ANMELDENWhat happens when the mate the Moon Goddess chose for you throws you away like you were nothing? Veda Bennett has spent her entire life as the lowest omega in the pack. She was unseen, unwanted, and easy to break. When she is chosen as the future Alpha’s consort, she believes her suffering is finally over. But before the entire pack, Julian Kingsley rejects her, choosing her sister instead and shattering their sacred bond without a second glance. To clean up the scandal, Veda is forced into a marriage no one survives. She is given to Rowan Kingsley, the Alpha’s uncle. A man feared for his brutality. A man who does not love, does not forgive, and does not keep the weak alive. Everyone waits for her to be destroyed. But Rowan doesn’t break her. Instead, he watches her, protects her, and claims her in ways no one expected. When Julian’s regret turns into obsession, the truth becomes impossible to ignore. Veda was never meant to belong to Rowan Kingsley. So why does he look at her like she’s already his?
Mehr anzeigenI stood at the threshold of the Grand Ballroom, the heavy oak doors feeling like the gateway to a dimension where I no longer existed. The air inside was a suffocating blend of expensive lilies and the sharp, metallic tang of Alpha power. Only twenty minutes ago, I was the girl in the white dress who was supposed to be the center of this universe. Now, I was a ghost walking through my own wake.The music was a soaring, orchestral arrangement that sounded like a mockery as it pulsed through the floorboards. The pack wasn't mourning my rejection. They were celebrating their new queen.I moved through the crowd like a shadow, invisible once more. The elites didn't even turn their heads. Why would they? An omega who had been discarded by a Prince and handed to a Butcher was a non-entity. I watched from the periphery as the crowd parted, revealing the dais where the sacred union was being toasted.Julian stood there, looking every bit the golden god he believed himself to be. His hand was
"Don't," a voice rumbled, vibrating through the humid air like a low-frequency warning.I didn't stop. I couldn't. My hand gripped the cold metal railing, my heart a frantic, dying bird in my chest. I was halfway over, my body leaning into the abyss, when a hand like a shackle closed around my upper arm.The strength was absolute. Before I could draw a breath to scream, I was jerked backward with such violent efficiency that my feet left the ground. I slammed into a chest that felt like armored plating, the air rushing out of my lungs in a sharp wheeze.Rowan Kingsley didn't let go. He spun me around, pinning me against the side of his armored SUV, his body a wall of dark, suffocating heat that blotted out the entire world. His hand moved from my arm to my throat, not squeezing, but hovering with a terrifying promise of control."Move again," he hissed, his face inches from mine, "and I’ll make sure you can’t move for a week. Do you think I took you just to watch you paint the pavemen
I opened my eyes, my breath hitching in my throat as I waited for the blow.I expected the rough grip of a guard, the cold steel of shackles, or perhaps just a shove back into the dirt where Julian felt I belonged. Instead, I saw the calloused pads of Rowan Kingsley’s fingers hovering just inches from my face. He didn't strike me. He didn't even look disgusted. He simply watched the way my chest heaved, his slate-grey eyes tracking the frantic pulse in my neck like a hawk watching a dying rabbit.The silence in the Grand Hall was absolute. "I accept," Rowan said.Two words. That was all it took to shatter the remains of my life. He didn't look at the Council. He didn't look at Julian. He spoke the words into the air as if he were signing a death warrant, his voice a low, vibrating rumble that seemed to travel through the floorboards and settle deep in my bones."Rowan, wait—" Julian started, his voice cracking with a sudden, sharp edge of uncertainty. He had wanted me gone, yes, but
“Please, Julian… don’t do this to me. Not here.”My voice was a pathetic, jagged thing, echoing through the silence of the Grand Hall. I was on my knees, the ivory silk of my dress blooming around me like a wilted lily on the cold marble. My fingers reached for the hem of his trousers, a desperate, instinctive grab for the man who had been my world only an hour ago.Julian didn’t even flinch. He didn’t look down. He simply stepped back, leaving my hand to slap against the floor.“Don’t touch me, Veda,” he said, his voice amplified by the room’s acoustics, dripping with a clinical sort of disgust. “You’re making a scene. It’s beneath the dignity of this Pack, though I suppose I shouldn't expect anything more from an Omega of your… limited caliber.”A ripple of laughter moved through the crowd. The high-ranking elites, the predators in tailored suits, the women in diamonds who had always looked through me as if I were glass. Now, they were looking. They were feasting on my ruin.“I did






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