved him aside.“Don’t touch it.” I slid into the backseat and slammed the door. “The woman who took my virginity gave me this. I’m wearing it like a medal.”Alex froze. I ignored him.Anastasia Chris…She was nothing like the trembling, delicate woman I assumed she was. She fought like someone who’d survived hell. Her stance, her reflex, her blade work everything screamed trained. Assassin? Mafia? Bodyguard? Something dangerous lived behind those eyes

Ana’s POV"Do you know what I had to do in order to meet you again?" He scowled as his grip on my neck tightened. I was slowly getting out of breath but I don't know why my body was loving his torture.I've never felt this turned on and hot before for any man. I guess I'm a masochist who derives sexual gratification from their own pain or humiliation. I noticed from a side glance that the driver was trembling in terror as he looked at the rummaging Xavier through the car's front mirror. There was no wonder I didn't know about Xavier Hill.The infamous Mafia Boss of American territory known as DarZ. Even the top mafias trembled at the name of Xavier H While being the god boss of all underground activities, nobody has seen the face of Xavier Hill. I can't believe I'm with him, under his sexy body."Why are you quiet? Don't you know how to answer when asked?" He grabbed my hair with his other hand and yanked me up He himself got seated and shoved my face on his hard bulge. Making me kn

Ana’s POVThis voice. I think I have heard this before Oh wait up. Is he that man from the car night stand? I turned my face at him and slowly pulled off his mask."You.?"" Yes. I had some unfinished business which I left few days ago because of some depressed woman."I removed my hand from his face and turned my face other side. " What do you mean by depressed woman? I just booked a ride home!""And staring at me with those beautiful eyes. No man in their right would ignore such open call of young lady, " he chuckle cupping my chin.Forcing me to look at him he whispered softly," Do you know how crazy I? Who gave you permission to leave me by myself that morning?"His domineering voice had me shuddered in horror. He was more pissed off and barely holding back his anger. I can't clearly see his facial expressions but I am sure he's going to punish me. Before he gets a taste of my nervousness, I should show him my not so good attitude." Forgot about that night and let me go, besides

(Maxwell’s POV)The heavy iron doors of my gym creaked open as I stepped inside, the scent of sweat and steel greeting me like an old friend. The place was already alive—weights clanging, punching bags taking the brunt of frustrations, the low hum of men murmuring in corners.But this wasn’t just a gym. Not really.To outsiders, it was my legitimate business—state-of-the-art equipment, exclusive memberships, clean records. To insiders, though? It was the perfect front. Half the men who “trained” here were soldiers, the other half—clients or shadows who owed me respect. Every wall, every locker, every bag hid secrets only I controlled.I moved through the space with ease, my presence enough to straighten backs and silence whispers. Respect was one thing, fear another—I demanded both.“Boss,” one of my lieutenants nodded from the ring, wrapping his hands. I gave him a brief chin lift. Not today. My mind wasn’t here for them.No. My mind was on her.Liana.The name was enough to twist so

Liana’s POVThe garden was quiet tonight. Too quiet.I curled up on the stone bench, my shawl pulled tight around my shoulders, a book open in my lap. My eyes skimmed line after line, but none of the words stuck. They blurred together, useless.All I could think about was the missing sketchbook.I’d searched everywhere—behind the sofa cushions, under the table, even along the hallways I’d walked yesterday. Nothing. It was gone.And if it was gone… then someone had it.The thought made my stomach twist violently. Those drawings weren’t just silly sketches—they were secrets. They were pieces of me I’d never dared say out loud. Things I couldn’t afford for anyone to see. Especially not Matteo.My throat went dry. I pressed my hands against my face, whispering into my palms, Please, God. Don’t let it be him. Don’t let it be Matteo.Footsteps crunched against gravel, and I froze.I looked up—and my heart skipped.Maxwell.He strolled into view with that dangerous kind of calm, hands shoved

(Maxwell’s POV)The house was silent.Too silent.Maxwell leaned against the polished doorframe of his room, staring into the yawning stretch of the dark hallway as if it were mocking him. The shadows seemed to breathe, reminding him of the promises he had made to himself—that he would not go searching for her. He would not chase the lingering trace of roses that clung to the air whenever she passed. He would not let his mind replay that stolen kiss, the one he had no right to take, the one that still burned against his mouth like a brand.But temptation was a disease, and it lived in these walls.Restless, he paced, shoulders taut, fists clenching and unclenching as though he could wring her ghost from his veins. Finally, unable to stand the suffocating silence, he decided to head downstairs for water. A distraction. Anything to steady himself.His footsteps echoed through the cavernous living room, bouncing against marble and glass. The chandelier above swayed faintly, its crystal a

(Liana’s POV)Since that night, the walls of the house felt different. Tighter. Closer. Almost as if they knew what I had done, what I had allowed.Every corner I turned, I expected to see him. Every time a door creaked or boots clicked against the floor, my stomach twisted in panic and… something else. Something I refused to name.So, I did what I always did best. I hid.I buried myself in chores. From the moment I woke up, I kept my hands busy, even when the maids begged me to let them work instead. Scrubbing, dusting, rearranging, cooking—I did it all with frantic energy, as though cleaning the house could somehow wipe away the memory of his lips on mine.But it didn’t.Every time I bent over the sink, I remembered his breath against my cheek. Every time my fingers brushed a plate, I remembered his hand gripping mine. And at night, when the house grew silent, the memory of his kiss came back with a vengeance, stealing into my thoughts until my chest ached and my body felt like it b

Maxwell’s POVThe walls of my room felt smaller tonIght. Like they were closing In on me, crushing every bit of control I’d been holding on to sInce I stepped Into thIs cursed house. I dragged a hand through my haIr and paced across the floor, boots scuffing against the marble tiles. My chest was tIght, and no matter how deeply I breathed, I couldn’t push out the ghost of her lips.Liana.Damn It.I stopped in the middle of the room, fists tightening at my sIdes, as though I could beat the memory out of myself. The way she’d looked at me earlier, so startled, so fragile, and yet, for a split second, so willing, that Image clung to me like smoke.“I swore I wouldn’t cross that line,” I muttered aloud, my voice hoarse In the empty room. “I promised myself I’d protect her, not—”Not kiss her. Not taste her like she belonged to me. Not lose myself in the sweetness of a woman I could never truly claim.The back of my throat burned. I tilted my head up, staring at the ceiling as If the crac

Liana’s POVThe door clicked shut, and the silence that followed was louder than anythIng I had heard all night. It pressed in on me, heavIer than the shouting, heavIer than the slamming of fIsts and glass I had grown used to.My lips still tingled. My chest was heavIng—not from fear, not from pain thIs time, but from what I had just done. I pressed my back against the wall, draggIng air Into my lungs like someone who had been drowning for years and had just now broken the surface.I kissed him.The thought crashed over me agaIn and again, each wave fiercer than the last, leaving me breathless, leavIng me shaking. Terrified. It wasn’t supposed to happen. It couldn’t happen. Not with Maxwell. Not with the only person In thIs house who had shown me something that resembled kIndness.I wrapped my arms around myself, pulling my knees up as If I could curl away from the memory, but the heat of It clung to me stubbornly. My wrist throbbed with a dull ache, but the pain wasn’t what consumed

Selene’s POVThe ballroom fell unnervingly silent.A hall meant for music, moonlit celebration, and pack unity now vibrated with tension two Alpha heirs standing on opposite ends of the same wound.Damon, with fury blazing in his eyes.Aric, smirking like chaos wrapped in silk.“A lot has happened, Damon,” Aric said, voice soft but carrying clearly through the open hall. “Don’t create a scene here. Your reputation is already bleeding. Don’t make it worse.”Damon either didn’t hear himor didn’t care.“She is my Luna,” Damon snapped, voice cracking through the silence like a whip.“You don’t touch my Luna!”Aric’s smirk widened dangerous, wicked, taunting.“Or else what, little brother? What will you do if I touch her?”Gasps rippled across the ballroom.Wolves stiffened.Some instinctively bowed their heads, as if the air itself had grown teeth.Damon took a step forward, fists shaking.“Oh, I see now,” he spat. “You want back what you lost. You’re trying to slither your way into the

Selene’s POVThe Moon Court’s ballroom shimmered with goldlight and hanging crystals, a sacred hall crafted to impress the packs. Music floated through the air low drums beneath strings an ancient rhythm meant to mimic a heartbeat.But the moment Aric stopped in front of me, every sound faded.His eyes caught mine steady, knowing, unbearably familiar.“How have you been?” he asked, voice pitched low, meant for my ears and no one else’s.I exhaled slowly. “Fine.”A useless lie.A fragile shield.And he saw right through it, the way no one else bothered to.I tried to look away, but Aric tilted his head slightly, a faint smile tugging at his lips—the kind that always made my wolf stir.“Dance with me.”My chest tightened. “Here?”“Why not?”My gaze flicked to the watching eyes Alphas, Lunas, warriors, nobles. They had already made me a spectacle. A rejected Luna. A broken bond. A story whispered in hallways and dens.And yet…“Yes,” I breathed.He extended his hand. I placed mine in it—

Selene’s POVThe moment I stepped into the Bloodmoon Throne Hall, the air shifted.Conversations died mid-sentence. Music stumbled. Wolves who had spent their lives mastering composure forgot how to breathe.For a heartbeat, the entire room—the nobles, the Elders, the ranked wolves, the courtiers—simply stared.And then the whispers began.Some offered polite smiles, their eyes glittering with thinly veiled curiosity.Others sneered openly, the wolves loyal to Queen Ivana, their lips curling back like they could already scent scandal on my skin.I walked forward, head high, shoulders squared, emerald silk flowing behind me like a living flame.I would not bow. Not tonight.Not ever again.But beneath the cool mask, my pulse thrummed like a trapped creature.The chandeliers cast golden light over polished obsidian floors. The air was thick with perfume, dominance, politics, and lies.Tonight wasn’t a gala.It was an execution arena.And I was the spectacle they had all come to see.My

Selene’s POVFour moons.That was how long I’d been gone from the packhouse. Four moons since I’d walked out of the Alpha’s wing and left behind the life everyone believed I would crawl back to.And for those four nights, my communicator crystal hadn’t stopped pulsing.Damon called at dawn, dusk, midnight. His voice broke through the static, raw and pleading, his pride stripped bare.“Selene, please. Just answer me.”“You know I love you. You know I never betrayed you.”“Lyra meant nothing. The pups— they don’t change what we have.”He even sent written messages through the bond—apologies, declarations, desperate promises.I didn’t answer any of them.More than once, my claws itched to reach for the crystal, to tell him what his betrayal had carved out of me. But I stopped myself every time.Because deep down, I hadn’t expected him to care this much.He hadn’t been this desperate when I’d bled through my miscarriages alone. He hadn’t been this attentive when he’d missed our healer app

Selene’s POVThe villa doors yawed open before we even crossed the threshold. Two attendants stood in the entry, bowing as if they’d been waiting on my arrival all evening. Their faces were composed; their eyes betrayed the curiosity of those who know more than they dare say.“Welcome, Luna,” the taller one murmured. “We’ve prepared your chamber.”Of course they had.Aric had called ahead.Even here — in this private refuge that promised anonymity — his presence lingered like a scent. I was breathing because of his choice. I was alive, at least for the moment, because he’d decided I should be. That thought pressed into me with a weight I couldn’t decide if I liked or feared.Diana and I drifted past marble floors and glass walls into a house that felt built from restraint and taste. High ceilings arched above, warm lantern light softened the edges, and the gardens beyond gleamed in discreet pools of silver. Nothing ostentatious. Everything deliberate. Aric’s world: power that didn’t s

Selene’s POVThe engine’s low hum filled the night, steady and hollow like a heartbeat in a crypt.“Where to, Luna?” the driver asked, glancing at me through the rearview mirror. His tone was careful—deferential—but I caught the flicker of pity in his eyes.Where to?For the first time in my life, I had no answer.The city beyond the glass blurred into ribbons of light—wolves laughing outside taverns, children chasing each other through alleys, mates walking hand in hand beneath the silver moon. Ordinary lives. Lives untouched by thrones, by bonds, by betrayal. Lives I had never known.My father’s voice echoed through my head:I can’t shelter you, Selene. I swore fealty to Queen Ivana.Translation: You’re on your own.The truth hit harder than claws to the heart. I had no den. No pack. No plan. Every part of my existence had been curated by rank and bloodlines—my path written in moonlight ink long before I was born.Was I foolish to walk away? Reckless?Maybe.But the thought of Damon

Lyra’s POVRonon cleared his throat, wiping his tears.“We’ll have to put you in the seclusion cell and bring you out for trial in the evening,” he said, his tone hollow. “The Elders of the North will demand the truth. We can’t overturn their judgment.”I frowned, confusion breaking through my sadness.“The Elders? Who are they?” I asked, feeling lost in a world that seemed darker with every passing moment.Keal sighed heavily. “The North has a council of Elders,” he explained. “Even though Lycans Alphas rule because of their strength, the Elders judge matters of law, family, and justice. This situation falls under their authority. They reside in Tealberg, and with the witnesses who saw what happened… they’ve likely already been informed. We have no way of hiding this from them, Lyra.”The realization hit me with brutal clarity. My future with them hung by a thread. My innocence was in question, and nothing seemed certain anymore. The love we shared, the life we’d begun to build—it

Lyra’s POVI stood in the shower, shivering despite the warmth of the water and the steady arms of my mates around me. A cold fear settled deep within my chest, whispering that things would never be the same again. I hadn’t invited Gregory into my room, and I certainly hadn’t slept with him. But I knew how it would look to everyone else—that was the truth that hurt the most.My heart ached with the injustice of it all. How was I supposed to prove my innocence? It felt like every accusation, every whispered doubt I had ever faced had finally caught up to me, looming now like a dark shadow I couldn’t escape.Ronon gently wrapped a towel around me, drying my tears along with the water on my face. His touch was tender, but I could feel the tension in his hands, the heaviness hanging in the air as he guided me back to his bedroom. Keal and Dax followed closely behind, their expressions mirroring my own anguish and confusion.They wanted to protect me—I could feel that—but this situation ha

Ronon’s POVI moved towards Lyra, scooping her into my arms despite the ache of doubt clawing at my mind. Whatever else was true or false she was still my mate, and I would not let a stranger see me question her loyalty. I looked at Gregory with a hardness I didn’t even recognize in myself.“The deal is off, Merchant. It would be best for you to leave while you still have the chance,” I said, my voice barely more than a growl, thick with fury and shame.Lyra’s sobs wracked her body as I held her, but I kept my face cold, my words clipped.“I didn’t do anything,” she whispered, her voice breaking. “I swear to you…”I didn’t answer, biting down my own hurt as we stepped into the hallway, A small crowd had gathered, their eyes wide withcuriosity and judgment. A deep growl escaped me, and I glared at them, the command clear: Mind your own business.Slowly, they dispersed, but the damage was done. The rumour would spread, and this would be all anyone spoke of for days, maybe weeks. I’d h

Ronon’s POVI woke up with a splitting headache, the pain so intense it seemed to throb with my every heartbeat. As I groaned, the memories of the night before came rushing back, and a terrible realisation struck me—it had to have been wolfsbane in our drinks.That was the only reason why we would all wake up like this, heads pounding and memories foggy. Shaking off the pain as best as I could, I nudged Dax and Keal awake. They stirred, groggy and confused, but eventually managed to sit up, their faces mirroring my own discomfort.Needing relief, I headed to my room for painkillers, but as soon as I entered, something felt off. The room was empty, the bed undisturbed. Lyra’s scent, usually lingering softly in the air, was absent. My stomach twisted. Had she not slept here last night? Anxiety prickled at the edges of my mind as I left my room and checked both Dax’s and Keal’s rooms, hoping she’d simply ended up there. But she wasn’t there either. A cold dread began to creep in.“Where

Ronon’s POVWhen Bianca finally appeared, her face held a hint of anxiety that made my gut tighten further. “Alpha,” she greeted softly, her eyes darting around as if she sensed something was wrong.“What was put in the wine?” I demanded, cutting to the chase. Bianca shook her head quickly, looking alarmed.“Nothing, Alpha. It’s the usual batch from the cellar. Luna Lyra selected it herself,” she replied, but her words didn’t sit right with me. I could feel something was off.This wasn’t just wine. There was a thickness, a darkness to it, as if something had been mixed in—wolfsbane, perhaps.The thought chilled me. Wolfsbane was designed to dull our senses, to make us weak, unable to link, unable to feel or think clearly. Someone was trying to ensure we weren’t at our best tonight.I held onto my cup tightly, fighting off the haziness that was slowly settling over my mind. I called for my Beta, William, needing him to run a test on the wine, to confirm what I was already certain of. T

Ronon’s POVI needed Gregory’s help for trade in the North, but every time I saw him casting those lingering looks at Lyra, my stomach tightened with anger.He was being more than friendly, and she, for some reason, seemed to welcome it, laughing a little too warmly at his jokes, her eyes shining just a bit too brightly. I knew I couldn’t reprimand her in front of him; that would be unfair and humiliating. So, I gritted my teeth, forcing myself to stay silent, to swallow down the bitter frustration building up inside me. I didn’t let out a breath until she elegantly turned him down when he asked her to dance. That brought me a small wave of relief, but it didn’t wash away my worry entirely.Why was I even worried? Lyra was ours—claimed and marked. Yet, I couldn’tshake the nervous tension that gnawed at me, the lingering fear that maybe, just maybe, Gregory was getting to her. He looked at her with a hunger that made my blood boil, as if he were under her spell. And maybe he was —Lyra