LOGINShe was never supposed to be his bride. But now she’s the most dangerous thing he owns. Jackla spent her life hiding from pain, from power, from the name she was born with. After six years of running, she thought she’d found peace at last, ready to marry Ryan…the man who made her believe in love again in the human world. But on her wedding day, her twin sister walked in with a gun and murdered him. Now, forced to impersonate that same sister and arranged to marry a ruthless Alpha who wants a breeder, she steps into a world where one wrong move could cost her everything. Alpha Morano Salvatore is cold, cruel, and suspicious. He knows his bride is lying. She’s too careful and too obedient. But when masked gunmen attack on their wedding night, something inside her snaps. Light explodes. Death follows. And Morano finally sees what she truly is. Now he wants to control her. Because power like that… shouldn’t go to waste. But Jackla didn’t just come to be Luna. She came to rise…to the top. Only one of them will win. How far will Jackla go to protect her child, unlock her powers, and reclaim the life that was stolen from her?
View MoreMORANOJackla was inside the private inner room with Priestess Yara while I sat alone in the quiet waiting area. Yara had bluntly asked me to join them, but my stubborn wife had instantly snapped back with a firm no, claiming she wouldn’t feel comfortable with me in the room. I scoffed under my breath at the fresh memory, my mind drifting right back to the dangerous stunt she had pulled at the breakfast table.Standing up to Adriana of all people was a death wish. I knew Adriana only held her tongue out of respect for my position, otherwise she would have lunged across the table and torn Jackla’s throat out.For the past few days, I had intentionally avoided Jackla. I had promised my own sanity that I would only speak to her when it was time to perform our marital duties, but she was ruthlessly pushing me straight to the edge. First, she had marched downstairs wearing that specific rosy pink dress—a dress I had personally bought years ago for Hazel. Seeing Jackla in it, with the f
JACKLA “You know I wasn’t in town for your wedding, so I apologize again, amore mio,” she purred. She called him that for the second time, and absolutely no one needed to translate that it literally meant my love.Another woman was calling my husband her love right in front of my face. Did she have any goddamn idea who I was?“Adriana, meet my wife, Jayla,” Morano said quietly. He kept his focus entirely on his plate, acting as if he hadn’t just casually introduced his new wife to a woman who was practically crawling all over him.Adriana pulled out a dining chair, sliding it inappropriately close to his side before sitting down. “So, how is life as a married man? How are the pack and the business? Fill me in on everything.” She waved a dismissive hand toward a nearby maid, who immediately scrambled over to start dishing out her food.Morano actually started talking, filling her in on his shipping businesses and pack territory. I sat there completely invisible to them, the rejection
JACKLA The days blurred by in a lonely haze, and I never laid my eyes on Morano during the sunlit hours. The only time I actually felt his presence was in the dead of night, when the mattress dipped under his massive weight whenever he crawled into bed to sleep. And every single morning, long before my eyes could even flutter open, he was completely gone. Today was no different; his side of the sheets was already freezing cold, and he was nowhere to be found in the quiet room.Was he intentionally avoiding me?I tried to tell myself that I couldn't care less. These past few nights had been the most peaceful moments I had experienced since arriving here, and a part of me truly wished our arrangement could just stay like this forever. But as I swung my legs over the edge of the mattress, a small piece of folded paper on the bedside table caught my eye.I picked it up, unfolding it to find his sharp, elegant handwriting. Come down for breakfast at 9:00 AM sharp. Don’t keep me waiting
MORANO “Boss,” Jake’s tense voice sliced straight through my heavy thoughts. “I’m sorry to barge in like this, but you really need to see this right now.” I straightened up instantly in my chair, locking my dark past away and entering full work mode. Jake stepped forward and slid a tab across the desk. The glowing screen flashed with the security footage of a few suspicious men roaming around the pack yesterday. They were moving in a calculated, sneaky formation. I recognized the crest on their jackets immediately. Kael’s men. The same men I tortured last night. “How fucking stupid can he actually be?” I scoffed, a dark, dangerous laugh vibrating in my chest. “He really thinks we wouldn't spot his rats crossing our lines? The boy is even more brainless than his dead father was.” “I’m just glad our border patrol caught their movements before they could pull off whatever stunt they were planning,” Jake chipped in, tapping the screen to close the surveillance tab. “I need t
JACKLA I stirred slightly, my arm automatically pulling a hard, warm surface closer to my chest. It felt more than comfortable…it was a soothing, solid weight that made me want to bury myself deeper and never let go. Then, a massive hand tightened around my waist, pulling me firmly against a wa
MORANO She let the bra drop, instinctively crossing her arms over her chest to shield herself from my gaze. The modesty didn't last long, she had to drop her hands to slide into the next gown. She tried on four more dresses, her small hands constantly fluttering to cover her bare skin between cha
JACKLA “Tricked you?” I repeated, my voice rising slightly despite the fear gripping my chest. “How did I trick you, Morano?” “The northern airstrips!” he roared, slamming his hand against the stone balustrade right next to my head. The sound echoed through the courtyard like a gunshot. “The plan
MORANO I stood in the doorway, my eyes locked on hers. I remembered the night she had slaughtered those men…how she had moved like a scarlet flame, fierce and unshakeable when the bullets started flying. But when Castellano’s men had moved to capture her, she had frozen. She hadn't lifted a finge






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