Romans de Dessy Hearts

The three of them had not expected Katherine to reappear, let alone utter those damning words. They froze, the air crackling with exposed secrets. After a few seconds, a transformation came over Katherine. The usual gentle, accommodating mask she wore for her family melted away, replaced by a visage of cold, unshakable resolve."Katherine, what are you still doing here?" Amelia’s eyes, which had been red from fake tears, now widened in alarm.A slow, sarcastic chuckle escaped Katherine’s lips. "It seems I’m just in time to volunteer for the role you just scripted for me."Amelia’s face fell, the color draining from her cheeks as she realized Katherine had heard everything. "How dare you eavesdrop on us!""Yeah," Katherine said, her voice dangerously low. "If I hadn't, I would never have known my sweet, kind sister was such a shameless, two-faced whore.""How dare you call her that, you ungrateful brat!" Freya shrieked, stepping forward. "You are digging your own grave! You were never

Katherine stood frozen in the hospital corridor, her body pressed against the cold wall. She could not believe the venomous words pouring from the room she had just fled. This woman, this monster, was this the same Amelia she had known? Ever since she had entered the Reds family as a scared, orphaned girl, she had believed Amelia to be magnanimous, elegant, and kind. A true lady. But the mask had finally slipped, revealing a creature of pure spite.“I’m so furious!” Amelia’s voice was a sharp, angry whine, completely devoid of its usual gentle lilt. “I wasted so much time and energy on the perfect plan! I personally made sure Charles drank that drugged wine at the Moon Gala. I even hired reporters to swarm the room first thing in the morning, to document ‘evidence’ of me and him together! All so that old fool Hastings would have no choice but to make Charles marry me!”Katherine’s blood ran cold. This was the truth? The entire scandal, the forced bonding… it was all Amelia’s design?

The kick came out of nowhere, sending Katherine crashing to the cold hospital floor. A sharp cry escaped her lips as her arms flew to her stomach, a shield for the tiny, secret life within.Before she could even catch her breath, her adoptive father, Jones, loomed over her. His hand cracked against the side of her head, the blow ringing through her skull.“You vile, conniving creature!” Jones roared, his face a mask of pure hatred. “How dare you! How dare you drive a pure-blood like Amelia to such despair! Your life is worth less than the dirt on my boots!”Each word was a shard of ice, piercing her heart. "Father, please," Katherine begged, her voice a broken whisper. She tasted blood on her lip. "It doesn't matter. The Moon God never intended for me to be his Luna. I don't… I don't blame Amelia for having his heart."A soft, pathetic sob came from the other side of the room. Katherine lifted her head, her body throbbing with pain. Through her blurred vision, she saw the scene that s

The next morning, Katherine woke to the scent of pine and fury still hanging in the air. The memories of the mating frenzy, a raw, uncontrolled clash of teeth and need flooded back. Before she could fully surface from her thoughts, a small, cold vial was pressed into her palm.Her eyes snapped open. Charles stood over her, already dressed, his Alpha aura a crushing weight in the room. His canines seemed sharper than usual, his gaze glowing with a faint, residual gold."Drink it," he commanded, his voice a low growl that vibrated in her bones.Katherine looked down. The vial contained a murky, silver-flecked liquid she recognized from pack lore: Moon Tea. A potent brew designed to prevent the conception of a wolf-shifter's child. A tremor of panic, sharp and primal, ran through her. The bond, the potential pup... this could poison it."Why are you hesitating?" Charles loomed closer, his shadow swallowing her. The impatience rolling off him was a physical force. "Do I need to pour it do

The paper in Katerina’s hand felt like a heavy stone. She walked out of the clinic, her eyes stinging with tears she wouldn’t let fall. Was she happy? Or scared? She didn't know anymore.The doctor’s voice replayed in her head. “The test is positive. You’re going to have a pup.”Her mind flashed to her bonding ceremony three moons ago. Under the full moon, she had become the mate of Charles Hastings, the next Alpha of their pack. For one night, she felt like her wolf had found its true home.She had loved Charles since they were pups. She was just ten winters old when she first saw him. From that day, she worked hard to be someone he would notice. For twelve long years, she worked to make that seed grow. She knew she was from a low-ranking pack, unworthy of an Alpha’s son. So she worked in secret. Late at night, she taught herself to design and sew, her fingers tracing patterns until they ached. She became “Sienna,” a mysterious designer whose clothes were sought after by the richest