เข้าสู่ระบบThey say the Moon Goddess never makes mistakes... yet she clearly made one with me. On the night of my Mating Rite, she bound my soul to the Alpha of my pack, the Bloodwyn Pack. But Rafael Bloodwyn looked me in the eye, and rejected me, because a wolf of his stature could never be with an orphan beta like me. All it took was forty seconds for me to lose everything. I was exiled and cast out of the Bloodwyn pack. Left for dead on the wrong side of a border that was never going to open for me again. I should have died in that forest... Instead, I woke up in the enemy's house. Dominic Blackthorne doesn't believe in fated mates, and he doesn't believe in coincidences either, which is exactly why he isn't letting me leave. He needs a Luna. I need a pack. And somewhere between the deal we made and the secrets we're both keeping, the bond in my chest grows... "The Moon Goddess doesn't make mistakes." they said. I'm starting to think she just has a terrible sense of humor.
ดูเพิ่มเติมThe wet heat of her tears seared straight through the linen bandages on my chest, but I didn't care.I held her. I wrapped my arms around her trembling frame, burying my face into the crook of her neck, and I simply held the woman who had dragged me out of the dark. And for a long, fragile moment, the world outside the oak doors of the West Wing ceased to exist. There was no Jarek bleeding out in the dungeons. There was no Viktor Varkas waiting in the southern mountains. There was only Cassandra—my Cassandra, her fingers curled desperately into the fabric of my ruined tunic, crying into my skin.It was incredibly sweet.For the first time in fifteen years, the suffocating weight of being the Alpha of the Blackthorne pack seemed to completely vanish from my shoulders. Her scent washed over me, drowning out the lingering, toxic stench of the Grave-Brier gas that had coated my lungs. I closed my eyes, letting my cheek rest against her dark hair, perfectly content to stay anc
<Cassandra>The carriage ride back to the Manor was nothing but a blur of frantic terror and blinding pain.I lay across one bench, my head resting on Gideon’s cloak, while Dominic was sprawled across the opposite seat. His breathing was terribly shallow, a faint, sickly wheeze rattling in his chest with every intake of air. I kept reaching my hand across the narrow aisle, my fingers desperately clinging to his cold hand, refusing to let go until the carriage finally rattled to a halt on the Manor cobblestones.The entire household was waiting.The moment the doors opened, it was absolute chaos. Guards shouted orders, servants scattered to fetch hot water, and I was lifted out
Even in my paralyzed state, I wished there was something I could do to help.Every agonizing step Dominic took up the pitch-black spiraling stone stairs sent a violent shudder through his broad chest, and I felt every single one of them vibrate against my own ribs. He was holding me tightly against him, my legs completely dead and useless from the venom, while his other hand gripped the heavy iron chain dragging Elder Jarek’s unconscious body behind us.The hissing of the Grave-Brier gas below was growing fainter, but the toxic burn in my throat was a terrifying and constant reminder of what was climbing up the stairs right on our heels."Dominic," I rasped, my voice barely a cracked whisper. "You have to... drop him. You can't carry us both.""I am not leaving him," Dominic growled through gritted teeth.His chest heaved with a sickening, wet rattle. The blood from his torn ribs was soaking straight through my ruined grey dress, slick and hot against my skin. He was opera
'Shift,' my mind screamed. 'Shift now!'I didn't have the breath to roar. I just threw my entire consciousness into my beast, forcing the change through the suffocating pain of the poison.My bones cracked violently, as an agonizing shift tore at my already bleeding flesh. I hit the stone floor on four paws just as Jarek’s massive grey form slammed into me.The impact was like getting hit by a freight train.We rolled across the cavern floor, a chaotic tangle of teeth, claws, and blood. I snapped my jaws, aiming for his throat, but my movements were sluggish. The Grave-Brier gas was heavy in my lungs, dulling my reflexes, turning my limbs into lead.Jarek’s jaws clamped down hard on my left shoulder, his fangs sinking deep into the muscle. I let out a feral snarl, twisting my body violently to shake him off, my hind legs kicking up and raking across his stomach. He tore free, ripping a chunk of flesh from my shoulder, and threw me backward.I crashed hard against a stone pil












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