Jolene was never supposed to stay. An omega with a shadowed past, she’s been hiding in the ruthless Dark Slayer Pack, keeping her scent cloaked and her secrets even closer. She’s counting down the days until she can disappear — quietly, without leaving a trace. There’s just one problem. Alpha Jayden. Her fated mate. He doesn’t know. He can’t know. Jo has spent years pretending the bond doesn’t exist, burying the pull in silence. But when a she-wolf named Lucy — an outcast on trial for murder — accidentally wears Jo’s unscent-masked clothing, everything crumbles. Jayden catches Lucy’s scent… and believes she’s the one. Now Jolene is forced to watch her mate fall for someone else. As strange deaths ripple through the werewolf world and the Royal Generals arrive to investigate, the lies Jo built her world on begin to crack. Why is she hiding her bond? What truth is she protecting? And what will happen when her scent is no longer hidden? In a world ruled by destiny, love, and betrayal — Jolene may be the only one who can stop what’s coming… But only if she dares to be found.
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It was one of those dull, cloudy mornings in Dark Slayer Pack — not quite raining, but the kind of grey that made everything feel a bit heavier. Jolene sat on her bed, legs tucked under a blanket, flipping through the final pages of her well-worn vampire novel. Her heart raced with anticipation; she was getting close to the climax.
Forbidden books always hit harder. Especially vampire ones, completely banned in the werewolf realm. That only made her obsession with them more delicious.
“Jo!” someone shouted from outside her room.
“Damn it,” she muttered under her breath. She quickly dog-eared her page and slid the book under her pillow just as the door burst open.
“Our Alpha’s expecting important guests soon,” said Polly, practically bouncing with excitement. “We have to start the preparations!”
Polly, her black hair swishing as she moved, clapped her hands like a child on sugar. She was Jolene’s roommate — and perpetually high on life.
“Oh! And the warriors are returning today!” she added, shaking Jolene’s arm with glee.
Jolene gave her a knowing look. “Jake, right?” she said dryly.
Polly blushed but didn’t deny it. Jake was a young warrior always sent away on assignments — a constant heartbreak for Polly.
“I already helped Gina with her wardrobe. She said I’m done for the day,” Jolene offered, hopeful.
“Alpha said all omegas are needed — kitchen or mansion. Your choice.” Polly smirked.
“Fine,” Jolene sighed. “Kitchen.”
She didn’t even get to tie her apron before chaos erupted.
Slap. Slap.
“You little bitch!” Gina’s voice echoed down the hallway.
Jolene stepped out of the kitchen just in time to see Gina yank a young girl’s hair.
Lucy.
Eight years old, accused of killing her own mother. Nobody believed her cries of innocence back then. They said her fingerprints were on the dagger. But Jolene always suspected she’d been framed. The evidence came too easily.
“You think you’re better than me, huh? Whore!” Gina’s boot collided with Lucy’s ribs.
Lucy didn’t fight back. She never did.
“Miss!” Jolene called out, loud and clear.
Gina paused mid-slap. “What is it, Jo?”
“The Alpha… he was asking for you. Right now,” Jolene lied, managing a straight face.
Gina blinked, fluffed her hair, and hurried off, forgetting Lucy entirely.
Jolene exhaled and crouched beside the trembling girl. “Come on,” she said gently. “Let’s get you out of here.”
“I’ll be fine,” Lucy whispered, trying to stand, but her knees buckled.
“Nice try.” Jolene steadied her and led her down the hall, away from prying eyes.
She hesitated at the door to Lucy’s usual room — a dingy basement crawling with insects and stale air. There was no way she’d leave anyone in that place, not tonight.
Instead, she led Lucy to her own room.
“Just stay low,” Jolene said as she helped her into bed. “Gina will cool off eventually.”
Lucy looked around, overwhelmed. “No one’s ever helped me before,” she said softly.
Jolene offered a small smile. “Well, now someone has.”
She rummaged through her drawers and handed Lucy a clean shirt and joggers. “Change into these. Rest. I’ll cover your shift in the kitchen.”
By the time Jolene finished plating the final dish — seared steak with cream risotto, brioche buns, fresh juice — the mansion buzzed with anticipation. Guests would arrive any minute now.
She was lining glasses on a trolley when a furious growl ripped through the air.
Her heart froze. Alpha Jayden.
People were already crowding near the entrance as she stepped out of the kitchen. Curious murmurs, gasps.
At the center of it all — Lucy.
She stood there, terrified, facing Alpha Jayden’s wrath.
“You can’t be my mate!” he bellowed, eyes burning.
The room went silent.
Lucy stood frozen, lips parted, eyes brimming with fear and disbelief.
Shock rippled through the crowd.
Gina’s face twisted into something vicious. She looked like she could kill.
And Jolene?
Jolene stood still, watching from the edge of the crowd, her heart sinking.
Because Lucy wasn’t the Alpha’s true mate.
She was.
But no one knew.
Not even Alpha Jayden himself.
The faint scent of books and dust still clung to Jo’s clothes as she trailed her fingers across the spines of ancient tomes. The library was pitch black, lit only by a single golden torch hovering above her table. She’d lost track of how long she’d been flipping through records—most written in languages she could only half-decipher. None of them mentioned Malrik. None of them mentioned Hades.A quiet shuffle made her pause. She tensed.Don stood in the doorway, arms folded casually, his voice like velvet wrapped in stone. “Still chasing ghosts?”She shut the book with a soft thud, eyes unreadable. “Some ghosts matter.”He stepped inside. “You’ve been here all afternoon. You should eat.”Jo hesitated, but nodded. “Fine.”Dinner was served in a hushed, candlelit chamber. The table was long, the plates polished, but the food might as well have been ash.He drank slowly, savoring the wine as he leaned back in his chair. “Found anything useful”Jo blinked. “There were some useful informati
Jo wasn’t sure what unnerved her more—the way the air grew colder the closer they got to the Wind Warrior Pack… or the way Alpha Don had been speaking ever since they left.She sat across from him, watching his profile as the forests of the Royal palace blurred past. He hadn’t said much for the past hour, until—“My brother used to love these woods.”Jo glanced up. “You’ve never mentioned a brother.”Don gave a tight-lipped smile. “There’s a lot I don’t mention.”His gaze didn’t shift from the window, but his voice turned heavier, like something long buried was bubbling to the surface.“We were twins. Predicted to follow different paths, one good, one evil.” A cold laugh escaped him. “The Goddess doesn’t like to choose, so she left it up to us. We grew up competing for everything.”Jo frowned. “What happened to him?”Don finally turned to her. His eyes, usually unreadable, were suddenly sharp. Haunted.“I believe he’s still out there. Watching.” Don leaned forward, voice lowering.Bef
Peter hung limp in the chains, his shirt long gone, his chest smeared with bruises, old cuts, and filth. A ghost of the man who had she has once called father.....Caleb was silent beside her. His body hummed with quiet rage, but he didn’t speak. He didn’t have to. Not yet.“Start from the beginning,” he said after a long beat.Peter didn’t move at first. Then slowly, like a marionette tugged to life, he lifted his head.His eyes, bloodshot and ringed with purple, found Lucy.He smiled.“Well,” he rasped, voice like gravel. “The cursed child finally returns.”Lucy didn’t blink. “Tell me the truth.”Peter tilted his head, cracking his neck with an audible pop. “Truth? Funny thing for you to ask, considering you’ve been living a lie your whole life.”Her fingers curled at her sides.“I didn’t kill her,” Lucy said softly. “And you knew it.”Peter’s lip curled. “Of course I did.”The words hit like ice water. Sharp. Immediate. Tears threatening to spill.Lucy staggered a step.“You… knew,
Jo’s cloak fluttered behind her as she moved through the outer gates.The air outside the palace walls felt colder—emptier somehow. The forest beyond was thick with morning mist, and every step toward it felt heavier than the last. A small party of Wind warriors waited near the eastern path, saddled and silent. Alpha Don stood beside them, speaking quietly to one of his men, but when he saw her approach, he straightened.Jo carried no hesitation in her stride. She had already packed. Already said her goodbyes. The weight in her chest from the night before—Theo’s silent understanding, the press of his muzzle against her palm—still sat heavy beneath her ribs. She hadn’t told anyone. Not Sarah, not sweet Evie.This was her decision.Don looked at her as she stopped beside him. “You are coming?”Jo gave a single nod. “I want to come with you. To your pack. To the library. I need to know more about Malrik. About the Goblet. All of it.”He didn’t question it. Just gave her the slightest nod
Jo walked through the eastern corridor, the conversation with Alpha Don still echoing in her mind. His words, his offer—the mention of Malrik.As Jo rounded the corner near the older omegas’ wing, her steps slowed.Low voices filtered through the open archway ahead—maids, maybe three or four of them, their arms full of linens, speaking in hushed but eager tones. They didn’t see her.“…I don’t care if she’s his fated mate,” one of them hissed. “She still acted like the other woman.”Jo froze.“I know!” another whispered. “Kissing the Alpha King like that, right after the courtyard was still burning? Alpha Don was barely breathing! And she’s off playing tragic romance under the moonlight?”“Shhh,” a third warned, but her tone was laced with delight. “Someone might hear.”“Well, someone should say it,” the first one snapped. “Queen Olivia wouldn’t be caught dead behaving like that. She had grace. Power. She didn’t throw herself at him like a siren temptress.”Jo’s spine stiffened.“She i
The Royal Healers had finally returned from the Ice Pack.Jo felt their presence before she saw them—calm, collected energy seeping through the palace like mist.But Jo couldn’t settle. Her dream still clung to her like sea spray. That light. That voice.She wandered outside, breathing in the cooler air, and found herself near the training barracks again.“Jo,” a voice called.She turned to find Alpha Don, the Wind Warrior leader, standing a few paces away, his cloak fluttering slightly though there was no breeze. Tall, graceful, and still with the scar on his face.“Alpha Don,” she greeted politely.He nodded. “You don’t look like your fiery self today.”“I’ve had trouble sleeping,” Jo admitted.His eyes lingered on her, searching. “There’s something strange about you,” he said suddenly. “Like the air shifts when you’re near.”Jo raised an eyebrow. “Get in line, you are definitely not the first one to call me strange”He blinked, as if startled by his own honesty. “I... didn’t mean i
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