Novels by Zamy

POV: DYLAN VOLKOVWhen I let go of Harper's chin in that cold room and walked toward the exit, I felt like I was ripping my heart out of my chest with my own hands.The pain of having had to verbally reject Harper in front of the entire pack was a torture that almost made me lose my temper.Lying to my own mate's face, humiliating her publicly to maintain a farce before my father, was like driving a silver dagger straight into my heart.The Moon Goddess was playing the greatest and most twisted of her jokes on me."What the hell did you do?!" the roar of my wolf raged against the walls of my mind. "She is our mate! You treated her like she was fucking trash in front of everyone!""Shut up!" I answered internally, clenching my fists inside my jacket pockets as I walked down the hallway. "I had to break her heart to save her life. I had no other damn choice."The truth burned my insides. I was tied to Vanessa by a damn agreement my father had signed years ago.Vanessa's father controlle

I ignored the cries and planted myself directly and firmly in front of Dylan, brushing aside Vanessa's horrified look with disgust. I locked my eyes onto my stepbrother's stormy greys and, losing my balance from the pain in my ankle, I fell to my knees in front of him.Dylan remained motionless, his eyes locked onto mine, his jaw clenched so tightly that the muscles in his neck strained like ropes.I looked up at the future Alpha and, with a voice that was not my own, I sentenced before the entire pack:"Mate... My mate."Shit. I had really said that in front of the entire crowd."Harper... what... what have you said?" my mother choked out a cry, covering her mouth.On the other hand, Vanessa opened her mouth, scandalized, looking at Dylan and then at me as if I were a cockroach.Darius lowered the microphone, his face transfigured by confusion and budding fury. "Harper! What on earth does this mean? Dylan...".Dylan didn't blink; he simply looked down at me, clenching his fists, as t

Hearing that growl, my wolf gave me one last cognitive push, whispering something into my mind that left me completely frozen."Harper! Careful! He's not just any wolf... He is a powerful Alpha!"I ran out of air, processing the magnitude of the disaster. Was my mate a pure-lineage alpha?I waited, my heart pounding in my ears, for him to approach me, to claim me, as any wolf would have done. But contrary to what was going through my head, the man abruptly broke eye contact.He let go of my waist and took a step back, breaking the electric current that connected us."You are confused, little pup," he said, his voice loaded with contempt. "I am nothing to you."Those words left me completely frozen. But when I tried to sit up to face him, the pain in my ankle betrayed me and I had to prop myself up firmly with my elbows against the padded bench, looking at him with pure incredulity and rage.The man said nothing more; he only gave me one last rigid look, nodded to himself as if he had

POV: HARPER ROLLINS"You look beautiful, Harper," my mother whispered, adjusting the collar of my dress. "Fifteen years on the run... but today we present ourselves before the royal pack. Today we stop being mere refugees.""I know."My mind, however, was elsewhere. It was on him. Michael.For three long years, I had been secretly dating Michael, the son of my mother's fiancé and the current Alpha of the royal pack.The plan was perfect: before the royal presentation, we would tell the world that the young Alpha would choose a banished Omega as his Luna."Today the Moon Goddess will unite us as mates," I repeated in my anxious mind.I looked at myself in the mirror one last time and, with my heart in my throat, I walked down the stairs toward the main hall of the Alpha mansion.The atmosphere was a whirlwind of golden lights, classical music, and the thick scent of hundreds of high-lineage wolves.Everything was perfect.But as soon as my feet touched the floor of the hall, an icy pan