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I stand in front of my father’s chamber, seething. Tears blur my vision as I listen to my parents' voice tearing through the door.
"You cannot do this, Adric!" Mother cries. "She is your daughter. This is so cruel! I was the one you hated, not her!" "Stay out of this, you whore!" Alpha Aldric snarls. "Your daughter is of no use after all. Her life is pathetic. A curse and a disgrace to the family, whom I should have ended the moment she was born. This is the only value she has. We'll marry her off to him and save the pack from those ruthless rogue bandits.” "Send a complaint to my brother, the werewolf king! They'll send the army—” “Do you think I haven’t tried?!” he roars, voice filled with irritation. “Your brother has ignored us for years. You are worthless just like your daughter. Our marriage should have secured the royal family's support, but they abandoned us. Drogo wants to Isolde. There is no going back.” I freeze. Drogo? As in Drogo, the rogue Alpha. “Please. Aldric," mother pleas. "She cannot marry him. Your mistress sealed my daughter’s wolf. She won’t survive!” I’m breathing way too hard. My veins are on fire, and the world around me has blurred into darkness. This can’t be right. There is no way my father will be this cruel to marry me off to the cruelest man in the country. I want to storm in and yell at my father. I want to let him know that I would rather be sold to the sickest whorehouse than marry Drogo. But, knowing my father, it is impossible to change his decision. “Your daughter was born under the red moon and doesn’t have a wolf because you slept with someone else. It’s probably a curse the moon goddess laid upon you.” “You did not believe that nonsense, Aldric. Isolde is your pup. Flesh and blood” “And this is a way for her to prove it. She will marry him, and we’ll save the pack!” “You shouldn't have made deals with Drogo in the first place!” Mother’s voice edges with anger and frustration. “You are the cause of this, Aldric! Why use my daughter to cover up your mistakes, you old fool! Come at me! My daughter has suffered enough, bastard!" I don’t remember my mother ever cursing, especially at my father. She always kept her head low, obedient, as if immune to the jeers thrown at her, and she forced me to do the same as an act of protection, because our pack was filled with people who wanted me gone. It's a miracle I've spent twenty years living. The silence that follows is deafening before my father’s voice comes, deeply dangerous. "What did you just say to me?" "Aldric, I... I..." A loud crash echoes. I burst into the room before I can stop myself. It was forbidden to enter the Alpha’s chamber without a knock, but I don’t give a damn anymore. My stomach churns at the sight. Father approaches mother, whose back had cracked against the wall, a sword in his hand, eyes glowing with rage. In the next breath, he shoves the sword into her belly. The walls shake with my scream. Tears blur my vision as my father whispers to her that he should have done this a long time ago. My gaze finds my mother's. Her eyes brim with tear as they begin to lose light. Her blood pours, dark and heavy, soaking her dress and pooling at her feet. "Run," she raps. "Run, my daughter." Mother gasps as Alpha Aldric ruthlessly yank out the sword and locks his thick, heavy gaze with mine. Anger consume me. "I'd rather die than marry Drogo, you monster!!!" I yell and bolt out of the room. He yells orders to the guards to catch me. Even though my wolf is sealed, I knew every nook and corner of the pack better than anyone else. And it was for this reason: To escape. I manage to slip away. Barely. There is an arrow plunge at the side of my waist, soaking my cloth in blood. I snap it off, leaving the head of the arrow in my flesh, and wrap a cloth around it. There is only one place I can turn to, and that’s where I’m going. I nudge my horse forward, riding through the dark forest with a dark cloak concealing my red hair. The hoof thuds against the grasses hastily. Trees hang above, stretching like claws desperate to reach the dark sky. The moonlight pack was a pack away. The Alpha son, Nathan, is my secret lover. He is my first friend, first crush, and first love. His father and mine were allies, so he visits frequently. Unlike the others, he never treated me like a curse, and our relationship miraculously bloomed into love. Nathan promised to end my misery once we get married. He’ll be mad to hear my father wants me off the most ruthless man in the country. And hope to the moon, he’ll save my mother too. Hang on, Mother. I’m going to save you. Reaching the pack, I dismount my horse with a painful groan. My hand clutches the bleeding wound that has soaked through my dress. My breath comes ragged, my head spinning. Every movement stings as I drag myself toward the building ahead. The Alpha’s house. “Back off,” one of the guards barks, crossing my path. His gaze flicks to my wound and back to my face with a look of disapproval. “Nathan… I need to see Nathan,” I rasps. “Sire Nathan?” He shoots a snobby look at me. “How dare you call him by name. You got a death wish?” “I need to see him,” I say again, staggering forward. They all draw out their swords, pointing them at me. “I’m the daughter of Alpha Aldric. Not an enemy.” I shake my head. “Tell Sire Nathan, Isolde is here to see him. He’ll understand.” “You don’t look like an Alpha’s daughter. You look more like a rogue to me,” their leader snarled. “Go back unless you want to lose your head.” This is bad. My father’s men must already be close by now, and these men won’t let me see the only man who can save me. I’ve never visited Nathan in his pack. He'd insisted I shouldn't due to his privacy. He had been the one visiting, promising once his father gives him the Alpha position, he will marry me. “You don’t understand. I need to see him!” I surge forward, only to be shove back. I yelp loudly as my tailbone hits the floor with a thud. “Arrest her!” The leader snarls. Just in time, the door creaks open. Nathan steps out, clad in a fine silk dress, with a frown. He asks what was going on. As the guards explain, his eyes meet mine, and his brows crease harder. “Nathan, I need your help.” I scramble to my feet, ignoring the pain. “Alpha Aldric. He wants to kill my mother and marry me off to…” "I don't care whatever you are about to say, woman. Get out," Nathan cut in. His tone sends a shiver up my spine. My breath hitch “Nathan…” "How dare you let a cursed woman cross the territory!" He snaps at the guards, voice colder than the frigid air. What is he saying? Cursed woman? Me? The guard stiffens, mumbling apologies. One begins to explain, but Nathan raises a hand to silence him. Then his cold eyes meet mine once again. Colder than ice and slicing through my guts in the most brutal way. No recognition. Just pure undiluted hatred. "Remove her from here. Today of all days, I will not have her filth near my wedding."ISOLDEDrogo’s body grows hot, and his scent turns intoxicating, like some addictive drug that messes with my thinking. His mouth, warm and passionate, sucks against my skin, trailing to my jaw and throat.I find myself digging my fingers into his skin, wanting more.I feel hot everywhere, even though the air in the room is frigid.He buries his fingers in my hair, tilts my neck further, and slips his other hand under my nightwear. With my eyes shut, I rub myself against his hardness, and for the first time, I am painfully aware of how huge he is. How firm and strong he feels pressed against my stomach.“You smell so good, Akira.”Like a vice, the name chokes me out of insanity. That name again. Could it be his mistress’s middle name?“Stop!” I shout and push him with every bit of strength left in me. I almost regret it as the heat leaves, but remembering his audacity makes anger spike instead.My scream seems to reach him, though he barely budges.“Isolde,” he whispers in shock.Usin
ISOLDESun pours through the curtain, kissing my face.I turn onto my other side, but sleep is already gone. I try to will it back, forcing my eyes shut, yet the harder I try, the more it slips away. In the end, I give up.My eyes crack open to a cruel reality. Today marks two weeks and a day since the heat broke me. It really did. I can barely feel a thing. Morgan has been great, gathering my pieces, treating me well, as if there is still hope. But I know the truth. This is my dreadful fate. I struggle to sit up, my messy hair falling forward as my head pounds. The headache has been my worst enemy since that night, messing with my thoughts and nightmares.Nightmares about my mother and my hard past. I still haven't talked about her. Once my death news spreads, perhaps my father will finally let her go.My knees wobble as I rise, and before I can take the next step, I lose balance.A hand drapes around my waist before I hit the floor.A familiar scent hit me, and for a moment, I
DROGOIt’s been almost two weeks since Isolde has been staying with Morgan. Almost two weeks, she’d been the ghost of herself. She barely spoke unless spoken to, barely ate, and barely slept because of nightmares. She obeys like a robot, sometimes staring at the sky or ceiling blankly, as if she were lost.Morgan insisted she remain with her. I did not argue. I could take her back to the territory if I wanted, but seeing her this way, I was not sure how I felt.Honestly, if it were not for Morgan’s treatment, heaven knows how far the effects of the second heat might have gone.She is so fragile. One wrong move and she might shatter completely.She had lost weight. Her once-shiny locks were beginning to lose their luster. Even her eyes, which once held stubbornness, hope, and annoying defiance, were now hollow and dim, clouded with a weight too heavy. She reminded me of the time I saw her at the wedding. Broken.However, recently, a small smile crept onto her face once in a blue moo
DROGO In the dungeon, Vera slowly stirs awake at the groan of the gates. Footsteps approach, and with effort, her eyes adjust to the darkness. Before her stands Camilla.Vera lets out a soft sob, her chest trembling as relief washes over her.“My Luna. My master. My light.” A small smile graces Vera’s bloody lips. “It’s so good to see—”Camilla’s hand meets Vera’s cheek with a crack that echoes hard. She give her another and stop are the fourth. A tooth flies out as Vera’s head whips to the side. Handprint glares on her cheek.“You failed,” Camilla growls. “You failed hard. Do you understand what you just did?”“I never told him.” Vera shakes her head. “I’ll never tell him. I’ll find a way out of here and—”“Shut up!” Camila yells in a quiet voice, her chest heaving with anger. “You think Drogo will release you for what you did? Not only did my mate almost kill me, he found her. He fucking found her alive. If your loyalty ran that deep, you wouldn’t be this careless, incompetent, di
DROGOFor a moment, the room freezes at her unexpected words. I stay quiet. But Rean isn’t. I can feel the dangerous effect bubbling at the surface.At this point, I don’t want to act on emotions. It’s quite surprising that I’m able to control myself.“And how will you know that?” I ask her. “Because that was how she sounded. Why else would she be talking to her ex-lover, Alpha? She never wanted this marriage and seems to hate you. So she plans to take you down and escape with him.”My jaw clenches as some pieces fix themselves together. The way Nathan lied that he was the one who took Isolde on her first heat. How desperate she was to find a male. Could she have asked Nathan to take her again?“Spouting claims without proof is like pouring water into a basket, Vera. How do I know you are telling the truth?”“Her phone. She might have deleted her call history, but with your tech team, they should be able to track it.”“And where is the phone?”She fumbles. “I… I couldn’t find it. I
DROGO DROGO 'Stay away!' 'Get out!' 'Get out, you fucking b!tch!' I had yelled those exact words at Akira. that was right after the aftermath of seeing my parents’ and siblings’ heads hanging on spikes of the palace wall. I was still raging in extreme pain under the pool of my blood when she came standing in front of the barricade. I lost it. Mind, hope, sanity. I lost them all. She stood before the barricades, tears brimming in her eyes, chest heaving like she had a thousand apologies to say. But I never listened. I wanted her gone. I wanted to break free and end them all, including her. Yet somewhere distant at the depth of my rage, I also wanted to talk to her, to hold her again. I wanted to know why she destroyed everything we had. Everything we've built. So I waited for her to show up again. I almost regretted not letting her speak that night. Hours turned into days. Days turned into months, then years. She never showed up. She never did. Now I stand in Morgan’







