LOGINWhen a ruthless Alpha is forced to take a wife or lose his crown, love is never part of the equation. With no fated mate and no time left, he chooses control—a contract marriage. A bride for rent. Five years. No affection. No freedom. For her, obedience has always been the cost of survival. Orphaned, abused, and betrayed by the man she trusted, marriage becomes just another prison, until she is dragged into a world she never knew existed. Wolves. Ancient laws. A powerful Alpha who sees her as temporary, disposable, and easy to forget. Until fate interferes. A single touch, a glowing mark and a bond that should not exist. She is his mate, and he rejects it. Convinced the Moon has made a cruel mistake, the Alpha refuses to accept a broken human woman with a painful past as his Luna. But the bond does not fade. It tightens. Grows stronger. Deadlier. Because the council is watching.Enemies are circling. And her forgotten past is awakening. Was she ever truly a bride for rent… or was she always destined to be his Luna? And when the Alpha is forced to choose between power and fate, will he claim her… or destroy them both?
View MoreTHIRD PERSON POVSeraphina had been in the holding room for four days.It was made of stone walls, a narrow bed, and a small window set too high to see anything except sky. A guard outside the door at all hours. Meals brought and left without conversation.She had not slept much.She sat mostly on the edge of the bed with her hands between her knees and listened to the sounds of the house moving around her. She was in the particular stillness that comes when a person has done the thing they decided to do and now there is only waiting to find out what it cost.She knew they had found the bottle.She had known the moment Rowan appeared in her doorway and told her to turn out her pockets that it was over. She had hidden it well but not well enough, and she had always known somewhere underneath all the planning that there was no version of this that ended cleanly for her.She had done it anyway.She sat with that.On the first day she had gone over it in her head. Every step. The kitchen.
THIRD PERSON POVRowan moved through the main house like a man with a clock in his chest.He started in the kitchen.Osa was the first person he found. She was awake as the commotion of the healer being called had traveled fast through the house — and she was standing near the counter with her hands clasped together, her face tight with worry."The Queen's morning tray," Rowan said. "Who touched it today?""I prepared it myself," Osa said. "Same as every morning.""Did you leave the kitchen at any point between preparing it and carrying it up?"Osa opened her mouth and closed it. Her brow folded. "I stepped out briefly. Maybe five minutes. There was a noise in the back corridor, so I thought one of the younger staff had dropped something.""And the tray was unattended during that time."It wasn't a question.Osa's face went pale. "Yes," she whispered. "But I wasn't gone long. I didn't think—""Did anyone pass through the kitchen before you left or when you returned?"She thought about
THIRD PERSON POVRebecca began to feel weak by the afternoon of the second day.It started as tiredness. It sat behind her eyes and made the light feel slightly too bright and the sounds around her slightly too sharp. She had been in a long council meeting that morning and had assumed it was that — the meeting had run over by two hours, and she had not eaten properly beforehand.She drank water and kept going.By evening, the tiredness had become something heavier. A warmth at the back of her neck that was not comfortable warmth and a slowness in her limbs that she had to work against to move normally.She said nothing at dinner.Donald noticed anyway."You're quiet," he said."Tired," she said. "Long day."He looked at her with a particular attention that seemed like something was off. She met his eyes and gave him a small reassuring smile and he let it go, though she could see from the way he watched her for the rest of the meal that he had not entirely let it go.She went to bed ea
THIRD PERSON POVSeraphina started small by operating carefully and not with big moves. She tried not to announce herself or leave trails that would cause people to notice. She started paying attention differently.Her anger no longer focused on Rebecca's face or her relationship with Donald or the things that fed the bitterness which she had been doing involuntarily for weeks, and it had gotten her nowhere except angrier.She started paying attention to patterns. To the shape of Rebecca's days. What she ate and when. Who prepared it? Who carried it to her? Which guard stood at which door and at what hour? Which rooms Rebecca moved through alone and which ones she was always accompanied in?She did this quietly over the course of two weeks.She was still the obedient attendant every morning, still sorting the correspondence, answered when spoken to and left when dismissed. Nobody watching her would have seen anything different. She had always been good at keeping her face arranged.
THIRD PERSON POVThe council of elders did not wait for an answer this time around. Instead, they demanded it. The allegations were not just mere allegations and for Seraphina to lay such against the Queen, it means that there must've been an iota of truth.The elders were already seated long befo
Third Person POVThe night had gotten darker now but unlike the calm that blanketed the land, Rebecca’s mind refused to rest.Her room felt too still and silent, heavy with thoughts she could not quite name.She sat at the edge of the bed, her phone resting in her hands, her fingers hovering over t
THIRD PERSON POVRebecca did not move immediately.Her body had gone still the moment she saw Seraphina standing there, poised, elegant, and entirely too comfortable in a moment that did not belong to her. The faint smile on Seraphina’s lips was not one of concern, nor even curiosity—it was the kin
Third Person POVThe late afternoon sun had begun its slow descent, casting long golden streaks across the estate grounds. The air was calm, almost deceptively peaceful, as if the land itself was unaware of the storm quietly gathering beneath its surface.Rebecca and Rowan walked side by side along






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