LOGINWhat 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?
View MoreThe white sterile light of the emergency medical wing cut through the dim room, casting long shadows across the polished floorboards.The steady, rhythmic beep of the heart monitor was the only sound keeping the heavy silence at bay.I sat in the metal chair pulled flush against the side of the raised bed. My fingers were locked around Rowan’s massive, cold hand, refusing to let go for even a single second. His shirt had been cut away, revealing thick white bandages wrapped tightly across his chest and shattered shoulder, where blood still seeped through the gauze."Luna, you need to sit down and let the doctors check your vitals," Marcus said softly from the doorway, his voice low and weary. His tactical armor was splattered with mud and dried blood, but his posture had finally relaxed."I'm fine, Marcus," I replied without looking up from Rowan's pale, stillness face. "My vitals are stable.""You've been sitting in that chair for four hours," Marcus pressed gen
“Rowan!”My scream cut through the dying storm as Malakor lunged with his remaining strength, his hidden silver blade whistling toward Rowan’s exposed ribs.I didn't think. I didn't hesitate.I hurled my entire body forward, slamming my weight into Rowan's good side to shove him out of the blade's path. The sharp tip grazed the thick leather of my coat, missing my flesh by millimeters."Veda, no!" Rowan roared, his voice a terrifying, desperate sound as his large hand caught my waist mid-air, yanking me violently behind his back."I'm not letting him touch you!" I shouted, scrambling for purchase on the wet stone beside him."Stay behind me!" Rowan commanded, his silver irises blazing with an unhinged, frantic terror that surpassed all physical pain. "Don't you ever step between me and a blade again!""We fight together!" I snapped back, my hazel eyes flashing as I grabbed a heavy iron sconce from the balustrade wall.Malakor scrambled to his feet, hi
“Because you made one mistake.”My voice carried straight through the howling wind, striking the quieted courtyard with the weight of absolute finality.Malakor spat a mouthful of dark blood onto the slick cobblestones, his trembling hands pressed against the gaping wounds in his chest. His rogue Enforcers stood completely frozen around him, their weapons lying abandoned in the mud, their faces hollowed by the sudden realization of his deceit."What mistake?" Malakor rasped, his dark eyes burning with an unhinged, poison-laced fever as he stared up at me on the terrace steps. "I calculated every variable. I bought your guards. I unspooled your border lines.""You calculated Rowan's rage, but you forgot his humanity," I said, my hand tightening around Rowan’s blood-soaked fingers as he stood tall beside me. "You built an entire strategy around the idea that his love for me was a flaw. You thought my presence would make him weak, reckless, and easy to corner.""It
Camilla’s body crumpled onto the stone steps before her voice even faded.The gunshot echoed off the granite walls of the estate like a thunderclap, leaving a deafening, heavy silence in its wake. Malakor casually holstered his sidearm, stepping over her form without a single glance, his dark eyes fixed entirely on the upper landing."Veda, get back!" Rowan roared beside me, his hand tightening around my wrist like an iron clamp as he tried to drag me behind his massive frame."No, Rowan, let me go!" I insisted, twisting my wrist to loosen his grip. "Look at him! Look at his men!""Veda, he's a madman with an army!" Marcus yelled, his rifle pointed directly at Malakor’s chest. "We need to clear this terrace!""He's not a madman," I said, my voice cutting through the panic like an icy wire as I stepped up to the edge of the stone balustrade. "He's a coward who feeds on fear."Malakor let out a harsh, barking laugh, wiping rain from his scarred jaw as his rogue
I 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
"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 uppe
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 f
“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,






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