MasukElariana is nothing more than a broken, white-haired servant in the very pack that condemned her parents. Her power is bound, her spirit crushed into the lowest Omega rank, while Kian—the son of the current Alpha—treats her with merciless cruelty. She’s wasting away before everyone’s eyes, kept alive only by the faint growl of her inner wolf. No one knows that the fragile, submissive girl is in truth the last descendant of the Ancient and Most Powerful Wolf Bloodline. Zander—known as Zane—is the Alpha of a rival pack. A furious, possessive man ruled by primal instincts. The world fears him as the strongest Alpha alive, whispered to have even killed his own brother. Yet through the dark haze of his rage, an unexpected encounter breaks through. When Zane senses the fated bond, his wild, protective instinct surges to the surface. With a single, brutal look, he claims the abused girl as his own, declaring that his Little One is now the Mate of the great Alpha. But trust cannot be bought. Zane battles the shadows of his past, while Elariana fears the dominance that the Alpha embodies. And when a vicious rumor spreads—that Elariana is a spy planted by his enemies—will Zane’s raging wolf see through the crimson haze before he shatters the heart of the last heir to the Ancient Bloodline?
Lihat lebih banyakDawn’s light hasn’t yet reached the base of Blackrock when I wake. Between the walls the cold bites to the bone again, and in the storeroom everyone tries to steal one more minute from nothing without moving. I can’t sleep. My body hurts, my thoughts tick, and some deep, instinctive warning won’t let me rest. Outside, the pack is already stirring in the corridors. I hear the thud of boots, the orders, the metallic ring of weapons. The Red Moon men are still here. The wolves smell the foreign scent and grow edgy from it—as if every breath reminds them that someone stronger walks among them. I get up and try to smooth my hair, but half of it comes out in the comb. One girl whispers to me: “Better not draw Mara’s attention today. Kian was in a biting mood yesterday.” “He always is,” I answer softly, and head to the washroom. The water is ice-cold; my hands turn blue in it. But the cold wakes me. Gooseflesh runs along my skin, my breathing evens out. My body isn’t mine anymore
As I pass the training grounds, I see a few men from the Red Moon. They don’t sit. They don’t talk. They stand and watch, as if they’re counting. Their posture is loose, yet it looks like they could spring at any moment. Kian’s favorite men pretend it doesn’t rattle them, but tension sits in their shoulders. We stop in the antechamber of the council hall. “Wait here,” Mara says, then slips through the great door. Beyond it: low voices, wood creaking, the clink of glasses. Then someone laughs. Kian. Tiny beads of sweat prickle my back. My feet tense inside my shoes. There’s nowhere to run. The door opens. Kian stands there, eyes gleaming. “Come on,” he beckons. Something folds up inside my chest, but I move anyway. “We’ve got guests so important you wouldn’t believe it.” His voice is light. His eyes aren’t. In the great hall a long table stretches across the middle, people on both sides. Blackrock’s council sits to the left, Red Moon’s envoys to the right. At the head, the Alph
The first thing I feel in the morning is the cold stone floor under my skin and the sour smell of mold. We omegas sleep in the hole they call a storage room—twelve cots, too many bodies, too few blankets. My blanket is as stiff as cardboard. My hair is matted with sweat and ash, and the skin around my wrist is red where the iron clasp rubs. I sit up. Pain flashes through my ankle; I fell during training yesterday because someone shoved me. I didn’t look back, didn’t ask why—I just got up and kept running. That’s how things work here. “Get up, snow-chick.” Mara, the female supervisor of the storeroom, kicks my bed. She isn’t an omega, but she has no real rank in the pack. That’s where she gets her power—from us, the ones she can control. “The kitchen’s on fire. Kian wants breakfast. And the guests are coming today.” My stomach tightens at the name. Kian. The Alpha’s son. The smile that isn’t a smile, only teeth. The voice that sounds smooth but can turn into a slap or a kick at t






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