เข้าสู่ระบบZoriana, Scott, and Brayden simultaneously looked up as the physician stepped out of Zoriana’s trailer.
"How is she?" Zoriana asked, her voice tight with nerves. "No permanent physical damage," the doctor sighed. "She’ll recover quickly enough on the outside, but emotionally... she’s fragile. She’ll need a lot of care. I’d strongly suggest a specialist." Zoriana nodded and moved toward the entrance. Scott and Brayden moved to follow, but she held uMeeting a fated mate was supposed to be the most important moment in a werewolf’s life. It was the fairy tale they heard about as pups, the moment they waited for from the second they felt their wolves stir. It was the moment eyes locked, the most delicious scent hit the nostrils, and wolves howled "Mate!" while their humans raced to embrace, screaming "Mine!" for the whole world to know they were complete. Prince Gael did none of that. In the back of Zoriana’s mind, Kalina whimpered in deep, agonising sorrow. He didn't even acknowledge the bond. He didn't acknowledge her. Zoriana’s heart should have shattered into a million pieces, but it didn't; it was still too scarred from Ryder’s betrayal to break again. Yet, it hurt—a dull, throbbing ache that made it hard to draw air. To be rejected by a choice was one thing, but to be ignored by a fated mate was a different kind of pain. "Of course", she thought bitterly. "He’s a Prince. He’s already in love and engaged. A foreign pr
The red Ducati roared to a halt in front of the grand hotel, its engine ticking as it cooled. Zoriana didn't rush. She took a moment to pull off her helmet, her heart drumming a steady, rhythmic beat of war. A few weeks ago, she would have arrived in the passenger seat of Ryder’s SUV, wearing a dress he chose, playing the part of the silent, supportive Luna. Today, she was the driver. Today, she was the storm.She dismounted with a lethal grace. Security guards at the entrance froze, their eyes tracking her. They looked at her with undisguised admiration, but beneath that, there was confusion—they could smell the raw, Alpha power rolling off her, but they couldn't reconcile it with the beautiful woman standing before them. Her heels clicked sharply against the marble floor, the sound echoing through the lobby like a countdown.Inside the elevator, Zoriana stared at her reflection. The ivory suit's structured blazer framed her neckline with daring precision, and the high-waisted trouse
“Again!” Zoriana commanded.Aella lunged at her, but Zoriana dodged the attack with ease. Aella stumbled, her chest heaving as she tried to catch her breath.“Oh, I am completely out of shape,” Aella muttered, wiping sweat from her forehead.“Train harder and soon you’ll be back to your old self—and then we’ll push you even further,” Zoriana encouraged, her voice softening. “Now, attack again.”Aella was exhausted, but the victory of her newfound freedom and the simmering desire for revenge kept her moving. Nearby, Scott and several warriors formed a loose circle, cheering her on. She was about to lunge again when she saw Zoriana freeze, her gaze fixed on the mountain peak. Aella followed her eyes and saw three wolves’ silhouettes standing motionless against the sky. They were being watched.The moment the wolves realized they had been spotted, they vanished into the tree line.“Rogues,” Scott muttered, stepping up beside Zoriana
“Alpha Zoriana, it is Crown Prince Gael,” said a low, magnificent voice. It was a voice that somehow spread a primal warmth through Zoriana’s body, yet she refused to lower her guard.“Good afternoon, Your Highness,” she answered, her voice polite and professional.“Please, call me Gael,” he said softly. Across the line, she could almost hear the smirk in his tone. “Beta Karel told me about your conversation. I am calling to clarify the situation regarding your petition.”Zoriana’s lips pressed into a thin line. “Well...Gael… I assume you are aware of the reality Lunas and other she-wolves are facing. In my case, I worked relentlessly for five years for the pack, only to be forced out empty-handed because you personally rejected my petition for asset division.”“My apologies; I was not fully briefed on the specifics of your circumstances,” Gael replied. His voice was smooth, like velvet over steel. “You could have appealed to the Council to give me more clarity. You must understand, t
The following day, the bruises and bite marks on Aella’s body had faded, but the wounds on her soul refused to heal. She trembled at the slightest sound and refused to leave her bed. Zoriana, Scott, and Braydon took turns watching over her, never leaving her side even while she slept. After finishing her shift, Zoriana stepped outside to let Scott take over. She sat in the grass, trying to clear her head. The sunbeams caressed her skin and birds chirped, but her mind was a whirlwind of dead-end solutions. Rejecting the mate bond would likely kill Aella; returning to her pack certainly would. Zoriana flipped restlessly through law books, hunting for a loophole. But there was nothing. Her phone buzzed. Unknown number. “Alpha Zoriana Roux,” she answered. She couldn't help but smile; the title still brought her a flicker of joy. Not a Luna, not an Alpha's daughter—a first female Alpha in her own right. “Alpha Zoriana, good day.
Zoriana, Scott, and Brayden simultaneously looked up as the physician stepped out of Zoriana’s trailer. "How is she?" Zoriana asked, her voice tight with nerves. "No permanent physical damage," the doctor sighed. "She’ll recover quickly enough on the outside, but emotionally... she’s fragile. She’ll need a lot of care. I’d strongly suggest a specialist." Zoriana nodded and moved toward the entrance. Scott and Brayden moved to follow, but she held up a hand to stop them. "Guys, let me talk to her first. After what she’s been through, let's not overwhelm her." She pulled the door handle, her mind racing. Was the rogue attack on her connected to what happened to Aella? Did they target her friend because they couldn't destroy her? She stepped inside and her heart clenched. Aella was sitting on the bed, hugging her knees to her chest and rocking slowly, her eyes fixed on the tiny window. Zoriana sat







