LOGINAs if waking up in a strange room with a life that isn’t mine wasn't enough—now I have to have sex with a man I don’t even know.
A man who apparently hates his queen. What could possibly be worse than this? I bit my finger hard enough to hurt, trying to stop the panic crawling up my throat. My hands ran through my hair, again and again, like I could somehow brush the madness away. I sat down, stood up, sat again—but nothing worked. Nothing was calming me down. How could I even be calm in this situation? The women were gone. It was just me now—me and my raging thoughts bouncing off the walls. I’d told myself a thousand times this had to be a dream, but the more I said it, the realer it became. The feel of the silk against my skin, the cold air, the smell of flowers that weren’t from anywhere near my college dorm—it all screamed real. Finally, I sat back on the bed and buried my face in my hands. My eyes burned, but I didn’t let the tears fall. What was the point of crying? It wouldn’t wake me up. It wouldn’t fix whatever this was. No, I needed to think. I needed to figure out what the hell was going on. I angrily wiped my eyes, took a deep breath, and stood up. Enough sitting around. Enough panicking. I marched toward the massive double doors and shoved them open. The sound echoed through the wide hallway. Two guards standing outside immediately straightened, their backs snapping like rulers. They both bowed low. I just… stared at them. They were dressed in all black from head to toe. Their faces were blank—like carved stone. Their eyes were sharp, watching my every move. “What the…” I muttered under my breath, making a face that clearly said what the hell? When I stepped forward, they instantly fell into step behind me. I spun around. “Why are you following me?” One of them didn’t even blink. “King’s order, my Queen.” King’s order. I turned back around and groaned. “Fantastic. Just fantastic.” They didn’t answer. Not even a twitch. I sighed and kept walking. My bare feet were silent on the marble floor as my eyes took in everything around me. The palace—because that’s what it had to be—was enormous. Every wall was carved with strange symbols. Chandeliers sparkled above my head, and long curtains the color of blood framed tall windows. Every time I passed someone—a maid, a servant—they froze, bowed, and whispered “Your Majesty” before scurrying away. I had never felt so out of place in my entire life. None of them looked surprised to see me alive, but they did look terrified. My stomach turned uneasily. I walked for what felt like forever before stopping at a wide balcony that overlooked the world beyond. The sight hit me like a punch to the chest. A vast stretch of forest spread out below, endless and green. Trees so thick they looked like a living sea. Mist rolled over the canopy like waves, hiding whatever lay beneath. A shiver ran down my spine. I gripped the stone railing, trying to calm the pounding in my chest. “Okay,” I whispered to myself. “Think. You went to bed. You woke up here. That doesn’t just happen. But…maybe someone drugged you? Maybe this is some kind of experiment?” I laughed softly, but it came out shaky. “Or maybe I’ve completely lost it. Great. Perfect.” The guards stood a few steps behind me, still silent. It was unnerving—like being shadowed by ghosts. I turned to them. “Hey,” I said, trying to sound casual. “Quick question—where exactly are we?” The taller one hesitated, then answered, “The Kingdom of Valnera.” I stared at him. “I’m sorry—what did you just say?” “Valnera, my Queen,” he repeated, completely serious. “Hidden deep within the secret forest.” I blinked at him. Slowly. “No, no—like… what country. You know, on Earth. France? Mexico? The freaking North Pole?” The other guard exchanged a glance with him before saying quietly, “We’re somewhere in northern Italy, my Queen.” Italy. Italy? I turned back toward the forest, my heart hammering. Then I turned to them again, my voice barely a whisper. “Oh my God,” I breathed. “I’ve been kidnapped.” They both stiffened, but I didn’t care. My hands were trembling so hard I had to clutch the railing to steady them. This couldn’t be happening. I was thousands of miles from home—in another country—with people calling me queen and talking about blood rituals and kings who hated their wives. This wasn’t real. It couldn’t be real. But before I could scream or ask another question, a deep, low sound rolled through the air. It wasn’t human. It was a growl. Not the kind a dog makes—this was deeper, darker. It rattled through the ground beneath my feet and crawled straight up my spine. I froze. The guards didn’t move. They just exchanged another one of those unreadable looks, like this was… normal. My gaze dropped to the forest below—and that’s when I saw it. A massive black wolf stood at the edge of the trees. My breath caught. It wasn’t just big. It was huge—easily twice the size of any wolf I’d ever seen in a documentary. Its fur shimmered under the bright sky, thick and dark, and its eyes… God, its eyes were golden. Intelligent. Cold. Watching. For a second, I thought I was hallucinating. But then it moved. Slowly. Gracefully. And the people walking below? They didn’t even flinch. A few bowed as they passed it. What the actual hell. My heart jumped to my throat. I stumbled back from the balcony, shaking my head. “Nope. Nope. Nope. That’s it. I’m done.” Then, as if it heard me, the wolf turned its head—straight toward me. Its golden eyes locked on mine. And it growled again. The sound vibrated through my bones. I screamed. I didn’t even realize I had until the guards tensed. Without thinking, I spun around and ran back the way I came—bare feet slapping against the cold marble floor. I didn’t care if the guards followed or if I looked insane. I just ran. By the time I reached the room, my chest was heaving. I shoved the doors closed, pressed my back against them, and slid down until I was sitting on the floor. My heart pounded so hard it hurt. “What the hell was that?” I gasped, my voice shaking. “A wolf? A—no, that’s impossible. That thing was huge. People don’t—people don’t bow to wolves!” I pressed my palms to my temples, squeezing my eyes shut. “I’m going crazy,” I whispered. “I must be going crazy.” I laughed again, a broken, desperate sound. “Right? That’s what this is. A mental breakdown. Hallucinations. Maybe I hit my head and I’m in a coma somewhere.” But the floor beneath me was solid. The air was cold. I could feel my heartbeat pounding against my ribs, and no dream had ever felt this real. My breathing slowed, but my mind didn’t. I stood and started pacing, muttering under my breath. “Okay. Okay, let’s think. Either I’ve been kidnapped, or I’m part of some super messed-up simulation. Or… this is real. Which it can’t be. Because there are giant wolves and blood-drinking kings and people calling me queen—” I broke off, staring at my reflection in a mirror across the room. The woman staring back wasn’t me. She had my face—but softer. Paler. Her eyes looked sadder. Her hair was long and perfect. And the crown of faint bruises around her throat made my stomach twist. “What happened to you?” I whispered. Silence answered me. For a moment, I just stood there, staring into that mirror, watching this stranger who looked like me but wasn’t. The air felt heavier. The walls seemed closer. Outside the window, thunder rolled. “What the hell is happening?” I whispered. My voice cracked, and tears I’d been holding back finally burned down my cheeks. “Where… where the hell am I?”Hazel’s POV Pregnancy took a toll on me. My body felt different every single day. My back ached, my feet swelled, and my emotions swung from laughing to crying in seconds. But the craziest part? My sex urges were absolutely insane. Some nights I wanted Nicholas so badly I couldn’t think straight. He was worried at first, scared he might hurt me or the baby, but I kept pulling him closer, whispering that I needed him. He would laugh softly, kiss my belly, and give me exactly what I wanted…slow, careful, and full of so much love it made me cry afterward. It made me laugh at how worried he always looked like I was fragile. One morning, though, I nearly gave Nicholas a heart attack. I woke up slowly, blinking at the sunlight pouring through the bedroom windows. Nicholas was beside me, still half asleep, one arm wrapped possessively around my waist. I stared at him. Really stared. Then I frowned. “Who are you?” Nicholas froze. His eyes widened in pure panic. “Hazel? Baby, it's m
Hazel’s POV One week later, the palace gardens had been transformed into something out of a fairytale. Lanterns of every color hung from the trees like floating stars, their warm glow mixing with the soft silver light of the full moon. Long tables were covered in white cloths and overflowing with food—roasted meats, fresh fruits, honeyed pastries, and wines. Music played softly in the background, a beautiful blend of strings and gentle drums that made the night feel alive and hopeful. Everyone was here. Alphas and their mates laughed together under the lanterns. Sirens moved gracefully among the wolves, some still proudly showing their shimmering scales. Dillian stood near the center with a group of women, but his eyes kept finding mine with a warm, brotherly smile that made my chest feel full. My brother. Family I never knew I needed until now. Marco and Dimitri were standing with two beautiful siren women and they looked pretty invested with how they were laughing and talking.
Nicholas’s POV Alpha Jackson’s body was being carried out of the abandoned house by my men. They moved carefully, wrapping him in dark cloth before lifting him onto a stretcher. I stood there watching, still in shock, my mind struggling to process everything that had just happened. The man who had pretended to love my wife for so long had just confessed his obsession with me…and then taken his own life. I couldn’t move. I couldn’t speak. Marco stepped closer. “Your Majesty…we’ll be sending his body to his pack.” I nodded slowly, my throat tight. “Send for his beta. I need to speak to him.” Marco bowed and left the house quietly, leaving only me and Hazel behind. The silence that followed was heavy. Thick. It pressed down on my chest like a weight I couldn’t shake off. Hazel stood a few feet away, staring at the spot where Jackson’s body had been. Her face was pale, but she looked unharmed. Alive. That was all that mattered. I reached out and took her hand…then started walking,
Hazel’s POV “Took you so long.” My voice came out calm, almost teasing, even though my heart was hammering against my ribs. Nicholas stood in the doorway like a storm about to break. His eyes were dark, deadly, and locked on Alpha Jackson with pure rage. The air in the abandoned house grew thick and heavy, like the whole room was holding its breath. Alpha Jackson froze. For a second, he looked like a man who had just been caught doing something terrible by the person he loved most. His face went pale. His body stiffened. Then something twisted in his expression…shock, fear, and a deep, ugly jealousy all mixed together. Nicholas stepped inside, his presence filling the dusty space. His jaw was clenched so tight I could see the muscle jumping. He looked at me tied to the chair, then back at Jackson. The look in his eyes sent a shiver down my spine. He was furious. Not just angry…he was ready to kill. “What the fuck is going on here?” Nicholas asked, his voice rough and low with ba
Hazel’s POV Jackson let go of my chin and stepped back, looking almost proud of himself. “Yes,” he said simply. “It was always me. I tried to get rid of you so many times. But you kept surviving. Like some cursed gift from the Goddess.” I stared at him, seeing him clearly for the first time. The man who had smiled at me. The man who had taken bullets for me. The man everyone thought was in love with me. It had all been a lie. A carefully built mask to hide his real obsession...my husband. My stomach twisted violently. “You’re sick,” I whispered. Jackson tilted his head, smiling that same twisted smile. “Maybe,” he said. “But I’m honest now. And since you’re here…tied up and helpless…maybe it’s finally time to finish what I started.” The tension in the room became suffocating. I could feel my power humming under my skin, ready to explode. But I held it back. Not yet. I needed to hear everything first. Jackson stepped closer again, his eyes gleaming with madness and longing
Hazel’s POV “What are you talking about, Jackson?” I whispered. “I thought you loved me. I thought you wanted to be with me.” Alpha Jackson stared at me for a long second. His face remained strangely calm at first, almost unnaturally so, like he was savoring the moment before tearing everything apart. Then he laughed. The sound started low, then grew louder, filling the dusty abandoned house with something cold and twisted. His shoulders shook as he laughed harder, like I had just told the funniest joke in the world. The echo bounced off the walls, making the entire place feel even more haunted and suffocating. His cold green eyes locked onto mine, and the laughter slowly died on his lips. “You really think I was in love with you?” he asked, his voice dripping with mockery. My heart beat faster. Something kept ringing in the back of my head—a truth I didn’t want to believe. But I pushed forward anyway. “You saved my life, Jackson,” I said, trying to keep my voice steady. “You
Hazel’s POVMy whole body felt like it was buzzing. Like electricity was running under my skin, waking up every nerve I didn’t even know I had. I felt hypersensitive.I didn’t know if it was whatever the hell he’d forced down my throat or if it was just…him. Nicholas. Still pinning me to the mattre
Hazel’s POV I couldn’t sleep. I kept turning over in bed, flipping the pillow, pulling the blanket up to my chin, then kicking it off again because it suddenly felt suffocating. Every time I closed my eyes, my heart gave this weird little jump—like it was trying to climb out of my chest. Restless
Hazel’s POV I shot upright in bed with a scream still lodged in my throat. My heart was trying to punch its way out of my chest. Sweat soaked the back of my nightgown. My hair stuck to my neck. For a second I didn’t know where I was—cliff, falling, black water rushing up—then the familiar ceilin
Hazel’s POVI stood on the balcony overlooking the palace grounds, arms folded tight across my chest like I could hold everything inside if I squeezed hard enough. The late afternoon sun was making everywhere glow gold, but despite the beauty and calm of the place, my mind was spinning too fast.Di







