Masuk
(Violetta POV)
“And you think I will choose you, right?” I looked at Liam’s face and then towards Claudia.
“Liam! I am not ready for any pranks right now.” I forced a smile, and he threw his head back before laughing like I just cracked a joke.
“Oh my goodness, Violetta! Are you really this dumb?” He asked and looked at my face like he wanted to search for something.
“Liam! You have been with me for the past three years, and now this… I really can’t understand anything. You are my fiancée,” I answered in a serious tone.
“Today is my birthday, and you are flirting with your ex-girlfriend. What the heck is wrong with you?” He pressed his lips into a thin line.
“Because my son didn’t deserve a barren wolf like you,” Luna Rosetta, Liam's mother, answered, and my mouth hung open.
“But, I am his destined mate,” I tried to give her an explanation, and she flipped a bird if it didn’t matter anymore.
“You just blinded him with your innocence, but now he finally knows what type of girl you are. Besides, He was always in love with Claudia. You were just a replacement and nothing else.” Luna Rosetta’s venomous tone took me off guard.
“Liam!!! Say something. What the hell is your mother saying? You were done with Claudia a long time ago, right?” I looked at his face.
“Violetta! I am done with you, not her. She always loved me, and you can never love me like her. She left me in anger, and now she regrets her decision. After meeting Claudia again, I realized our relationship was nothing but a sham. She made me realize what my life was missing, and there is no need to create a scene here because it's my decision to take in a chosen mate, not a fated one,” He explained everything in a single breath like he was announcing a decision to the pack.
“Oh, really? You are realizing this now after wasting three years of my life, hmm? Are you for real, Liam? Where was your Claudia when your pack was struggling with debt, and I helped you with all this? She is just a greedy sl*t, who came back after your success.” My blood began to boil with anger after hearing everything. Luna Rosetta didn’t like me from the start, and Liam never stood up for me like this, but for Claudia, both of them were acting totally different.
“I am being rational here, Violetta. Don’t act like an emotional fool and ruin Claudia’s function. I am the Alpha of this pack, and I have to think about my future too. She can give me a healthy pup and the future heir of this pack. She will help me continue this lineage,” He answered, and my heart ached after hearing it. I thought He prepared all this for my birthday, but I was wrong. He threw this party to propose to Claudia f*cking Ryan.
“B-but you said… You don’t c-care about this weakness of mine,” I staggered back in shock, and he laughed like a cruel maniac.
“I was blinded by your love at that time, but now… We have to start thinking about our future and our pack too,” He cleared his throat, and I laughed while tears were rolling down my cheeks.
“Oh, really? Everything was right until she came into our lives, right? Is she this amazing in bed, hmm?” I asked, and his face turned red.
“Violetta!!! I will not let you insult Claudia like this,” He raised his voice at me in front of all the guests. I clenched my fists in anger. Everything was right, and Liam was happy with me when Claudia came back from Australia three months ago. Everything started falling apart like she cursed our relationship. Or maybe, I was the third wheel in all this from the start.
“Meeting you is the biggest regret of my life, Violetta. I, Alpha Liam Wensley, Alpha of the White Crescent pack, reject you, Violetta Romero, as my luna and as my fated mate.” I fell on my knees with pain, and more tears rolled down my cheeks. He rejected me without thinking twice, like I was some kind of burden in his life. I looked at his face, where no regret was present. His indifference cut me deep and controlled my pain as much as I could.
“I accept your rejection, Alpha Liam Wesley,” I whimpered with pain when our bond broke apart.
He grunted in pain, but being an Alpha, His body was way stronger than mine.
“Liam! You will regret this, and I will never forgive a sl*t for wrecking my perfect relationship." Claudia gasped in shock and sobbed like I slapped her on her face.
“If you dare to insult her again, I will throw you out of this pack, Violetta,” He snarled in anger, and I sneered before getting up and leaving that damned pack house. Instead of heading to my house, I headed straight to the nearest bar. My parents were over the moon after knowing about my fated mate, and now, they will blame me for all this. They just want to have a relationship with the Alpha by hook or by crook. My father was the gemma of this pack, and when he found out about my omega wolf, he didn’t talk to me for a whole month. I did everything to make him proud, but it was never enough for him. I was never enough for anyone, and now… I will be labeled as the rejected wolf of this pack.*******
“F*ck my life,” I said and downed the first shot. Alcohol is the best pain medicine in the world.
“I did so much for that damn bastard, and he dares to cheat on me. I will never waste my life for anyone again… not again,” I downed another shot and looked towards the dance floor.
“Let’s dance in sadness,” I said to myself, and was about to head towards the dance floor when I noticed a handsome man sitting alone in the far corner of the bar. Being a lightweight, I used to stay away from alcohol, but not tonight. I ordered their strongest alcohol and smiled at myself. I wasted my whole life chasing everyone’s approval and now… I will live my life for my own happiness.
“F*ck! Am I seeing an angel in this low-level bar?” I asked myself and downed a few more shots before walking towards him.
“Mr. Angel!” I called him and he opened his eyes. I thought he was looking angry, but when he looked at me with his honey-colored eyes, I forgot to breathe for a second.
“Are you talking to me?” He asked in his deep velvety voice, and I nodded.
“What will you charge for one night?” I asked him and opened my bag.
“For a top model like you… $10,000 will be enough, right?” I asked, and he arched his brow in question.
“Come on, don’t be shy! No one will know anything, and I assure you, I am pretty.” A smile crept on his lips, and he finished his glass of wine.
“You are drunk,” He pointed out.
“Of course! Because of you,” I pointed my finger towards him.
“Because of me?” He inquired.
“Yes! Otherwise, I will not be able to muster enough courage to hire you in this lifetime.” My voice turned slurry, and he laughed, and my eyes widened in surprise.
“You are an interesting soul,” He praised.
“And good in bed. Don’t worry! I will give you ten-star reviews,” I showed him my phone, and his smile deepened.
“Oh, really?” I bobbed my head in yes.
“What’s your name?” He asked and stood up. He came towards me, and I pressed my finger on his lips.
“No names, Handsome. Just fun and enjoyment,” I winked, and he agreed. He picked me up in bridal style, and my eyes widened. I quickly circle my arms around his neck to secure myself. A small dimple appeared on his left cheek, and I slowly touched it.
“You are looking like a charming angel. Ready to seduce me,” I commented, and his smile deepened.
He headed straight towards his car, and I pointed towards my car.
“But, my car is…”
“Shhh! Let me treat you like a Queen… since you paid me handsomely,” he added, and I nodded with a smile.
“Okay, okay! I can see you are quite a charmer,” I answered, and he laughed again. F*ck! I can hear this sound all my life without getting tired.
The change did not arrive like thunder.It arrived quietly.Almost politely.Draven had gone into the city for a routine inspection of one of the older properties—warehouses that once belonged to his father’s era. It was supposed to be a brief visit. In and out. No complications.But fate rarely asked for permission.He saw her near the entrance of a small café across the street.Victoria.For a second, he thought his mind was playing tricks on him. Years had passed. Faces changed. Time carved its marks.But her eyes—They were the same.Wide. Expressive. Carrying that old softness he remembered from a time before blood and crowns.“Draven?” she breathed.His name sounded different on her lips.Younger.Uncomplicated.He hadn’t heard it spoken like that in a very long time.They sat down inside the café. It wasn’t intentional. It just… happened. Words stumbled out of her in fragments.Her parents had passed away.Her fiancé had left her.The small business she tried to build collapsed
Morning did not arrive gently in the King estate. It arrived crying. Violetta’s eyes fluttered open before the sun had fully risen. For a brief, fragile second, she forgot where she was. Then she heard it. Kael. Loud. Demanding. Furious at the injustice of being hungry. Elara joined a moment later—softer, but no less determined. Violetta pushed herself up, hair falling loosely over her shoulders. The silk night robe she wore was already wrinkled from the three times she had woken during the night. Motherhood did not care about crowns. It did not pause for power. It simply required. She lifted Kael first. He was red-faced, fists clenched, protesting the world as if it personally offended him. “I know, I know,” she murmured softly, pressing a kiss to his tiny forehead. “You think I forgot you.” Elara’s cry sharpened, indignant at being second. Aunt Mara entered quietly with warm milk already prepared. “Give me the princess,” Mara said gently. Violetta passed Elara over wi
One month later, the estate did not look like a fortress. It looked like a kingdom. Silver lanterns lined the marble pathways. White roses cascaded down carved pillars. The full moon hung high and round above the mountain skyline, bathing everything in soft, sacred light. Inside her chamber, Violetta stood before the mirror. White silk flowed from her shoulders to the floor, hugging her waist before cascading into delicate layers. The gown shimmered faintly when she moved—stitched with silver thread that caught the moonlight like scattered stars. A slender silver tiara rested on her head. Simple. Temporary. Her reflection stared back at her—not the abandoned girl from years ago. Not the insecure fiancée who questioned her worth. But a woman who had survived humiliation, betrayal, war, birth, blood, and fire. Her hand brushed lightly over her collarbone. A knock came at the door. “It’s time,” Adriana whispered gently before stepping aside. Violetta inhaled slowly. When sh
The celebration was still glowing when Liam arrived. Not loudly. Not dramatically. Just… present. He walked in with a carefully wrapped silver box in his hands, dressed impeccably, expression composed—but his eyes betrayed him. Claudia clung to his arm, smiling too brightly, too stiffly. But he wasn’t looking at her. He was looking at Violetta. At the woman standing beside Draven, her newborn daughter in her arms, her son resting against Draven’s chest. Her glow wasn’t makeup. It wasn’t power. It was fulfillment. And that realization hit Liam harder than any public defeat. For a moment, he saw it— A different version of tonight. Him standing beside her. Her children carrying his bloodline. Her smile belonging to him. But he had been the one to push her away. He had looked at medical reports and chosen ego over patience. He had believed Claudia’s whispers. He had decided Violetta was “broken.” Infertile. A disappointment. And now— She w
The silence before the first cry nearly broke him. Draven stood at her side in the operating room, gloved hands trembling despite every effort to appear steady. Machines beeped. Doctors moved with precision. Bright white light reflected off stainless steel. And then— A cry. Sharp. Strong. Alive. His breath left him in a shudder. Another cry followed seconds later. Smaller. Fiercer. Twins. The doctor smiled behind her mask. “Congratulations, Mr. King. You have a son… and a daughter.” For a moment, Draven couldn’t move. He just stared. Two tiny bodies. Fragile. Perfect. Furious at the world for bringing them into it. He had faced enemies without flinching. But this— This undid him. He stepped closer when they placed the first baby into his arms. His son. Small fingers curled instinctively around his gloved thumb. Draven’s throat closed. “Easy,” he whispered hoarsely. “I’ve got you.” They placed his daughter in his other arm. She was quieter—but her eyes opened imme
The boardroom was filled with numbers.Charts flickered across the screen. Investors leaned forward, listening carefully as Violetta outlined the restructuring strategy with calm precision. She stood at the head of the table, one hand resting lightly on the edge of the polished wood, the other moving gracefully as she spoke.Draven watched her more than the presentation.Not because he doubted her.Because he admired her.She looked powerful.Unshakeable.And then—She faltered.Just slightly.Her sentence cut off mid-word.Her fingers tightened against the table.Draven noticed before anyone else did.Her breathing changed.Her free hand moved instinctively to her abdomen.“Violet?” he said quietly.She tried to smile.“I’m fine,” she whispered.But she wasn’t.A sharp wave of pain hit her, forcing a soft gasp from her lips. The color drained from her face in seconds.The room froze.Draven was at her side instantly, chair scraping loudly against the floor.“What is it?” His voice wa







