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(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.
Violetta was asleep beside him, her head resting near his arm, one hand still tangled in his shirt like even in sleep she refused to let him go too far. For a long moment, He didn’t move.Didn’t speak. Didn’t even breathe properly.He just stared at the ceiling while the first pale light of morning filtered through the witch’s crooked windows.And waited.Waited for it.For the old darkness in his blood. For the restless violence under his skin. For the constant pressure of something cursed and hungry pacing beneath his bones.But—There was nothing.No beast. No shadows. No rot curling through his instincts.Only silence.Only peace.Only the sound of Violetta breathing softly beside him.And for the first time in longer than he could remember—Draven Blackwood felt free.His throat tightened.His gaze shifted downward slowly.To her.She looked exhausted even in sleep.Beautiful. Fragile. Stronger than anyone had ever given her credit for.The bruises on her skin had faded in
The third night came too fast.Violetta barely felt the hours pass.One moment she was lying beside him in the narrow bed, listening to the steady rhythm of his breathing like she was memorizing it…and the next—She was standing barefoot in Seraphine’s ritual room.The air felt different tonight.Heavier.Charged.Like, even the walls knew something irreversible was about to happen.The circle had been prepared.Black candles burned in perfect symmetry. Ancient symbols carved into the wooden floor now glowed faintly—alive, pulsing with something old and dangerous. At the center—fire.Not a normal fire.Dark. Gold at the edges, but deep crimson at its core, flickering like it had a heartbeat of its own.Violetta’s throat tightened.Seraphine stood on the opposite side, already cloaked in ritual markings, her silver hair braided tightly down her back.Dimitri and Gerald stayed near the door.Silent for once.Because this—This was not something to joke about.Draven stood at the ed
The room Seraphine gave them was too small for distance.That was Violetta’s first thought the moment Draven shut the door behind them.It wasn’t a grand guest suite. It wasn’t even comfortable in the way Blackwood luxury had trained her to expect.It was old wood, candlelight, a stone fireplace, one narrow bed, one wardrobe, one washbasin, and a single tall window overlooking a forest thick with fog.One bed.Of course.Because apparently the universe, the council, and every cursed bloodline ancestor in existence had all decided she hadn’t suffered enough yet.Violetta stood in the center of the room with her bag still hanging from her shoulder and slowly turned to look at Draven.He was already looking at the bed too.Then at her.Then back at the bed.Silence.Heavy. Tense. Dangerously aware.Gerald, somewhere down the hall, chose that exact moment to say far too loudly—“I swear if they kill each other before the ritual, I’m leaving.”Dimitri muttered something back that sounde
They left after midnight.No formal escort. No royal convoy. No council banners announcing where the Blackwood Alpha and his Luna were headed.Only one black SUV cutting through the dark mountain roads under a moonless sky.Inside, the silence felt alive.Violetta sat in the back seat beside Draven, her fingers curled tightly in the folds of her black coat while the city lights disappeared farther and farther behind them.Dimitri drove.Gerald sat in the front passenger seat, cigarette unlit between his fingers for once, which was how everyone knew this was serious.No one had spoken for the first twenty minutes.Not because there was nothing to say.Because there was too much.A ritual. Blood magic. The possibility of breaking Draven’s curse. The possibility of dying if they tried.Violetta could still hear Madame Thorne’s voice in her head.If the mate bond destabilizes during the ritual… she may die with him.Her throat tightened.And beside her—Draven had been silent for too
The council chamber held its breath.Gerald stood in the center like a man who had finally been handed permission to ruin someone’s life.And judging by the way Celeste’s face had gone pale—He was about to enjoy it.“Proceed,” Elder Isolde said sharply.Gerald inclined his head just enough to be respectful.Then tapped the tablet in his hand.The massive silver screen behind the council seats flickered to life.At first, it showed nothing but timestamped security footage.A hallway. A service entrance. The outer corridor of a private lounge.Then—Celeste appeared on screen.A murmur rippled through the chamber instantly.She was wearing a dark cloak, hood up, but there was no mistaking her face as she entered a restricted lower-district building three nights before Violetta’s abduction.Celeste’s expression shifted.Barely.But enough.Violetta’s pulse started pounding.Gerald’s voice cut cleanly through the silence.“This footage was recovered from a confiscated surveillance syst
The moment Violetta stepped forward—The entire chamber shifted.Not loudly.Not dramatically.But undeniably.Because the woman Celeste had tried to corner…was no longer standing in the shadows.She was standing in the fire.And she wasn’t backing down.Draven’s hand hovered at her back for a second—like instinct demanded he pull her behind him again.Protect. Shield. Control.But then—he stopped himself.Because he saw her.Really saw her.The way her spine straightened. The way her chin lifted. The way her eyes—still carrying pain—now burned with something far more dangerous.Resolve.So instead of stopping her—He stepped half a pace back.Letting the room see her.Letting them understand exactly who they were trying to break.************ Violetta faced Celeste first.Not the council.Not the audience.Her.Because some battles needed to be personal before they became political.“You’re very bold,” Violetta said calmly.Celeste smirked.“And you’re very composed for someon
The King estate felt suffocating.Not because of the walls.Not because of the people.But because of the lies.They sat around that long polished table like judges deciding a criminal’s fate, speaking about Violetta as if she were nothing more than a stain on their family name.A liability.A mist
The cyberattack changed something fundamental.Until that night, Violetta had been reacting — stabilizing, protecting, consolidating. Now she understood that defense alone would not be enough. Selene was not testing boundaries; she was probing for fracture points.And she would not stop.Three days
The industrial complex Gerald brought her to did not appear on any public-facing corporate brochure. It was not branded with the polished aesthetic of King Enterprises’ headquarters. There were no glass towers or media-friendly entrances. It was functional. Guarded. Efficient.“This is one of his c
For seven days, Violetta did not leave the hospital except to change clothes.She learned the rhythm of the ICU monitors. She memorized the sound of his breathing machine. She began measuring time not by hours, but by nurse rotations and medication schedules.Morning: check his temperature.Afterno







