Mag-log in"Get on your knees, wolfless freak, or I will break your legs myself." In the brutal hierarchy of the Blue Claw pack, Betty is a biological anomaly—the top warrior who cannot shift, a protector with no beast inside her. With her twentieth birthday ticking down to midnight, her own parents have consented to her public rejection and permanent exile as a rogue. She has exactly twenty-four hours of stolen freedom left before she is cast out into the wilderness to be hunted. But the northern forests don't just hold exile; they hold the Lycans—predatory kings ruling through iron claws, suffocating dominance, and a scent of burnt ozone and raw power. When Prince Adriel crosses the border, his crushing aura forces every alpha to their knees, yet it only makes the dormant royalty hidden beneath Betty's skin snap awake. She is the ultimate survivor, but matching the gaze of the Alpha of Alphas is a death sentence in itself. Desperate to escape her pack's death warrant, Betty entangles herself with the royal court, stumbling into a dangerous loophole: an artificial link forged by a high coven. This fake bond offers a transactional sanctuary—she gets a shield from her executioners, and the Lycan prince gets a chosen mate to claim before his kingdom. But this substitute union is a beautiful trap; a human or shiftless wolf taking a royal mark risks having the raw power burn her veins from the inside out. If Betty yields to the intoxicating heat of the prince who bought her safety, the psychological stakes are lethal. When a vengeful Madeline unleashes a silver blade and issues a challenge to the death, Betty’s purple-eyed wolf suddenly seizes control and accepts...
view moreBetty’s POV"Do you think the southern Alphas will actually respect the new boundary flags, Mitchell?"I did not turn around from the stone railing.My fingers brushed across a thick stalk of purple lavender blooming from the mortar. The private courtyard of the west wing was completely altered now. The dead, grey stone walls were hidden beneath heavy green vines that pulsed with the clean, quiet energy of the silver core. The air smelled like mountain frost and fresh earth.Mitchell let out a short, dry snort behind me.The sound of his pocket knife clicking open broke the morning quiet. He was leaning his spine against the brick pillar, his long legs crossed at the ankles as he shaved a sliver of bark from a cedar block. "They will respect the flags because they do not have a choice, Betty. The vanguard has three hundred cured Lycans sitting on the ridge line. Yuna’s replacement spends his mornings checking his own pe
Adriel’s POV"Do not fix that velvet collar too tight, Robert, I need to breathe when the high court speaks."I slapped Robert’s fingers away from my throat.The grand ballroom of the northern fortress was packed from wall to wall. Thousands of unified wolves, Alphas, and Lycan lords from all eight original kingdoms stood in tight rows under the high stone arches. The air was heavy, thick with the scent of pine needles, roasted game, and the pure, suffocating presence of hundreds of alpha lines.Mitchell stood two inches to my right, his dress tunic buttoned to his jaw. He looked completely rigid, his knuckles white as he rested his palm on the hilt of his formal blade."The elders are staring at your left shoulder, Adriel," Mitchell murmured, his eyes fixed on the central dais. "They stil
Betty’s POV"Do you really think you can just walk away from the throne after what we just did on this gravel, Mitchell?"Adriel’s voice broke the silence of the courtyard.I looked down at my hands. The silver-tipped royal claws slowly slid back beneath my nails, leaving my fingertips warm. The air smelled like clean winter frost now, the stench of Audrey’s sulfur magic completely gone.Mitchell did not look up from the wet tarmac. He stayed on one knee, his palms flat against the stone, his shoulders rising and falling as he breathed. "The vanguard is yours, Adriel. I told you. I am finished playing the council’s games.""The vanguard is nothing without its commander," I said, stepping between them.Adriel flinched. He looked at me, his dark eyes tracking the wet hem of his own leather jacket wrapped around my shoulders. The hundreds of cured Lycans across the driveway remained perfectly still, thei
Betty’s POV"Get behind me, Betty, right now!" Adriel shouted.He lunged toward my right flank. His hand gripped my elbow, trying to force my weight back onto the stone porch. I did not move an inch. I snapped my arm sideways, breaking his hold with a single, sharp jerk."I told you, they are already in the thicket," I said.My voice did not sound like mine anymore. It carried a deep, dual resonance that vibrated through the limestone floorboards. The weakness that had made my skin look like chalk for a week vanished completely. A cold, blinding heat swirled in the centre of my chest.Mitchell took two paces backward, his jaw dropping as he stared at my hands. "Betty, your fingers."I lifted my palms.My skin was smooth. My bare feet were planted directly on the wet stone, but I did not feel the cold. Long, pristine claws tipped with pure silver had burst through my nails. They caught the dull light of the
Betty’s POV"You are going to frighten the locals if you keep projecting your scent like a weapon," I said.The stranger did not flinch. He stood by the rusted flank of the pack jeep, his frame blocking the driver-side door. His eyes were the sharp, smoked-gray of a non-royal Lycan, completely devo
Betty’s POV"Get on your knees, wolfless freak, or I will break your legs myself."Madeline’s voice sliced through the damp, heavy air of the Blue Claw storage pavilion. She was balanced on the balls of her patent-leather heels, her pink lips curved into a cruel, perfect line. In her manicured hand
Betty’s POV"Mine!"The roar ripped through the garden, heavy enough to vibrate the gravel under my slippers. A hand slammed into Luka's chest, throwing him back two steps. He stumbled, his boots skidding across the dirt before he hit the ground.My chest tightened. Inside my head, a rhythmic, fran
Betty’s POV"You need to leave before I tear your throat out," Luka growled, his massive Lycan jaw snapping inches from Madeline's face.The three triplets scrambled backward, their heels catching on the gravel as they shoved Madeline into the passenger seat of their sports car. The engine screamed
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