LOGIN"I’m the future Alpha of this pack. I will not be chained to a fat, mute, wolfless omega who can't even say her own name.” Those were the words that broke me. ****** The last time I opened my mouth to speak, six children died. So I stopped talking; I let everyone believe I was mute. The whole pack hates me. They call me a fat, mute, wolfless omega. Even my own mother thinks I'm cursed. For eleven years, I lived in total silence, enduring their cruelty and hiding a voice that could literally kill. But then came the Mating Ceremony. The Moon Goddess chose me to be the future Alpha's mate. For a split second, I thought this was my happily ever after. Instead, he publicly rejected me, mocking my size, my silence, and my weakness. Now, I’ve been forced into a political marriage with the most feared man alive: the ruthless Lycan King, Vorath Kane. Vorath is twice my age, cold, and demands only one thing: an heir. Everyone says I won't survive a month with the Beast. But as I step into his dark world, secrets about my forgotten past and hidden powers begin to awaken. It turns out I'm not just a broken omega; I'm something far more dangerous.
View More**Vorath’s Pov**Mira stood alone in the corridor outside the healer's study when I got there. She was packing the last of her dried herbs and glass jars into her satchel while waiting for moonrise.I stopped in front of her before she could head out toward the garden where the ritual was set to take place."A word," I said, keeping my voice low. "Privately." She paused, looking up at me before nodding. She dropped her satchel onto the bench beside her and gave me her full attention."You want to ask me something you didn't want to bring up in front of her.""Yes.""Ask it, then.”I hesitated. I had gone over the question in my head for the past hour, but speaking the words out loud was far harder than I expected. "Could this kill her?"Mira's expression didn't change. She didn't try to soften the answer or dress it up. "Yes, it could."The words hit me hard, despite the fact that I had tried to prepare myself after hearing her warn Eirian earlier about the dangers. "How likely is
**Eirian’s Pov**Old Mira Thorne arrived at the fortress carrying a worn leather satchel.Vorath had arranged for us to meet in the healer's private study, which was more secluded than the main chambers. Tall wooden shelves lined the walls from floor to ceiling, packed with dried herbs and small glass jars. The entire room smelled faintly of dried lavender, crushed roots, and rain-soaked earth. Mira placed her satchel down on the table with a heavy thud, and turned to look at me with those clouded but impossibly piercing eyes, as though she could see straight through me."So," she said, sitting down comfortably on the chair across from me, her silver braid falling over one shoulder. "You've decided you're ready to see what has been locked away in your memory." "Yes," I said quietly, meeting her gaze without flinching.Her eyes widened in clear shock. She glanced over at Vorath, who stood near the window, and back at me."You spoke," she said in disbelief."I did," I replied, a small
**Vorath’s Pov**"Your friend?" I asked, looking up from the table. "My only real friend," Eirian replied quietly. "The only person from that pack who has ever treated me with genuine kindness." She held out the letter for me to read.I took the parchment from her hands. From what I had gathered about the few people who truly mattered to Eirian, I knew Lirien was at the top of that list. If anything happened to her back at FrostHowl, Eirian would carry that worry like a heavy weight on her shoulders every single day.I made up my mind instantly."I'll send someone to bring her here," I said, looking up at her. "She'll be much safer inside these walls than she is over there, especially right now."Relief spread over Eirian's face, followed immediately by a bright, beautiful smile. The joy in her eyes made my chest tighten, and I fought the powerful urge to reach out and pull her into my arms. I forced my attention back to the letter in my hands. "What about her family? Will they cau
**Eirian’s Pov**"A courier gave it to one of the stable hands. He said it came from FrostHowl, but not through any official channel.” Nessa said, handing me a letter that was wrapped in a spare piece of cloth. “He looked nervous when he handed it over, my lady, and made the boy promise to give it only to you."I looked it over, and the handwriting on the outer fold immediately told me who had written it.Lirien.Oh, how I've missed her so much.I waited until Nessa left, then quickly unfolded the pages. My heart was racing with anticipation as I settled into the rocking chair by my window and began to read.Eirian,I hope this letter reaches you safely. I paid the courier extra to be careful and made him swear on his mother's grave that he wouldn't let it fall into the wrong hands. I suppose that's rather dramatic, but I would rather be safe than sorry. You would probably laugh at me if you were here to see how seriously I took the whole thing. I miss you so much. Eirien. You have n


















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