Olivia Archer always believed that her life would follow the path of power and respect. But instead, she’s been abandoned by her father, tormented by her cruel stepmother and stepbrother, and falsely accused of betrayal. Forced into a life of misery, Olivia knows one thing: she must escape or lose herself entirely. But fate has other plans when she crosses paths with Dalton Skalbeck, the feared and enigmatic Lycan King. He isn’t the savior she imagined, nor is he the prince she dreamed of. He’s a man cursed by the Moon Goddess, bound to a life of loneliness and duty. And yet, something about him draws her in—a force beyond their control, a connection neither can ignore. As danger looms closer, Olivia must confront the truth: the kingdom she thought she knew is crumbling, and she may be the key to saving it or destroying everything she holds dear. For Dalton Skalbeck, the weight of his crown is nothing compared to the weight of his curse. The Lycan King, bound by a prophecy and cursed by Moon Goddess to never know love, has spent years living in isolation, unable to connect with anyone. His power has always been his only ally—until Olivia Archer crosses his path. From the moment their eyes meet, the curse that has shackled him for centuries begins to crack. The pull between them is undeniable, but nothing in his life has ever come easy, and their bond is no exception. Lies, secrets, and enemies from within threaten to tear them apart. As the shadows of war and betrayal close in, Dalton must decide: will he risk everything to embrace the love he never believed he could have, or will he push Olivia away to protect her from the dark forces hunting them both?
View MoreBeing the daughter of an alpha isn’t some glamorous, fairy-tale life. It’s hell. Or at least it is for me.
I’m Olivia Archer, the only child of Alpha Drake Archer of the Nightfall Pack. Sounds impressive, right? Like I should be the spoiled princess of the pack, adored and respected by everyone. But reality doesn’t care about what should be. My father doesn’t see me as his legacy or his daughter. To him, I’m nothing but a mistake—a problem he can’t wait to forget.
My mom was different. She was my safe place, my light in the suffocating darkness of my father’s cold indifference. She used to tell me that I was her world, that I’d grow up to be someone incredible despite everything. She loved me with her whole heart, even though I could see the pain in her eyes every time my father ignored her.
She wasn’t his fated mate, you see. She was his chosen mate, who stood by him when his fated mate rejected him. That should have meant something. It should have been enough. But it wasn’t. The day Celeste walked into our lives, everything fell apart.
Celeste—his second-chance mate. Beautiful, perfect, and blessed by the Moon Goddess herself. My father took one look at her and decided that my mom and I didn’t matter anymore. We were kicked out of the alpha’s mansion within days of Celeste’s arrival, banished to a dingy little room in the packhouse. My mom didn’t complain, but I could see the heartbreak in her every time she looked at me.
And then she got sick.
I stayed by her side through every agonizing moment, watching as the life drained from her body. My father didn’t visit her, not once. Celeste forbade it, and he obeyed like the good little puppet he’d become. When my mom finally passed away, it felt like the world had shattered into a million pieces. No one mourned her but me.
That’s when the real torment began.
Celeste became the adored Luna, worshiped by everyone in the pack. Her son, Sid, became the golden boy. And me? I became their favorite target. Celeste’s disdain was ice-cold and calculated, while Sid’s cruelty burned like fire. Every day was a battle to survive their twisted games and my father’s indifference.
This morning I started like all the others—miserable.
“Olivia! Where the hell are you?” Celeste’s shrill voice cut through the thin walls of the packhouse like a knife.
I shot upright, heart pounding. I’d been curled up in the corner of the broom closet I called my room, a space barely big enough for the lumpy mattress on the floor and a pile of secondhand clothes. The faint scuttling of mice reminded me I wasn’t alone, though they were the least of my problems.
“I’m coming, Luna Celeste!” I called, stumbling to my feet.
I didn’t bother changing out of my ratty pajamas. Celeste hated waiting, and the consequences of making her angry weren’t worth the effort.
I sprinted toward the mansion, where Celeste was waiting at the front door, arms crossed and eyes blazing. Even in her workout gear, she looked effortlessly perfect. Her dark hair was tied back in a sleek ponytail, and her skin glowed like she’d just stepped out of a spa.
“What time is it?” she demanded.
“S-six a.m.,” I stammered, trying not to trip over my own feet as I came to a stop.
“And where are my running shoes and water bottle?”
“I—I’m sorry, Luna. I’ll get them right away!”
She rolled her eyes. “You’re useless,” she muttered as I darted off toward the pack’s gym.
The gym was Sid’s favorite hangout, and I prayed he wouldn’t be there. But as usual, the universe wasn’t on my side.
The door slammed into someone as I rushed inside, and I froze when I heard the low growl behind me.
“Watch it, b***!” Sid snarled, his voice sharp enough to make my skin crawl.
“I’m so sorry, Sid!” I stammered, spinning around to face him.
He stood there, arms crossed and lips curling into a cruel smile. Sid looked so much like Celeste it made my stomach turn—same dark hair, same piercing eyes, same perfect features twisted with malice.
“You did that on purpose, didn’t you?” he accused, taking a step closer.
“No! I swear I didn’t see you—”
“Liar,” he sneered, grabbing my wrist. His grip was bruising, and I winced as I tried to pull away.
“I didn’t mean to—”
“You’re nothing but a bastard, Olivia. Do you know what that makes you? Worthless. Lower than an omega.”
“Let me go, Sid,” I said, trying to keep the tremor out of my voice.
His smirk widened, and his free hand slid along my back, making my stomach churn. “You know what omegas are good for?” he whispered, his fingers toying with the waistband of my jeans.
“We’re step-siblings,” I said, panic rising in my chest.
“Step-siblings,” he repeated with a laugh. “That doesn’t mean anything.”
Rage and disgust surged through me, and I shoved him as hard as I could. He stumbled back, crashing into a bench with a loud thud.
“You’ll pay for this, you little b****!” he roared as I grabbed Celeste’s shoes and water bottle and bolted.
By the time I reached Celeste, I was shaking so badly I could barely hold the items.
“You’re late,” she snapped, snatching the shoes and bottle from my hands.
“I-I tripped and fell,” I lied, my voice barely a whisper.
“Lazy and useless,” she spat. “All you ever do is eat and sleep like a pig. I’ll speak to your father about cutting off your tuition fees.”
“No! Please don’t!” I begged, dropping to my knees. Tears blurred my vision as I clung to the last shred of hope I had. “I’ll do anything you ask. Please don’t take school away from me.”
Her lips curled into a cold smile. “That’s the best thing you’ve said in a long time,” she said before turning and walking away.
I stayed on the ground long after she left, trembling and fighting back the sobs threatening to break free. School was the only escape I had—the only place where I could pretend, even for a few hours, that I was more than the unwanted daughter of Alpha Drake Archer. But even that small comfort was slipping through my fingers.
The room fell silent, all eyes shifting between me, Cynthia, and Aleksander. His expression revealed nothing as he considered my judgment."Mercy," he finally remarked, "can be mistaken for weakness.""True mercy requires greater strength than vengeance," I countered calmly. "To heal rather than destroy, to rebuild rather than discard—these are not the actions of the weak."Something flickered across his face—not quite approval, but perhaps reassessment. "The judgment seems... appropriate," he conceded. "Though I would add one condition."I raised an eyebrow, waiting."During her year of service, she will spend one month in my territory, assisting our healers with the spring birthing season. She will see firsthand how packs can differ yet still respect each other's ways."The proposal surprised me—it was both a punishment and an opportunity, a chance for Cynthia to expand her understanding beyond the narrow confines of her prejudice.I glanced at Dalton, who gave a subtle nod, then at
The formal welcoming ceremony for Aleksander's pack was a masterpiece of carefully orchestrated pageantry. Every detail had been planned to demonstrate our pack's strength while honoring our guests—a delicate balance struck between power and hospitality.I stood at Dalton's side before the great stone archway that marked the entrance to our central compound, dressed in ceremonial garments that blended traditional pack symbols with subtle elements that marked me as Dalton's mate. As promised, I wore no magical protection, though Dalton had insisted on having Eliza work subtle strengthening spells into the embroidery of my jacket—"Not protection," he'd argued when I'd raised an eyebrow, "just enhancement of your natural abilities. Even Aleksander can't object to that."The distant sound of drums announced the Winter's Edge pack's approach. They moved with military precision, Aleksander at their head, his tall figure imposing even at a distance. Behind him marched his highest-ranking pac
Victor's expression was stone. "Enough, Cynthia.""The matter will be settled according to both our packs' laws," I interjected, unwilling to see her executed despite everything she'd done. "As the wronged party, I'll have a say in her fate."Aleksander's eyebrows rose again. "Mercy from an omega. How... unexpected.""Justice," I corrected. "Not revenge. That's the difference between leadership and tyranny."Something flickered in his cold eyes—not warmth, exactly, but perhaps a reluctant reassessment. "We'll see if you maintain that philosophy after spending more time as an Alpha's mate." He gestured to his pack members. "We return to our camp. The formal meeting will proceed tomorrow as originally planned."As they turned to leave, Cynthia was firmly escorted between two of Aleksander's guards—clearly now his prisoner rather than his informant. She twisted to look back at me, her expression a complex mixture of hatred and fear."This isn't over," she hissed.I met her gaze steadily.
My stomach dropped at the sight of her. She looked different—her usual polished appearance replaced by something harder, her blonde hair pulled back severely, her posture rigid with purpose. Her eyes found mine immediately, a small, triumphant smile playing at the corners of her mouth.The two groups halted a respectful distance apart, the morning breeze carrying scents between us—the unfamiliar, pine-and-snow smell of the Winter's Edge pack mixing with our own forest-and-earth scent.Protocol dictated that as the junior Alpha's representative, I should speak first, acknowledging Aleksander's status and thanking him for agreeing to this meeting. But before I could open my mouth, Cynthia stepped forward."This is the one I told you about," she said to Aleksander, her voice carrying clearly across the clearing. "The omega who ensorcelled our Alpha."A ripple of tension went through my escort. Victor's hand twitched at his side, his expression unreadable as he watched his daughter.Aleks
As the room cleared, Dalton maintained his grip on me, silently indicating I should remain. Once we were alone, his carefully controlled expression cracked, revealing the turmoil beneath."You can't seriously be considering this," he said, his voice low and intense."It's our best option," I replied, trying to sound more confident than I felt. "If I face him directly, on my terms—""He could kill you," Dalton cut in harshly. "Do you understand that? This isn't just pack politics, Oliver. Aleksander considers omega males an abomination. In his territory, they don't survive presentation."I swallowed hard. "I know. But that's exactly why this might work. He's expecting me to be weak, to hide. If I show strength—""He might respect it," Dalton acknowledged reluctantly. "Or he might see it as a challenge to his worldview that must be eliminated."I stepped closer, placing my free hand against his chest, feeling the strong, rapid beat of his heart. "Then we make sure elimination isn't an o
"Aleksander's pack approaches," Dalton began once we were seated, Dalton at the head of the table and me to his right. "And Cynthia has fled, likely to join them with false accusations against my mate.""False according to whom?" Victor challenged, his voice tight with barely controlled rage. "My daughter has served this pack loyally for years. She was raised to be your mate, to stand at your side as Alpha female. Instead, you publicly humiliate her for—" His eyes flicked dismissively toward me, "—this."A low growl rumbled from Dalton's chest, a sound that made the hairs on my neck stand on end. "Choose your next words carefully, Victor."The older wolf didn't back down. "The pack has a right to question your judgment in this matter. Aleksander certainly will.""My judgment is sound," Dalton replied, his voice dangerously even. "And your daughter attempted to kill my claimed mate. She's lucky exile is all she faces."Murmurs spread around the table at this. Exile was one of the harsh
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