LOGIN“Beg, little mate. Let’s hear how sweet you sound when you’re desperate.” “She won’t beg for you. She’ll crawl to me, just like she should.” “Pathetic. Both of you. She already knows she belongs to me.” Dahlia thought her biggest problem was surviving college with her dignity intact. Blackridge Academy was brutal enough—where dominance and bloodlines meant everything. She already endured the cruel whispers, the “waste of tuition” insults, and a boyfriend who flirted with other girls while she clung to him, desperate not to lose the only affection she thought she had. But her quiet misery ended the night her cheating boyfriend breaks up with her. The searing pain across her chest was more than just fate. It was three mate marks. Knox Rivers — her brother’s best friend, the brilliant Alpha-to-be who can’t stand that his weak, bullied mate is her. Jace Blackmoor — the Lycan King’s golden son, cruel playboy, who laughs at the bond and swears he’ll break her until she kneels. Zayne Lachlan — the hybrid everyone fears, a dangerous artist with hands stained in rumors of blood, who stares at her like she’s his salvation…and his curse. Dahlia becomes the academy’s obsession, the girl with three marks who doesn’t deserve even one. Her boyfriend fears her. The other girls retreat from her. Everyone hates her. And yet… her three mates won’t let anyone else touch her. Not out of love. Out of possession. And possession comes with a price.
View More_Jace’s POV_“You’re shameless!” Dahlia said, her face turning that adorable shade of pink that I was quickly becoming addicted to.I laughed, completely unbothered by the accusation. If anything, I took it as a compliment. “Thank you. I work hard at it.”She gestured wildly at the room around us, my private sanctuary that very few people even knew existed. “I would rather die than be one of those girls you tie up in here!”Now that was interesting. I smirked, taking a step closer to her. “You’d be the first.”She blinked, confusion replacing some of her outrage. “What?”“I don’t bring my playthings to the mansion,” I explained, watching her face carefully. “It’s either my penthouse downtown or one of the private rooms at the club. This place?” I gestured around the room. “This is home. I don’t mix business with… well, home.”“You’re one big bastard, Moor.” My wolf, Jericho, sighed exhaustedly.Understanding dawned in her eyes, followed quickly by more confusion. “Then why do you have
_Dahlia’s POV_When Jace pulled up to his mansion, my jaw literally dropped.The place was massive, like something out of a movie. Modern architecture with huge glass windows, perfectly manicured lawns, and a fountain in the circular driveway that probably cost more than my car. Everything about it screamed wealth and luxury.*This is where he lives?* Mena breathed in awe.*Apparently,* I thought back, trying not to look too impressed.I wanted to explore every inch of it. I wanted to run through those perfectly trimmed gardens and peek into every window and see what kind of life someone like Jace lived. But I forced myself to stay calm and collected, hiding my enthusiasm behind a mask of suspicion.“Why did you bring me here?” I asked, eyeing him carefully. “Was the ice cream some kind of bribe?”Jace turned off the car and gave me that slow, lazy smile that made my stomach flip. “If I wanted to bribe you, Dahlia, I have much more effective ways of doing it.”His tone was so suggesti
_Dahlia’s POV_I just needed a break. From everything. From everyone.After that terrifying encounter with Zayne, my nerves were completely shot. My hands were still shaking, and I could feel the ghost of his presence lingering on my skin like a brand. His words kept echoing in my head – “even death wouldn’t be enough to escape me.”*You need to calm down,* Mena said weakly. She sounded just as rattled as I felt.*I know. I just want to go home and hide under my covers forever.*I walked toward the parking lot, my legs still wobbly and unsteady. All I wanted was to get in my car, drive home, lock myself in my room, and pretend this entire day hadn’t happened.But of course, the universe had other plans.A sleek black car suddenly pulled up right in front of me, blocking my path. I stopped walking and stared at it, my tired brain trying to process what was happening.I tried to walk around it, but the car moved again, cutting me off.“Are you serious right now?” I muttered, my exhausti
_Dahlia’s POV_I was terrified out of my mind.My heart was pounding so hard I could feel it in my throat, in my ears, in every single nerve ending in my body. Zayne’s overwhelming scent engulfed me completely, dark and dangerous with hints of pine and something metallic, like steel or blood. It filled my lungs with every breath, making my head spin and my wolf react in ways I didn’t understand.*Mate,* Mena whimpered, caught between the desperate urge to submit and the instinct to run. *Mate, mate, mate—**I know!* I thought frantically.Zayne still had my face cupped in his hand, his eyes boring into mine with an intensity that made me feel like he could see straight through to my soul. His body was so close to mine now, close enough that I could feel the heat radiating off him, close enough that I was practically pressed against the wall behind me.I opened my mouth to speak, to say something, anything that might break this suffocating tension.Nothing came out.My voice had comple
_Dahlia’s POV_I stared at myself in the mirror for the umpteenth time. I wasn't sure what their typical party wear was since I have only been to formal events with my brother. But the white dress looked perfect on me. Not to mention, it was my most expensive dress.The silky fabric hugged every i
_Dahlia’s POV_“How useless!” He spat, throwing the thirty thousand dollar watch in my face. My fingers clung to my uniform as I fought the tears in my eyes. “I told you I needed a watch, not some cheap knock off!” “Knockoff?” My lips quivered as I spoke. “I burned all my allowance money just for
_Dahlia’s POV_“I am so sorry for your shirt…” I finally gathered the courage to apologize. “Why… why did it have to be you?” he continued muttering, ignoring my apology. “Of all the girls in Blackridge…”I blinked. “Blackridge?” That seemed to catch his attention because a set of big honey-brown
_Dahlia’s POV_I staggered back as the pain hit me over and over again but I continued staring. He didn't break eye contact either. If anything, his lips curled in a smirk as his eyes lit with pure fascination. His scent mixed with the pheromones was too intoxicating for my body to handle. The gir












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