로그인“She came to serve him, never knowing she would ruin him.” “We are not mates,” I say clearly. “I am a maid, and you are the Alpha, which means, whatever confusion happened earlier needs to end immediately because I will not entertain that kind of intimacy next time.” Draven remains still. “And just in case you mistake me for a harlot because of this ridiculous mate nonsense,” I add sharply, “let me make myself very clear Alpha. I am here to clean your room, not to throw myself at you!” *** Seren lost everything in a single night. Her marriage, her family and the life she once called hers. Cast out, stripped out of her name and status, she runs to the last place anyone would look for her: a rival pack ruled by an Alpha betrothed to marry another. Invisible, powerless, and safe, she stayed in the pack until the Alpha notices her. Not because of her face nor her past, but because of her scent. Torn between duty and bond he refuses to acknowledge, Draven is determined to keep his distance, even as his control begins to fracture.
더 보기(Draven)I leaned back in the chair, placing my palm on my forehead. Nothing about the situation felt stable enough to trust. Marcel stood by me with his arms folded, watching me with an expression when I wanted to do something he already disapproved of.“The bond is active,” he said again. “There’s no denying it anymore, Draven.”I scoffed under my breath, staring at the ceiling instead of him. “A maid cannot be my mate.” I could not understand whatever madness the universe was trying to sell to me because, how can the moon goddess give a maid as my mate???Marcel exhaled slowly, as if I had asked him for the hundredth time. “And yet your wolf disagrees.”I said nothing because he was right. The moment she walked into my room, my wolf was not calm anymore. He kept screaming. Mate. Mate. Mate.And it echoed inside my skull like something trying to break free from a cage and every time I tried to suppress it, it grew sharper and more violent.The door swung open and both of us turned a
~Seren~I didn’t understand what was happening to my body. That was the first honest thought that cut through the storm inside my head as Alpha Draven’s hand stayed wrapped around my wrist. He was holding me in place against the wall of his private chamber. His eyes did not leave mine…not even for a second.“Mate,” he said again, lower this time and I felt the pull. Not physical pain, not even attraction in the way I understood it. I felt the urge to kiss him right there, I want to claim him. My breath caught as warmth spread through my skin in waves I couldn’t explain and I hated the fact that my body reacted before my mind could catch up. I hated that my thoughts were fractured in two opposing directions. One screaming at me to stay because something in me recognized him, while the other clawed violently at my awareness reminding me of who I was in this pack and what men like him represented in my bloodline history.Draven…Enemy. My pulse quickened as his free hands lifted slowl
~Seren~“Keep your head down, speak only when spoken to, and do not—under any circumstances draw attention to yourself.”Gwen’s voice was sharp and completely uninterested in whether I lived or died in this pack.I adjusted the sleeve of the maid uniform that swallowed my arms like it had been stitched for someone twice my size. “If I wanted attention, I wouldn’t be wearing this.” I muttered.Her eyes flicked to me briefly, “Good, then try not to die in his room.”I paused, “Is that supposed to be comforting?”“It’s supposed to be realistic,” she replied, already turning away. “You’ve been assigned to Alpha Draven’s chamber, clean thoroughly, leave quickly and do not provoke him.”His name alone made my chest tighten. Even before exile, before everything collapsed, I knew that name so well.My father’s voice echoed in my head, “That man is not to be trusted. He is our nemesis! An enemy to our pack.”And now…I was being sent to his room, dressed in a servant outfit. Seriously, life has
~Draven~I had faced wars, rogue packs, and council uprising, but nothing tested the restraint of my temper like the moment my mother said her name.“Lyra, your betrothed wife.” My mother said with the brightest smile. I straightened slowly from my seat, my claws threatening to surface beneath my skin. “Repeat that.” My mother didn't flinch. She rarely did when it came to matters she had already decided for me. “You will be formally betrothed to Lyra of the northcrest pack,” she said calmly. A low murmur spread through the elders seated around the circular hall, all of them suddenly fascinated by the grain of the wooden table. I laughed once, sharp and without humor, “No,” My mother’s gaze hardened. “Draven!” “I said no,” I repeated, pushing myself fully upright now, the weight of authority rising through me like fire finding oxygen. “You do not decide who I bind myself to! I am not a treaty.” One of the elders cleared his throat. “Alpha Draven, this is alliance is—““Do not s












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