Zara Garrison has lived her life as the cursed daughter of an Alpha, no wolf, no power, and no place in her pack. But when her father hands her over to the ruthless Lycan King, Andre Harrison, to save her pack, her life shatters in ways she never imagined. Andre doesn’t want a mate, especially not a weak one. So he breaks her. Humiliates her. Tries to push her away. But love has other plans between them. When Zara gives birth to a child with dangerous powers, the witches who killed her mother come for her baby. With no one else to turn to, Zara must return to the very man who destroyed her, begging for his help. Now the monster who once rejected her will become the father willing to burn the world down to get their daughter back. But can love survive when trust is already dead?
View MoreZara's Pov
I sat on my sofa while singing the only song which reminds me of my mom. Since I lost my mom, I have never been myself despite several attempts to change me from my father, the alpha.
I try so hard to be cheerful but it just isn't possible as I have been withdrawn all my life. I was also taunted as the alpha's daughter without a wolf and though my father has tried several attempts to not make me know about it, I still find out because the maids in our home always whisper this.
I haven't told anyone this but I have this special ability to listen to what people might be discussing as long as they are not very far from me.
"Princess Zara!” I heard my name being called which broke my singing. I turned to look at the source of the disruption and I scrunched my face into a frown on seeing who it was.
It was my father's beta's son, Asher.
"Hi Asher," I greeted him with a light wave and faced the window since my singing was interrupted by him.
I heard him chuckle and I turned to look at him wondering why he did so.
"Princess, how about we go for a walk, you don't have to be cooped up in the pack house the whole day," he suggested to me and I let out a sigh.
Come to think of it, he was quite right. I have been wallowing in my thoughts for a long time and it's time I stepped out. I knew this was the idea of my father because on a normal day, Asher would not talk to me or suggest a walk.
This was something which was mandated by my father. I would have agreed but I didn't want to walk with someone who saw me as a burden. Asher wasn't aware but I have heard him talking about me to some of the guards and he always refers to me as someone with a burden.
"I would have loved to go on a walk but I am not in the mood right now," I said to him and I could see his face change, not like it was my business. He could act anyway he wanted to, it was none of my business.
"Princess Zara!" he called with his deep voice and I could tell that he was about to flip so I immediately said,
"Even if I want to go for a walk, I can do so myself, and besides, I'm sure you don't want to walk with a burden just as myself," I let out a bitter chuckle after that.
I could see the surprise which fleeted past his face and I could tell he was shocked. I guess he was not expecting me to say such.
"Even if you want to go out yourself, you could be attacked and knowing you, you have no power to defend yourself," he mocked me and that would have hurt if it was in the past but not anymore. I was already immune to such mockery.
"You can go tell my father that I won't be going on a walk with someone who sees me as a burden," I said to him and faced my window once more.
I heard him grunt loudly before walking out of my room. I sighed and did not bother myself with those thoughts anymore. Before I knew it, I sang myself to sleep and the next day when I woke up, I was greeted with a call from my father.
"Princess Zara! your father would love to see you this morning," my maid informed me as she fixed the hair accessories into my hair.
I nodded in response to the information as I looked into the mirror. It was a reflection of myself. The girl in the reflection had a lifeless look on her face and her beauty would have made heads turn only if she would smile.
The girl in the reflection was me and I was the one with the dull beauty, the girl who did not smile.
"Will I have breakfast with him?" I asked my maid who nodded with a jovial smile. I looked at her feeling envious, how I wish I could smile just like that.
"My princess, you are looking extraordinarily good-looking today," my maid complimented me and I as usual, I tried to smile but I could only offer her a "thank you."
She didn't look annoyed with me, instead she nodded at me and this was why I liked her. She was the only one apart from my father who did not see me as a freak. She was the only one including my father who embraced me just the way I was.
"I know you think I'm joking but that's the truth, you are very beautiful and there's no denying that," my maid happily talked and I only shook my head but I won't deny that I felt kinda pleased with the compliment.
"I'm ready," I said to her and she nodded. She helped out of my room and we walked through the corridors leading to our dining room.
Throughout the walk to the dining, I could hear different voices and I could also sense their gazes. Some were full of pity, some mockery to say the least.
I had to admit that I felt very uncomfortable with the way I was being stared at and also the words which they said thinking I was not able to hear, but I could do nothing about it. It was a fact that I had to face, I was the girl without a wolf.
I sighed out and I think that caught the attention of Wanda, who is my maid.
"Is there anything wrong princess?" She asked and I shook my head. She was like a mother figure to me but I just couldn't see her as my mom.
"Alright, don't hesitate to tell me if you have anything bothering you," she said to me and I nodded in response.
We finally reached the door to the dining room and I had no idea why I suddenly developed cold feet which had never happened before. I had no idea but I felt that if I opened the door to the dining room, there would be a change in my life.
I turned to look at Wanda who gave me an encouraging look regardless of not knowing why I looked at her.
"Are you scared, but you have no reason to be scared," she consoled me and I opened the door to the dining room.
Immediately I stepped into the room, I felt an oppressive gaze which caused me to look in that direction. When I saw who made me feel oppressed, I froze immediately.
Zara’s POV The arrow still shook in the altar stone. Its silver head caught the light and burned my eyes.No one moved.The rogues froze where they stood. Marcus stood tall again, his body bloody, his claws dripping red. Nicholas’s smile slipped a little, his eyes darting to the trees.Then they came.Shadows at first. Then shapes. Men and women in gray coats, sliding out of the forest like ghosts. Their steps made no sound. They held silver bows, knives, spears, all shining like death. Their faces were hidden by masks, cold and empty.Hunters.My whole body went cold.Marcus growled deep, a sound that rolled like thunder in his chest. “What are they doing here?”The rogue leader spat blood into the dirt, grinning through broken teeth. “The gods want blood today, Alpha. Yours.”The hunters spread wide, moving like a net, circling us in. Me, Marcus, Nicholas, and the rogues we were all caught.One of them stepped forward. He was tall, mask cut sharp, voice flat like steel.“Step away
Zara’s POVMy heart stopped. My blood turned cold. He said it. The rogue leader said it. He knew me. He saw me. The thing I feared most stepped out of the dark and spoke out loud.Marcus growled so deep it made the ground under me shake. His arm came in front of me, strong, hard, like a wall. He was ready to fight. But I could feel his heart racing. He was shocked. He wanted answers.Nicholas stood there, only a few steps away. His mouth curved like a devil. His eyes scanned between me and Marcus, like he enjoyed cutting us open. “Runaway?” he said. His voice was harsh. “Now that is… interesting.”“Shut your mouth,” Marcus snapped. His body shook with anger. But his hand gripped me like a feather, like if he let go, I’d vanish like a smoke.The rogues moved closer, forming a circle. Their eyes glowed, so many of them, watching like wolves ready to bite. The leader walked forward. His face was cruel.“You thought you could hide, little wolf?” His voice was loud. “Pretend to be clean? P
Zara’s POVMarcus’s words would not leave me. “You’re already losing me.”I pressed my hands to my ears like a child, but it didn’t matter. His voice kept on ringing in my head.the way his hand had almost touched me but pulled back at the last second.The bed felt too big, too hot without him. My body ached from crying. The secret inside me burned like fire. If I told him, I might lose him forever. If I stayed quiet, Nicholas would destroy us.I couldn’t tell which was worse.The door opened. My head shot up.Marcus.He filled the doorway, his broad shoulders filling the door. His eyes were shadowed, like he hadn’t slept all night either.“Get dressed,” he said. His voice was calm.I was so scared. “Where are we going?”His gaze locked on mine. “Somewhere you can’t run from me.”The ride felt endless. Marcus didn’t say a single word. His hands gripped the wheel so tight. His jaw was clenched.I leaned my head against the window, staring at the trees. My palms were damp. My wolf whined
Zara’s POVMarcus’s words would not leave me.“Tomorrow, you and I will speak. And you will tell me everything.”I had lied before. Dodged his questions. Smiled when I wanted to scream. But tomorrow… Tomorrow I will have no place to hide.If I told him the truth, I would lose him.If I lied again, he might tear it out of me himself.There was no way to win.I didn’t sleep. I stared at the ceiling until my eyes burned. My body shook all night.By morning, I felt empty. My legs were weak, my head heavy. Around me, the pack carried on warriors in the yard, servants rushing past but I barely noticed.All I saw was him.Marcus.He stood at the end of the hall, tall, dark, unshakable. His eyes locked on me.“Come,” he said.I followed. My hands were wet with sweat. My knees almost gave way. He led me into a quiet chamber in the west wing. No one else could hear us there.The door closed. The air turned heavy.Marcus faced me, arms crossed, jaw set like stone.“No excuses,” he said. “Today y
Zara’s POVMarcus’s words wouldn’t leave me.“You may think you can hide. But I will find the truth. Whether you tell me or not.”He hadn’t shouted. He hadn’t even raised his voice. That calm, steady tone was worse than anger.Because he meant it.I hugged myself, staring at the moon outside my window. My heart twisted. I had worked so hard to keep my secret safe. But every day, with every question and every sharp look, Marcus was breaking through it.He was pulling me apart piece by piece. And when he finally reached the truth…I shut my eyes, shaking. It wouldn’t just ruin me. It would destroy him too.A knock snapped me back. My chest tightened. I already knew who it was.Nicholas.I hesitated, then cracked the door open.“What do you want?” I whispered.He leaned against the frame, smirking. His cold eyes moved over me like he could read my thoughts.“Such a warm welcome,” he said. “Restless tonight?”“Go away.”He laughed softly. “Why would I? Watching you squirm is too much fun.
Marcus’s POVI didn’t sleep that night.Her silence haunted me.Zara had always been fiery, stubborn, quick to fight back when challenged. But in that library, with the record laid bare between us, she had been silent. Not defiant. Not apologetic. Just silent.And silence was the loudest answer of all.I paced the length of my chambers, the firelight casting restless shadows against the stone walls. My wolf pressed beneath my skin, snarling, restless, desperate to tear away the mask she wore and demand the truth.But I held him back.Not yet.Zara wasn’t a stranger to me, every instinct screamed that she was mine. My mate. My bond. The only one who had ever steadied the storm inside me.And yet…The lies were there. I could taste them in the way her scent shifted when I pressed too close, in the way her pulse stuttered when my questions cut too near.She was hiding something.And if I ripped it out of her too soon, I feared I would destroy not only her but us.Dawn came, gray and cold
Welcome to GoodNovel world of fiction. If you like this novel, or you are an idealist hoping to explore a perfect world, and also want to become an original novel author online to increase income, you can join our family to read or create various types of books, such as romance novel, epic reading, werewolf novel, fantasy novel, history novel and so on. If you are a reader, high quality novels can be selected here. If you are an author, you can obtain more inspiration from others to create more brilliant works, what's more, your works on our platform will catch more attention and win more admiration from readers.
Comments