LOGINFalling for the wrong Alpha She chased the right Alpha... until the wrong one caught her heart. She’s loved him since she was ten—her best friend, her first crush, her destined mate, and the future Alpha of the pack. To her, he’s everything. But to him, she’s just a friend. When he finds his mate and it’s her, she dares to believe her love is finally returned. But her hopes are crushed when he rejects her, claiming he could never see her that way. Still, she refuses to walk away. In her heart, he’s her Right Alpha—the one she was meant to love. Then his estranged brother returns—wild, unpredictable, and nothing like him. And for the first time, someone truly sees her. Torn between the love she’s always wanted and the unexpected connection she never saw coming, she must choose: stay loyal to the boy she’s always loved or take a risk on the one who just might be right for her after all.
View MoreMarcus clapped his hands slowly, his grin wide and mocking. “Welcome,” he said, his voice echoing off the warehouse walls. “I was really expecting him… and maybe two others, but not gonna lie—didn’t expect all of you.” His tone dripped with amusement, his eyes glowing faintly under the dim light that flickered from the old ceiling bulbs. Dust floated lazily through the air, catching in the glow like dying embers. Linda stepped forward first, her tone sharp and cold. “What do you want with him?” Her voice cut through the stillness, firm but slightly trembling beneath the surface. Before Marcus could answer, Lya muttered under her breath, “Oh, it’s the Alpha.” Her hand tightened around the knife tucked at her belt even though she knew it wouldn’t help much against him. Ryan’s voice broke through the tension, steady but edged with fury. “What do you want?” he demanded, each word carrying the weight of his growing anger. His whole body was tense, shoulders squared, fists clenched. His
“Why didn’t you wait for Rhunar and Fenrik to finish?” Linda asked, her voice sharp as the car sped down the cracked road. Her hands gripped the steering wheel tightly, eyes flicking between the road and the rearview mirror. The tension in the car was thick, almost choking.Ryan sat in the passenger seat, his gaze locked on the road ahead. His jaw was tight, his knuckles white from how hard he clenched his fists on his knees. “Arraya is my mate,” he said quietly, but his tone carried the weight of stubborn resolve. “I’ll be the one to protect her.”Lya, sitting in the back seat, leaned forward. “You sound like you’re walking straight into a trap,” she said. “Why would she call you out of nowhere and ask you to come alone? It doesn’t sound like her.”Ryan didn’t reply. His chest rose and fell heavily. The hum of the car’s engine filled the silence that followed, mingled with the rhythmic sound of the tires hitting uneven patches of gravel.Linda shot him a look. “You didn’t even tell R
Matilda’s heels clicked softly against the hospital’s tiled floor as she stepped into the small ward. The air smelled faintly of disinfectant and herbs, a mixture that clung to the walls and sank deep into the sterile silence. The morning light slipped through the half-drawn curtains, laying pale gold lines across the metal tables and glass jars that lined the room.Olinda stood near the examination table, her posture straight and focused, her hands gloved and steady as she cleaned the small wound on a rabbit’s paw. The little creature trembled, its white fur stained faintly pink where Vincent had drawn blood earlier. The sound of its breathing was uneven, frightened, like it could sense the tension building in the air.Olinda didn’t bother looking up. “What are you here for, Matilda?” she asked flatly, her tone calm but cold, the same tone she always used when she wanted distance.Matilda smiled, her voice dripping with fake sweetness. “Can’t I visit my dear step-sister anymore? Even
Arraya’s hands trembled as she lowered the phone from her ear. Her pulse drummed in her throat, the call with Ryan still fresh, his voice echoing in her mind. She wanted to hold onto it, to keep it safe, but the weight of the basement pressed down on her. Cold stone walls surrounded her, the faint drip of water in the corner mixing with the low crackle of fire from a torch wedged into the wall. Marcus stood across from her, his figure tall, broad, and shadowed by the flickering light. A smirk tugged at his lips as he crossed his arms, his eyes glittering with the satisfaction of someone who thought he was already winning. “Now,” Marcus said, voice low but filled with hunger, “it’s time for the main plan to begin.” Her stomach sank. She watched as he turned, barking orders to the men behind him. The sound of boots scraping the floor echoed, chains rattling, weapons shifting. They moved quickly, obeying without hesitation. Arraya swallowed hard, fighting the sting of tears that burn
“So what you two are trying to say is Agatha Morrow—who happens to be a Lycan—is a reincarnation of your dead mother?” Ryan’s voice cracked slightly at the end, a mix of disbelief and frustration. He stared at Rhunar and Fenrik across the table where they sat to listen to the story, his fingers dru
“What happened to Madam Matilda?” Arraya’s voice was small, almost swallowed by the wide staircase. She stood at the bottom, watching the older woman’s black gown sway as it disappeared around the corner. The heavy silence of the hall felt like a weight pressing on her chest. Marcus didn’t answer.
“Are you kidding me—Lycan king?” Marcus’s laugh came out sharp and hollow at the same time, a sound that cracked against the marble walls and returned to him thinner, emptier. It wasn’t a laugh born of amusement but of disbelief, a desperate bark to drown out the words hanging between them. His fis
Marcus tightened the straps of his black leather gloves, his fingers working with slow precision. The faint scent of iron and smoke clung to his clothes, a reminder of the training yard he had just left. The hall around him was wide and shadowed, tall windows letting in slanted beams of pale light












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