PrologueIt 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
Chapter 1- Proposition *Flashback*"And what happened to the father bear, Mumma?" eight-year-old Lucy asked, her big blue eyes wide with curiosity.Her mother, Wilma, chuckled softly and tucked the unicorn blanket around Lucy’s small frame. “Sweetheart, we’ll finish the story tomorrow. It’s way past your bedtime.”She pressed a kiss to Lucy’s forehead, brushing back her curls with a familiar, gentle hand.That was the last time Lucy saw her mother alive.The next morning, she woke up to chaos. Loud voices, heavy footsteps, the air thick with panic.Still half-asleep, Lucy tiptoed out of her room and froze at the sight in the hallway. A tall man, dressed in black, stood over her mother, stabbing her again and again.“Mumma!” she screamed, racing toward them. But the man didn’t even glance her way. He slipped out the back door and disappeared.Lucy dropped to her knees beside her mother’s bleeding body. Wilma’s breaths were shallow, crackling with every second that passed.Then came the
“What in Moon Goddess’ name... is this true?” Lucy gasped, covering her mouth with both hands in shock.“Yes. Well... that could be the only plausible explanation,” Jo said, rubbing her temples in an attempt to ease the throbbing headache blooming behind her eyes. “I try my best to cover my scent in all my clothes and belongings. But when I gave you my spare clothes earlier... I forgot. And I didn’t expect you to come out to the kitchen so fast.”“But if you really are Alpha Jayden’s mate, why not just tell him?” Lucy chirped, her blue eyes shining brightly — a light Jo had never seen in her before. It made Jo smile weakly. “Even if we’re omegas, a mate bond is sacred. It's above all werewolf laws.”“Lucy, it’s a lot more complicated than you think.” Jo’s voice softened. “And it’s better if you don’t know the full story. I’m just asking you to play along. Pretend to be Alpha Jayden’s mate for a while. I’ll give you all of my scented clothes, and we’ll drag this out long enough to make
Lucy finally reached her basement room and paused, taking in the grimy scene. Dust floated thickly in the stale air, clinging to the cracked walls. Insects crawled freely across the floor — and sometimes even across her skin. Once, she would have screamed. Now, she barely noticed.She bent down and grabbed a few pieces of clothing, her movements mechanical. Sitting down on the edge of the creaky bed, Lucy stared blankly at the room she had been trapped in for so long.Everything was changing so quickly. After years of nothing but misery... could she really be free in just a few months?Her hand trembled slightly as she remembered her small pouch. She had hidden it deep inside an old dusty vase. Her tiny savings — enough, she hoped, to buy herself a real start.Lucy crossed the room and reached inside the vase. Her fingers brushed the rough fabric just as footsteps echoed down the basement stairs.She stiffened."Well, well. Looks like the dumb bitch is packing to go somewhere," Gina’s
"What an annoying guest," Jo thought bitterly as she stalked back toward the kitchen. Not only did he have the audacity to wander alone through a foreign pack, but he also insulted her cooking. Royal guards and generals — always bursting with ego and pride. It was no secret Jo hated them with passion.When she reentered the kitchen, the chaos had only worsened. Polly was darting around, barking orders at the overwhelmed omegas."Polly, you need to slow down," Jo said, trying to soothe her friend. "You’re going to make all the omegas cry with that tone."Polly paused, pressing her fingers against her temples. "I just found out the royal visit’s been extended for a week," she muttered, exasperated. "They were supposed to stay one night. Now I have to prepare more rooms, assign extra omegas — it’s total chaos. I know you wanted Lucy to rest, but... I really need more hands."Jo sighed. "Alright, fine. But assign Lucy with me, okay? We'll manage."Polly raised an eyebrow, watching her a
"Caleb, any updates?" Dante mindlinked, already knowing his friend was probably in bed with another she-wolf."Nah, man," Caleb replied casually. "I was busy dealing with a... rather important issue that required my immediate attention."Dante rolled his eyes and sighed heavily. Of course.They were only supposed to stay here one night. But after his encounter with Jolene... everything changed. He had extended the visit for a full week, wasting precious time — and he didn’t even care. Not when he knew his mate was here. Somewhere close.His heart screamed that it was Jolene. But then... why had the other girl carried the same scent too? Was he mistaken? Was something wrong with him?"Just make sure you speak to the witnesses by this evening," Dante ordered sharply, snapping the mindlink shut.This mission was supposed to be straightforward. Instead, he couldn’t get Jolene’s face — her wild, vibrant hair — out of his mind. He needed to see her again. No — he had to.*"What do
"I’m only joking, Miss Jo," Dante said with a smirk tugging at his handsome mouth.Jo didn’t believe him for a second. He knew something. She could see it in the way he watched her — sharp, too sharp.She would need to get back to her room later to reinforce the masking of her scent. She also had to strengthen Lucy’s masking... and fast. This was getting riskier by the hour.Nothing — absolutely nothing — was going to come between her and her future. She had been on the run for too long. Sleeping with one eye open. Fighting off the darkness at every turn.And now? Now, she had Lucy to fight for too. Lucy deserved freedom. They both did."Ha-ha," Jo said dryly. "Do all the werewolves from the royal kingdom have such impeccable humor? Because if so, I’ll need to strike the royal kingdom off my travel list."She clapped her hands together before Dante could reply, flashing him with a sarcastic smile."If you’re done with your jokes, shall we make haste to the hunting grounds, Ge-n
As Jo led Dante toward the hunting ground, the noise of the gathering crowd grew louder and louder.Jo’s stomach twisted in disgust.Every year, the Dark Slayer pack held their "traditional hunt" — a brutal bloodsport where captured slaves were hunted down and killed. They weren’t just demons, either. Many were wandering elves, half-fairies, and other magical creatures caught near the no-man’s border. Creatures that didn’t deserve to die.Alpha Jayden took perverse pride in these hunts, flaunting them as some glorious tradition. Jo doubted the royal King and Queen even knew what was happening here.The hunting ground was already filling up. Slaves in shackles — bruised, battered, defeated — were herded like cattle, their eyes hollow.Jo flinched instinctively at the sight but quickly straightened her posture. She couldn’t afford to show weakness here.Above the grounds, a grand tent stood overlooking the field, filled with higher-ranked officials lounging comfortably, sipping win
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
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
The dream returned.Same shore. Same call. Her feet drifted forward without thinking, the cool sand pressing between her toes as that sound—faint and familiar—drew her in. It was gentle, almost like a lullaby, but there was something sad buried in it. Like someone was calling her... and missing her at the same time.The waves rolled slowly and steady, their rhythm syncing with the tight, quiet thud of her heart.And then—suddenly—the light broke through.It wasn’t warm or cold. It was blinding. A pure white form emerged from the waves, and as Jo blinked against the glow, a figure began to shape.Someone familiar. Someone long gone.But before she could name them—before she could scream or fall to her knees—the dream shattered, pulling her back into darkness.Jo woke with a soft gasp, her body tangled in sheets, her heart racing like a war drum. The dream lingered like salt on her lips as if she really was just at the ocean, blinded by the light.What were these dreams? And why did th
Jo exhaled slowly, her voice a low murmur.“I don’t know why it failed.”Evie blinked. “You mean… it wasn’t Victor?”Jo’s eyes flicked to the firelight, shadows dancing over her scarred cheek. “I gave it everything I had. My intentions were real—raw, even. I didn’t walk into that chamber planning to lie, and I wasn’t afraid of the truth. That Goblet should’ve accepted us.”Sarah studied her carefully. “But it didn’t.”“No,” Jo said softly. “It didn’t.”The former Queen tilted her head. “So… you think it was him?”“I don’t know.” Jo leaned forward, bracing her elbows on her knees. “That’s the part that haunts me. Maybe it was Victor. Maybe it was me. Maybe it was both of us carrying too many secrets, too much shame. The Goblet doesn’t care about feelings—it cares about truth.”Sarah’s voice was quieter now. “Do you regret it?”Jo’s eyes sharpened. “No.”The room held its breath.“I don’t regret what I gave him. Or what I told him. I meant every word. Even the parts that scared me,” she
Jo had been wandering the hallways of the demon kingdom, lost in her thoughts, when she found herself outside Victor's room. She hadn’t planned on visiting him, but something drew her to the door. She hesitated, her hand hovering just above the handle. She could sense something was wrong. The air around the door felt thick with a strange energy, almost suffocating.She heard a low, pained whimper from inside. Her heart clenched.Victor? Without thinking, Jo pushed the door open and stepped inside.The room was shrouded in darkness, but it wasn’t just the absence of light. This darkness felt alive, pulsating, almost like it was breathing. And there, in the middle of it, was Victor, doubled over in pain, his hands clutching his head.“Victor!” Jo’s voice trembled with concern as she rushed to his side. She could see his body trembling, sweat glistening on his brow. He looked up at her, his eyes a mixture of pain and something else—fear.“Jo…stay back,” he managed to gasp out between brea
Jo sat stiffly on the edge of the opulent bed, her gaze fixed on Belial. The dim light filtering through the heavy curtains cast long shadows across the room.Belial's presence suddenly became commanding, his dark armor and intense gaze making the room feel even colder. There was only seriousness in the air now.He took a deliberate step closer to Jo, his voice dropping to a low, grim tone. "There is something you need to understand about the demon kings, Jolene. Victor killed Hades because his madness turned to the point of no return. Hades wanted Sea kingdom's most precious weapon, and Victor had a change of heart after meeting you. However, I am now worried about what this means for Victor.The madness is a truth that haunts every ruler who sits upon the throne of the underworld."Jo’s heart quickened, her thoughts racing as she tried to grasp the gravity of Belial’s words. "What are you talking about? What truth?"Belial’s eyes, sharp and unwavering, met hers. "The madness. Every d
Victor stared at Jo dangerously. If looks could kill, Jo would be six feet deep already. Before the siren could decently cover herself in front of the crowd that was now gathering, Victor snapped his fingers, and instantly the warrior next to her started grasping for air, his hands around his neck as if something invisible was choking him, robbing him of air. 'Victor, stop', the siren pleaded for the warrior who she knew was probably a victim of Pat's evil plan. 'Fuck this Jo', the demon king mumbled. 'You care about this warrior so much?'. Jo knew it was a wrong move because the warrior's body suddenly went still. She knew he was dead, so she dared not look at the body lying next to her. Tears were welling up in her eyes, this was not how she imagined her 18th birthday to have been celebrated. Damn it. She did not even want to have a celebration in the first place. 'Everyone who dares lay their eyes on my soon-to-be bride will have it ripped out of their socket. OUT!', Victor