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The Gift That Shattered Masks "M... Me?" Natalie’s voice faltered, barely above a whisper. Her eyes blinked rapidly as she looked up at Logan, pretending to be confused. "I didn’t know anything. When she left the Crescent Fur Pack, she disappeared. I had no clue where she went or who she ended up with." Logan’s expression was unreadable. Cold and direct. "You said," he recited, voice even and sharp, "that she was a commoner rejected by me and became a rogue’s whore. If you didn’t know where she was, why say that?" Natalie’s body went rigid. A slow dread curled down her spine. Her lungs stopped working right. Fear gripped her chest like a steel cage. She thought she had buried that truth forever. Logan only ordered Rhea’s exile. That was supposed to be the end of it. But Natalie... she couldn’t settle for that. She paid the guards. She paid the jailer. She gave Rhea over to the rogues herself. She wanted her gone. Not just banished. Totally destroyed. Shamed. Torn apart. But

THE TRUTH THAT SHATTERED THE PRIDEThe entire room went still.“...Princess? Princess Rhea?”Alpha Xerxes’s voice struck through the room and the air thickened with shock.Natalie’s face turned white. Logan’s jaw clenched. Neither of them moved. They couldn't believe their ears.Did he just call her a princess? her sister? No. This couldn't be real."Is this a joke?!" Natalie snapped, her body stiffening. "Her full name is Rhea Griffith! She’s nothing but a filthy nobody from Crescent Fur Pack! Alpha Xerxes, you’ve been deceived……she’s a lying whore!"Murmurs filled the air.Xerxes turned to her slowly, his eyes like a glacier slicing through the air.“Say that word again,” his voice came low and deadly, “and I will rip your tongue out and make my dogs fight over it.”Rhea’s stomach twisted, fear gripped her . She knew the look in Xerxes’s eyes too well…..he wasn’t bluffing. He was capable of doing it.But her being a princess? Natalie refused to accept it. Couldn’t accept it.“She’s

KNEEL OR BE CAST OUT Logan could not tear his eyes away. He stared at her, unblinking, as if his mind refused to believe what he saw. She was real. Not a memory. Not a ghost. He couldn't speak. He couldn't breathe. Behind him, Natalie stumbled to a halt. Her brows drew together, her pupils shrinking with disbelief. Rhea….? She was alive? Her heart skipped wildly. It couldn’t be. Eight months ago, Rhea was exiled out of the pack and given to the wild rogues. Those rogues should have devoured her. By now, her bones and skin was supposed to have decayed in the cold earth. How did she end up here at the Golden Claw Pack, even dressed as a royalty, looking like a real beauty goddess?! Even if she had survived the rogues, her life should have been misery. She was born by the richest and influential parents in their pack but they disowned her!! So how could she be standing like this? Natalie's heart began pounding faster so that she could hear the rhythm beat harder. With a sur

Author's POV Eight months had passed. The night air shimmered with quiet opulence as a line of luxury cars snaked along the entrance of the Golden Claw Pack’s grand hotel. Rolls-Royce Phantom Series II. Mercedes-Benz S-Class. Lamborghini Aventador Ultimae in shades that gleamed like precious stones under the moonlight. Each vehicle whispered wealth and power, each arrival a silent declaration of status. Men and women emerged in sleek tuxedos and glittering gowns, their laughter echoing softly as ushers in crisp black suits guided them inside. The Yearly Pack Convergence had begun, and Alphas from every corner of the globe had answered the call. Far above the glittering crowd, in the penthouse suite where the glass stretched from floor to sky, Rhea Griffith stood in silence. Her reflection stared back at her from the window, but it wasn’t the same girl the world had cast out. No trace of that broken, hollow-eyed woman remained. In her place stood a woman forged in betrayal and reb

Author's POV “Stop!!! Please…… Stop!!!” Rhea's voice cracked as she shrank against the corner of the filthy cart, her nails clawing at the rough wood behind her. Her eyes were wild with terror, chest rising and falling as panic wrapped around her. "Stop?" one of the rogues chuckled, his voice thick with mockery. "Your Alpha gave you to us. You belong to us now. You think we care about your screaming? Most of us haven’t tasted a woman in months. And tonight? You’re ours." The words twisted in her chest like a knife. Her throat tightened, and she gasped for air as another man climbed into the cart. His gaze devoured her with sick hunger. She recoiled, but he yanked the rope binding her and dragged her down like she weighed nothing. The others gathered like vultures, laughing, ready to tear her apart. "Wait!" Rhea cried out, desperation flooding her voice. "I can pay you! I swear! More money than you’ve ever dreamed of!" For a heartbeat, there was silence. Then their lau

Rhea's POV The damp air clung to my skin as I curled into myself in the shadowed corner of the cell. The walls were slick with cold, and the silence around me pulsed with dread. I pressed my trembling fingers against the rough stone, tracing aimless shapes. My thoughts were a storm, crashing one over the other. I could barely breathe. Then came the sound that twisted my stomach, heavy, deliberate steps. A guard stepped into view. I rushed to the rusted iron bars, fingers wrapped around them with white knuckles. "You came!" I rasped. "Are they coming to get me out?" My voice cracked with fragile hope. "When will my parents come to take me ?" His smirk was a punch to the gut. There was no sympathy in his eyes, only mockery. "Home?" he scoffed. "They’re never coming. The Griffiths disowned you the moment they found out about your little fling with Cyrus.” What?! Disowned me?! No. This can't be. I'm their only daughter. His words slammed into me like a falling wall. My knees b

Anna's POV Prologue of Chaos A wicked grin crept across my face as I stepped forward. The room turned to stone. Some people flinched, others just sat there, jaws unhinged, staring like I’d just walked out of a grave. But their real horror? It wasn’t me. It was Cyrus, standing tall beside me. Alive. Breathing. The man they thought was dead. Natalie’s gasp cut through the air like a snapped string. I didn’t even glance at her. I didn’t need to. Because right then, I knew—I wasn’t just back. I was here to make them choke on everything they thought they got away with. And this? This was only the prologue of their living nightmare. I hadn’t even begun to unleash the storm. The moment the auctioneer announced the land was officially mine, I rose to my feet slowly, sliding my sunglasses onto my face like a queen claiming her throne. Beside me, Cyrus stood—tall, calm, dangerous. And just like that, the room broke into whispers and sharp gasps They weren’t just shocke

The Shocking SliceLogan's POVEleven years later…Surrounded by fellow Alphas, I moved through the crowd with effortless grace, exchanging nods and firm handshakes. Laughter and conversation filled the air, but my attention sharpened when Alpha Alex turned to me, his eyes gleaming with admiration."Logan, it won’t be long before your daughter, Serene, becomes the best acrobat in the country. She’s not just talented—she’s exceptional for her age."Pride settled deep in my chest, unmistakable and fierce. I lifted my glass, meeting his gaze with a confident smirk. "She gets it from me. Greatness is in her blood."The sight of that gold medal in her tiny hands filled me with pride. She was only six, yet she never failed to make my heart swell.Serene, my daughter, my greatest treasure. She was the undeniable proof of the love I shared with Natalie.She was everything I had ever dreamed of—sharp, capable, and gifted beyond her years.A firm voice cut through my thoughts. “The auction star

A deal with the devil in redAnna’s P.O.VIt was clear now. Fate itself had turned against me. Not just the moon goddess, but the entire universe seemed to conspire against me. In just a week, my marriage crumbled, I was cast out of the pack house, and as if that wasn’t enough, my father took his last breath while in a coma.My world came crashing down.As soon as he was gone, my brothers seized everything he owned, leaving me with absolutely nothing. It was too much to bear. I had endured so much pain,far more than I ever deserved.Everything slipped through my fingers, my marriage, my status, my inheritance. But losing my father? That was the cruelest blow of all.I dragged the back of my hand across my damp cheeks, trying to steady myself as Dr. Andrew sat across from me. His smile was faint, almost hesitant, as if it carried the weight of guilt. “Anna, I’m so sorry for your loss….”My head sank, my chest tightening as the walls I had built crumbled. I had fought so hard to hold it

Three years, Three lies, One BetrayalAnna's POVNatalie walked away, her hips swaying with a confidence that sliced through me like a knife. I stood frozen, my heart splintering into pieces too shattered to ever be whole again.The silence in the room was suffocating. When I finally lifted my gaze, I met a sea of eyes filled with nothing but disdain. Judgment clung to the air, thick and unrelenting, pressing down on me like a weight I couldn’t shake off.They despised me. Every single one of them.Not because of who I was, but because I was the one who became Luna. Because they had already decided that I was unworthy. Because they had chosen to believe the lies.The weight of their judgment pressed down on me, each stare like a dagger to my chest. They didn’t know the truth—had no idea how it all happened, yet their disdain was undeniable.Logan had been my savior that night, pulling me away from a drunken predator at the party. At that moment, something shifted. Gratitude turned int

Author's POV The Night her world ended“AGGHHRRRGRR!!!!.” A scream tore through the silent cemetery, intense and heart-wrenching. Anna's voice cracked with pain as she collapsed before the gravestone, her body trembling. Rain poured heavily, drenching her to the bones, yet she remained still. Her hands plunged into the moist soil as if she could claw her way back to the days, when Adam's laughter still roamed their house, when his arms encircled her neck. Now, all she had before her was a slab of stone.“ADAM SINCLAIR”Beloved son. Taken too soon.Tears streamed down her eyes, blending with the rain. Her chest throbbed under the burden of sorrow that had remained unchanged, even after three years. If anything, it had heightened, becoming more brutal with each day that went by. Having found herself in a marriage filled with abuse and turmoil, Adam was the only thing that made sense. Nothing made sense. Nothing. Today was his death anniversary, nobody showed up. No one came.