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Draven's Pov The sun seeping into the private room jolted me awake from my slumber. I reached out instinctively, searching for the woman who had slept in my arms last night, but the space beside me was empty.A strange panic gripped me as I sat up sharply. Without wasting another breath, I mindlinked my beta, ordering him to meet me in the room immediately. I cursed myself as I had completely forgotten to inform him of my whereabouts last night. I was sure he must have been searching for me after I had left him alone in the car and in the middle of the road.I had been too lost in the haze of discovering she a stripper was my mate. That single truth had unsettled me so much that I forgot everything else.It was almost laughable. Me, the Alpha who had sworn never to acknowledge another mate, yet I had found myself powerless to resist.Ever since my mate’s death years ago, I had considered the bond nothing but a weakness. A chain. Something that tied me down, demanding I mark and claim

Thelma's POV My eyes snapped open to the sunlight slowly seeping into the room I found myself in. I blinked, disoriented, glancing around at the unfamiliar space. The white sheets draped over me, the foreign scent lingering in the air, the walls I didn’t recognize—none of it made sense.I saw a man. Lying beside me.My heart jolted and I whipped up immediately, panic crashing over me. I didn’t know how I got here, or why I was in a bed with him.The voices echoed in my head. His voice. Words I didn’t fully remember, yet I knew they belonged to him. His scent clung to me.I placed my hand on my head, frowning from the hard pounding going on in my brain. “No more alcohol," I mumbled under my breath.He stirred beside me, and my chest tightened. I quickly dressed, my fingers fumbling against the fabric, rushing before he woke and saw me.Nothing had happened. I knew the moment I slipped into my clothes—my body untouched. Relief washed through me, sharp and bitter. I was grateful nothin

Darius' POVI was on my way to meet the new tutor the servants had found for my adopted daughter when it happened—a pull.A pull I couldn’t control.A pull that dragged me along with it, deep into the pit of my being.Maya, my adopted daughter, was barely eight years old. I couldn’t let her join the normal schools like the rest of her age mates. I couldn’t even allow her to be tutored by just any woman.Last year, when her father—my uncle—died, I had dismissed all suspicions surrounding his death. I had even believed his wife innocent. But a few months ago, when I almost lost Maya when her own mother tried to use her as a sacrifice in a ritual for power, i came to realize the truth. She was a rogue. Worse, the daughter of the rogue leader and Maya's blood was needed by them.It had been excruciating saving Maya from my uncle’s widow, but in the end, the woman had escaped. I had only managed to save the little girl. Her mother still roams free. I don’t know her whereabouts. I only kno

Thelma's POV "She’s such a cheap slut. Imagine throwing herself at Collins all these years!" I heard a voice snap as I walked out of uni after lectures."I bet any man whose dick goes near her hole will get lost in it," another sneered behind me, loud enough for me to hear.More whispers followed as I passed by, hushed tones mixed with cruel laughter. But I kept walking. I didn’t stop. I didn’t confront them. I couldn’t. Because deep down, I knew the truth and that they were all lies. I wasn’t a whore. I had never even been with a man before.Last week, when Collins and Vanessa had thrown those words at me, I thought it was out of anger, a misunderstanding or maybe even desperation to cover their betrayal. But now, hearing it everywhere, seeing how quickly the rumor spread through campus, I knew better. This was deliberate and they were responsible. They had destroyed my name before I could ever tarnish theirs.I had caught them betraying me and somehow, I was the villain. How ironic

Thelma's POV "Ughhhh… Collins!!"That was the first word that tore through the air as I walked toward my boyfriend Collins’ room in his house. But the irony? It wasn’t mine. I wasn’t the owner of the female voice moaning his name.My chest pounded, my hands trembled as I prayed it wasn’t what I thought. No—Collins couldn’t betray me like this. Not after everything we had been through. I kept wishing the voice was a mistake, an echo, a nightmare. But little did I know that fate had already marked me for heartbreak that morning."Collins?" I called, fury and disbelief clinging to my voice as my eyes locked on him.He jerked upright from the lady beneath him, his body stiffening, shock etched all over his face. His gaze flicked from the door to me, confusion battling with guilt."Thelma… how did you get in?" he asked, scratching his head as if that mattered.“How did I get in?” I repeated under my breath, the words bitter and sharp. The irony clawed at me—here I was, catching him in the