MasukWhen Amelia’s mother got married the Alpha of the Silverfang Pack, her life became chaos. Overnight, she became the stepdaughter of a feared Alpha and stepsister to his infamous son, Zane Asher. Their hatred started immediately and their arguments were explosive… until one shocking truth shattered everything. There’s a fated bond tying them together. Their families are enemies, their bloodlines are cursed and their pasts are filled with betrayal. When dark secrets of theft, abduction, and a stolen birthright, are exposed, Amelia and Zane must decide whether their love will heal generations of pain… or destroy the Silverfang Pack forever.
Lihat lebih banyakAmelia's Pov
I never knew turning eighteen would bring its own kind of challenge. And no, it wasn’t about being an omega or still wolfless, it was about something far more complicated.
A new family.
My mother was getting remarried.
I’d argued, begged and even threatened to refuse attending the mating ceremony when she first told me about it months ago. But sitting here in this bar, waiting for my boyfriend to show up, I knew there was no escaping it. The wedding was happening tomorrow. And she was marrying the Alpha of SilverFang Pack. Of all people, it had to be him.
And worse? His son.
Zane Asher was returning to live in the country as well.
I’d heard the stories about him. About every dark rumor and reckless things he’d done. And none of them were pleasant to the ears.
“Amelia!” A familiar voice called from behind me. I turned and saw Maddox walking toward me on the sofa where I sat, his dark eyes softening when they met mine.
“Still thinking about it?” he asked as he slid to the space beside me.
I shrugged, trying to sound indifferent. “Please, don’t mention it.”
He chuckled lightly, but I could see the concern in his eyes. He’d been reminding me nonstop about how rude and arrogant Zane Asher was, he’d gone to the same preschool with him before the guy was sent abroad. Maddox had told me everything I needed to know about him, including the reason he’d been sent away.
And even though I didn’t want my mom to remarry because I liked things just the way they were, I couldn’t deny that a part of me dreaded what this new family would bring. Especially the kind of infamous stepbrother I was about to get.
“Here,” Maddox said suddenly, handing me a drink. “Something to calm your nerves.”
I smiled faintly and took it. This was my first time in a club after he’d begged me for weeks to come. I didn’t want to seem uptight and honestly, I just wanted to forget everything for a while. Maybe a few hours of pretending everything was fine would help.
“Thank you, Dox,” I said softly, taking a sip. “You’re the only one who seems to care how I feel these days.”
He grinned, brushing a strand of hair from my face. I took another gulp, but halfway through, my vision began to blur. My head felt light.
“Maddox?” I blinked at him, the room spinning slightly. “Did you… put something in my drink?”
He didn’t answer. Instead, he leaned closer, his breath hot against my neck.
“Maddox?” I repeated, my words slurring slightly.
But before I could pull away, he pressed his lips against my skin, trailing kisses down my neck as his hand went to unzip his trousers.
“What are you doing?” I gasped, trying to push him off. The glass slipped from my fingers, shattering on the floor. Panic flooded my chest.
He covered my mouth with one hand, his other pinning my wrists above my head.
“Don’t fight me, Amelia,” he muttered against my ear. “We’ve been together three months. You keep saying you’re not ready, but I’ve waited long enough.”
My heart pounded as his weight pressed me down.
“I’m sorry,” he whispered, voice trembling with something dark and desperate. “But this is the only way I’ll ever have you.”
“What? How dare you spike my drink, Maddox?” I demanded, the realization of what he had done and what he was planning to do hitting me like a bucket of ice water. My stomach turned, my heart pounding so hard I could barely hear myself think.
I tried to struggle against his grip, but it was useless. He was stronger. The pounding music from the speakers swallowed my screams, turning my pleas into nothing but muffled sounds beneath the heavy bass. Nobody could hear me. Nobody would come.
“Please, Maddox, let me go. I’m begging you,” I pleaded, my voice breaking, desperation clawing its way out of my chest.
“Shut up, Amelia!” he snapped, his tone sharp and cruel. His fingers twitched toward the hem of my dress, inching closer to my underwear as I writhed beneath him, panic and disbelief choking me.
“Let me go!” I kept thrashing, pushing and fighting. My nails dug into his arms when I was able to release my wrist from his stronghold but he didn’t stop. In one desperate move, I managed to bite his wrist. He yelped, jerking back, only for his palm to whip across my face.
The slap echoed louder than the music in my head. My vision swam, the sting burning deep into my skin.
Tears gathered at the corners of my eyes as shock set in. This couldn’t be real. Not Maddox. Not the same Maddox who’d once been so kind and protective of me. Not the same boy who’d helped me fit into Lunaris Academy after I transferred there because of my mother’s upcoming marriage.
All this time, had that sweetness just been an act?
All because he wanted to get me to sleep with him?
“Please… don’t do this to me. I beg you,” I sobbed, my voice trembling.
“Just stop struggling, Amelia,” he hissed. “I promise to be gentle. You’ll enjoy it just as much as I will.”
My stomach turned. I screamed again, louder this time, even though I knew the thundering music drowned every sound.
“Somebody help me!” I cried, hoping and praying that someone and anyone would hear me. The room spun around me, the drug in my system making it harder to keep my eyes open.
“Shut up!” he barked, his hand tightening painfully around my wrists. “Do you know how long I’ve been asking for this? If you’d just let me once, I wouldn’t have had to force it. But no one’s coming for you, Amelia. So stop crying and…”
He didn’t get to finish.
Because in the next second, he was ripped off me.
A blur of motion. A loud crack. A punch hard enough to send him crashing to the floor. My breath hitched as I blinked up through the haze, my mind struggling to process what was happening. Someone had heard me. Someone had come.
“How dare you?” Maddox snarled, getting to his feet, his eyes flashing amber. The familiar growl in his throat told me he was close to shifting and ready to fight.
Amelia POVWe crossed into Ashvale at half past ten.I knew the moment we did. Not from the road sign — the green county marker had been knocked sideways by something large and never righted, so it pointed at the tree line like an accusation — but from the feeling. A pressure shift, subtle and specific, the kind that happens when you move through a territorial boundary that’s been held by the same bloodline for a very long time.Old pack land. Old, and watchful, and not particularly interested in being entered.“You felt that,” Zane said. Not a question.“Yes.”He didn’t say anything else, but his hands adjusted on the wheel, and through the bond I caught the edge of his alertness sharpening. He’d felt it too. The territory was reading us.Sera had texted at nine: eastern boundary marker, blue mailbox, pull off before the bridge. I’m already here. Don’t be obvious about stopping.Zane found the bridge. Found the mailbox. Pulled the truck onto a narrow gravel shoulder behind a stand of
Zane POVI didn’t sleep.I lay in the dark for two hours staring at the ceiling of my room, running logistics through my head the way Coach Darren had taught me to run plays forward, backward, every angle until the gaps showed themselves. Who knew what. Who would move first. What we’d need and what we couldn’t afford to leave behind.At two in the morning I got up, pulled on a hoodie, and went down to the kitchen.Amelia was already there.She was sitting at the island with both hands wrapped around a mug, her hair loose, wearing an oversized sleep shirt that probably belonged to a previous semester’s hockey event pack giveaway. She looked up when I came in and didn’t say anything, which was one of the things about her I’d stopped trying to articulate. The way she never performed surprise. The way she just made room.I pulled out the stool across from her and sat.“Tell me what you’re thinking,” I said.She considered the question seriously, the way she did everything. “I’m thinking a
Amelia POVThe paper was older than I expected.The edges had gone soft with handling, the kind of worn that happens when someone has folded and unfolded the same thing too many times in too many dark rooms. Sera smoothed it flat on the table with both hands, careful, like it might come apart if she wasn’t.I made myself look at it.The handwriting was small and precise, the letters slightly tilted to the left like the habit of someone who’d trained themselves to write quickly without being seen. A set of coordinates. A short string of what looked like reference numbers. And at the bottom, three words in a different ink, darker, written later:Don’t come alone.Zane read it over my shoulder. I felt him tense.“These coordinates,” he said. “That’s not Silverfang territory.”“No.” Sera refolded the paper along its original creases. “It’s Ashvale.”Of course it was.I sat back in my chair and let myself feel it for exactly three seconds, the vertigo, the absurdity, the low roar of someth
Zane POVThe name Ashvale sat in the room like something with weight.I’d heard it before, in the way you hear things growing up in a pack house — half-sentences cut short when adults noticed you were listening, map references in documents I wasn’t supposed to find. Ashvale. Small territory, old blood, the kind of place that kept its secrets in the soil.Sera hadn’t moved. She was still looking at her hands, her jaw tight, working through something she’d clearly been working through alone for a long time.“This supervisor,” I said carefully. “The one who mentored her. Do you know his name?”“Callum Vare.” She said it without hesitation, like she’d turned it over so many times it had worn smooth. “He ran the investigative unit for almost twenty years. Respected. Decorated. My mother trusted him completely.” A pause. “Right up until she didn’t.”Amelia shifted beside me. I felt the bond register something cold and quiet in her chest, the same thing I was feeling. The shape of a trap clo












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