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Before Evelyn’s sharp, silver tipped claws could slash across Nora’s face, a sudden, thunderous roar shattered the air.The high stained-glass windows along the gallery corridor exploded inward in a shower of deadly glass shards. The heavy stone floor trembled violently, sending both Nora and Evelyn stumbling off their feet.Outside, sirens blared a deep, ancient horn echoing across the mountain peaks."Rogue breach!" a guard screamed from down the hall, his voice abruptly cut off by a wet, sickening tear.Nora scrambled back against the marble wall, shielding her face as darkness flooded through the shattered windows. Shadows spilled over the stone sill—massive, mangy wolves with midnight-black fur, foam dripping from their bared fangs, and glowing red eyes consumed by feral rage.Rogue wolves.Evelyn gasped, her regal composure instantly shattering into sheer panic. Instead of standing her ground, she let out a shriek, turned on her heel, and bolted down the opposite corridor, leavi

The afternoon sun bled through the tall arched windows of the east wing, casting long, crimson shadows across the polished wooden floorboards.Nora sat on the cushioned window seat, her knees pulled tight against her chest. True to Dominic’s word, a royal physician named Dr. Silas—a soft-spoken elder wolf with gentle hands and kind, silver-streaked hair—had arrived at noon. He had drawn a vial of her blood, performed a brief magic-infused examination, and declared that the crimson binding had taken root flawlessly. Her body was ready.Now, the quiet of the estate felt heavy, almost suffocating.Unable to stay trapped inside her room any longer, Nora slipped off the window seat and opened her door. The long, carpeted hallway was deserted save for two silent guards stationed at the far end who merely bowed their heads as she stepped out.Guided by a quiet curiosity—and the persistent, subtle hum of Dominic’s scent lingering in the building—Nora walked down the grand corridor. She passed

Nora woke to the soft, rhythmic crackle of dying embers.She blinked, her vision slowly clearing as she took in the vast room. High vaulted ceilings, dark oak beams, and deep velvet drapes bathed in the faint golden light of dawn. For a fraction of a second, confusion tangled her thoughts—until the lingering scent of cedar wood and winter rain washed over her.The contract. The Blackwood Estate. The masked Alpha.Nora sat up, pulling the thick silk sheets to her chest. She gasped softly when her feet swung out and hit the floor. The strange, liquid warmth that had rushed through her veins during the binding ritual hadn't faded. It lived beneath her skin now a low, humming vibration that made every nerve ending hyper sensitive.She froze.Sitting in a high-backed leather armchair in the shadowy corner of the bedroom was Dominic.He was still wearing his charcoal suit, though his jacket was thrown over the armrest, leaving him in a crisp white shirt with the top buttons undone and his s

The liquid tasted of crushed berries, ozone, and a faint, electric iron tang that made Nora’s throat burn with a strange, pleasurable warmth.The moment the last drop hit her tongue, the glowing gold mist inside the silver bowl dissolved into the air. A sudden, powerful surge of energy pulsed outward from her heart, rushing through her veins like liquid fire. Nora gasped, stumbling backward. Her head swam, and her vision flickered with faint trails of gold light.Before her knees could hit the polished hardwood floor, a massive pair of arms caught her.Dominic scooped her up against his chest as if she weighed nothing at all. Instinctively, Nora buried her face into the side of his neck, her fingers clutching tightly at the lapel of his suit. His scent cedar wood, storm clouds, and pure male dominance—flooded her senses, calming the violent storm raging in her blood.Dominic froze, his body rigid as stone as she clung to him. His heartbeat thundered beneath her cheek hard, fast, and w

Dominic stood rigid, his claws straining against the dark leather of his gloves.​Human, his inner wolf roared, pacing frantically behind his ribs, scratching at his mind to be released. She is a human! But her scent... she smells like meadow-sweet and wild orchids! She is OURS!​Dominic forced his wolf down with absolute, merciless discipline. For three long years—ever since the bloody massacre that had wiped out his family and left his face scarred by dark magic he had closed his heart to the world. He had taken the throne as Alpha Prime through sheer brutality. He needed an heir to secure his pack’s bloodline against the encroaching rebel packs. He had agreed to a human surrogate specifically because he wanted no emotional ties. No mate. No love.​He had not expected her.​She stood near the doorway, trembling like a leaf in a storm, yet her chin was held high. Her long chestnut hair cascaded over her shoulders, framing hazel eyes that sparkled with fear, determination, and an inno

The black SUV wound its way up the jagged mountain road, its tires kicking up loose gravel that clattered against the undercarriage. Outside, a dense, unnatural fog rolled through the towering pine trees, clinging to the dark earth like a living shroud.Nora sat in the back, her fingers clutching the edges of her cheap denim jacket. She looked out the tinted window at the passing forest. They had crossed the border line an hour ago. She was deep inside the Bloodhound Territory now a wild, lawless realm where human laws did not apply and Alpha strength was the only authority.The vehicle ground to a halt before massive iron gates forged in the shape of howling beasts. Beyond them sat the Blackwood Estate: a gargantuan Gothic fortress built of dark stone, spiked turrets, and glowing stained-glass windows that cut through the misty night like burning eyes."Out, the driver growled, opening her door.Nora stepped onto the cobblestone driveway. The moment her feet touched the ground, an o