MasukThe music for the traditional dance began, and Tomas—an Alpha Zoriana barely knew—escorted her to the floor. As the couples formed a circle, she allowed herself to lose track of time; Tomas was a skilled partner. But the dance required frequent partner changes, and fate was rarely on Zoriana’s side.
Of the hundreds of Alphas present, the next man to rotate into her arms was Ryder.“Everything I said in the garden is true,” he whispered, his gaze burning into her. “I won’t stTristan spotted Zoriana’s silhouette as she bolted from the indoor gardens as if her life depended on it. Moments later, the Queen exited the greenery, her face twisted into a smug, victorious smile.Something was terribly wrong.“This has nothing to do with us,” Mars, his wolf, howled in his mind. “Go to Zoriana. Comfort her.”But Tristan was already striding into the gardens. He needed to see exactly what had shattered Zoriana and made the Queen so remarkably happy. He pushed through the lush foliage and stopped utterly shocked. Gael was making out with Flavia passionately. Tristan had known Gael since they were pups, and he knew Flavia was the last person the Prince would ever choose—even for a moment of mindless lust.As Tristan moved closer, Flavia jumped from Gael’s lap, frantically covering her breasts and pulling her dress back over her chest.“Tristan, you pervert!” she shrieked.“As far as I know, I’m walking in the pal
The music for the traditional dance began, and Tomas—an Alpha Zoriana barely knew—escorted her to the floor. As the couples formed a circle, she allowed herself to lose track of time; Tomas was a skilled partner. But the dance required frequent partner changes, and fate was rarely on Zoriana’s side.Of the hundreds of Alphas present, the next man to rotate into her arms was Ryder.“Everything I said in the garden is true,” he whispered, his gaze burning into her. “I won’t stop until I win you back.”Zoriana rolled her eyes, trying to rotate away to avoid the conversation. “Ryder, you have a fated mate and a pup on the way. It’s time to move on.”Before he could start another tiresome declaration of eternal love, the partners shifted again. Zoriana thought she couldn't get a worse partner, but she was wrong. Alpha Fabian’s hands wrapped around her waist, his grip bruisingly tight. His eyes narrowed into a hateful glare.“I won’t lie,” he h
“My advisor,” Gael said, and Zoriana’s heart fell disappointed. Her wolf whimpered in her mind, rolling in the fur ball to grieve. “I didn't know you treasured your employees so much,” Tristan smirked, his sarcastic undertone sharp enough to draw blood. “She is also my auditor... and perhaps, my fated mate.” Zoriana gasped, and Gael pressed his lips into a thin line, fighting the urge to lunge at Tristan. “That cannot be,” Gael said, steadying his breath. “Why? Are heartless devils not allowed to have mates?” Tristan teased. “No—it’s just that Alpha Zoriana would have told me. It’s unethical to audit a mate’s pack,” Gael defended, clutching the first lie that came to his mind. “Unethical to ensure her mate's pack has an adequate defence system a
Tristan looked toward the stairs and held his breath. Zoriana paused at the top, her fingers brushing the cold marble railing. Her black gown was a masterpiece, looking as though it had been designed specifically for her. The intricate beadwork caught the dim light, shimmering like dragon scales, while the feathered shoulder accents arched upward like the wings of a fallen angel, framing her face in a regal glow. As she began her slow descent, the daring plunge of the neckline became the focal point. The sheer, beaded fabric dipped dangerously low, highlighting the elegant curve of her throat and the silken expanse of her chest. It offered a breathless view of her cleavage—just enough to reveal the tempting fullness of her breasts, firm and perfectly contoured beneath the structured bodice. Every step she took caused the light to dance across her flawless skin, making her look like a tempting goddess.
Ryder was staring at pack ledgers, the numbers blurring before his eyes, when a pale Matteo barged into the study without knocking. His eyes were wide, and his hands were visibly trembling. “Are we under attack?” Ryder jumped to his feet, his wolf rising to the surface. “Worse,” Matteo muttered. “Your father is here. And he’s furious.” The door swung open with a violent crash. Former Alpha Ryan strode in, his presence filling the room with suffocating authority. “What the hell is this?” he roared, his chest heaving. “Depends on what you’re referring to, Father,” Ryder replied, trying to maintain his composure. “I departed for a few years to fulfil your mother’s dream of travelling the world. I left a flourishing pack in your hands!” Ryan paced the room like a caged beast. “And I return, looking forward to the Royal Ball, only to find this absolute damn mess.” “Father, just calm d
Flavia entered the Queen’s private lounge and bowed low.Queen Calista sat gracefully in a velvet armchair, idly petting the Pomeranian on her lap.She was in her forties but possessed the flawless skin and toned figure of a twenty-year-old she-wolf—her chestnut colour hair shined, and her aura radiated a power that commanded the room. Only the sharp wisdom in her sky-blue eyes betrayed her true age.“Flavia, my dear child, are you unwell? You look so pale,” the Queen said sweetly. “Please, have some pastries.”At a sharp look from the Queen, an Omega servant immediately began filling Flavia’s plate.“Thank you, Your Majesty,” Flavia said with a heavy sigh, looking as if she were on the verge of tears. “I am well, but I’ve started to have such doubts about myself.”“Pour us some wine and leave us,” Calista commanded the servant. Once the door clicked shut, she turned back to Flavia. “Just call me Calista, or mother. You are like







