Riley Cooper's life as an Omega changes for the better when she is sold out to Prince Norman Edelman by her fated mate who rejects her for being a runt. Norman Edelman wants nothing but to inherit his father's throne against all odds including playing dirty on his brother, Damon and Kirk Edelman, so he buys a Listener from Hornside pack only to realize Riley's not exactly what he wanted but all he ever needed. Riley finds herself unexpectedly entangled and irresistibly pulled to the handsome princes—the Edelman triplets. Despite the inner conflicts warring inside of her, she can't deny the growing connection that binds her to each of the brothers. Will she continue to resist the alluring call of passion and love of these fierce princes, or will she surrender to the seductive pull of the one Prince she can never shake.
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"You are a shame to this Pack, Riley Cooper." Alpha Nate's gruff tone, cold eyes searching my feeble frame made it clear this man didn't want me. Why humiliate me? "You don't want me. Why bother?" I dared not talk back to the Alpha of the southern territories, but not when I was on the brink of death. Stripped and bruised to the floor with nothing but a ripped brown dress and the ache in my soul to be freed from all this. "Why don't you just kill me?" I spat the blood in my mouth to the floor, pinning my gaze to the floor, not daring to look at Alpha Nate in his beautiful dark eyes. His commanders looked quite impatient, glancing at their wristwatches now and then with heavy sighs as though waiting for someone to meet them at the Pack borders. "I still think we should give her at least a last chance..." "Oh fuck it Lance," Nate snapped at his second in command, "This whore is plainly an impostor. She has no roots whatsoever to the Wyel bloodline..." He went abruptly silent, tossed his Cuban cigarette to the floor, stepped on it before taking large strides toward me. Nate took a fistful of my pecan hair yanking me to my feet. The pain it caused, inexplicable. "Did you offer the goddess some sacrifices just to get fated to me?" What? No! I fought to say but my body fought to overcome the pain his grasp rendered to me. "Fifty million dollars is what I'm making off of your goddamn head, you try to act smart then I'm not going to hesitate to send a silver bullet through your fuckin' head." "What if the Northerners realize we've fooled them?" Beta Lance tried to reason, "We lied she's a listener, it's why they're buying her but this runt has no wolf." "We didn't lie, Lance, the test results don't lie," a sly grin tugged the edges of Gamma Dane's lips, "The Northerners get to run preliminary tests. They have what they pay for, just that she'll never play the role because she has no wolf." "She becomes their headache." Nate chuckled amusedly. The Northern territories were known for their malevolence, cruelty, and barbarism. There certainly was no way the commanders of my Pack were heartless enough to want me off with them. This had to be another punishment. Nate hated to think I was fated to him. The hate and resentment I received from HornSide Pack members seemed to double the second they realized their Alpha had rejected me a few months ago. The moon goddess never missed a beat to be funny. How in the hell did she expect an ugly and unworthy runt to be accepted by this handsome and strong Alpha? And everyone thought the goddess was smart. The shiny cars zooming towards us at the border brought a sheer sense of accomplishment perceptible in Alpha Nate's bright eyes and broad grin. The commanders of the HornSide pack took on a more defensive stance, their hands surreptitiously on the concealed Glocks clipped to their waistband, with their jackets over it. My heart thumped wildly. Unsure of what was going on, with Nate's grip on my hair hardening, threatening to rip off my scalp. They waited until the two trucks came to a halt before them and three young men, not any older than Nate and his commander, came out of the car. The blazing sun highlights blinded my blurry vision making the approaching men appear like a perfect silhouette of three cowboys. Their hats, boots, and scarf gave an air of trouble around them. My eyes dropped on the duffle bags in their possession as they edged closer, standing right before us. "Prince Norman wants the girl." The man in the middle announced. His accent is quite sexy. "You have her," Nate tugged my hair painfully making me fight to break free. If I could escape this second then my freedom was guaranteed. But who was I kidding? "The money?" Nate asked, greed heavy in his tone. The guy with the duffle bags tossed them with great throws and they landed at our feet with a loud thud. Taking wary steps, Gamma Dane approached the Goyard duffle bags. He leaned slightly over to confirm the contents of the bags. He nodded to Nate and hoisted the bags with so much money in them one after the other to their car. The whistle from the man in the middle had Nate shoving me in their direction. They caught me. Before I could react, silver cuffs and chains to my neck seized and rendered me weak. "My regards to the Prince." Was all I heard Nate say before these men bundled me into one of their waiting cars. Whatever they were going to do me was up to the Goddess to decide. The phone in the car rang and chimed loudly in my ears but none of them cared to answer it. "Please don't hurt me." I sobbed in the backseat of the car, my heart thrashing erratically. "Just go to sleep, come morning light, you'll be safe and sound." Safe and sound? What the heck did that even mean? I glanced back to see if Nate and his commanders had a change of heart if they were coming for me. Every bit of hope in me dissolved as I saw their cars disappear from my vision in the opposite direction. They didn't care. They had quite a lot of money and they couldn't risk trouble with the Northern territories. Prince Norman wanted me? Whatever for? I knew who Prince Norman Edelman, son of the Lycan High King was. A brute and cruel ruler. This deception from Nate and his team was only going to cost me my life. They absolutely were going to pay back every bit of the money they just got because the Prince wanted a Listener. I came from the Wyel bloodline, a bloodline with extraordinary hearing humanoid ability. But I was wolfless and giftless but Prince Norman wanted me.Norman's POVAs I stepped out of the palace hall, the weight of my conversation with my father still lingered in my chest. His words weren’t harsh, but they held something heavier than scolding—expectation. He didn’t care about Riley’s past, her bloodline, or the court’s noise. All he wanted to know was if I truly wanted her… and if I was ready to face everything that would come with choosing her.I had answered him without hesitation. Yes. Every single time, it was a yes. And to think he had only laughed when I told him about Damon and Kirk also having eyes for Riley totally irks me. I knew he must have heard about the issue but I still deemed it reasonable telling him, but he only laughed it off. But knowing him, he'd still think about the whole issue sometimes later—when alone. He wasn't foolish, far from it. He was the wisest person I've ever known, that was the way he had kept the kingdom together.I walked down the palace steps with a quiet hope that Riley was still by the garde
Riley's POVThe palace was even grander than I had thought it to be. Towering walls, shining marble floors, and the heavy scent of roses from the garden made my stomach twist. I was used to quiet corners and wooden floors, not gold trimmings and guards in static motion. As the car passed through the front gates, I felt the nervous flutter I always tried to hide.I sat beside Norman in the car, pretending to be calm. He looked so sure of himself, like always—shoulders straight, eyes steady, lips set in that quiet line he wore when he was deep in thought. I admired him so much, maybe too much. He belonged here. This world was his. But me? Sometimes I wasn’t so sure."You’re quiet," he said, turning to look at me."I’m just thinking." I gave him a small smile, hoping it would pass as enough.He reached for my hand, holding it gently. "You don’t have to come in if you don’t want to. I can handle my father."I shook my head quickly. "No, I want to come. I just... maybe I’ll stay in the gar
Norman's POVThe ride back to the mansion felt like an eternity. My hand, still clenched from the confrontation, throbbed dully. I could still hear the venom in Elder Thomas’s voice, the way he spat out the word “slave” like a curse. Slave. The very thought made my stomach churn. Riley, my own wife, the woman I've come to love, subjected to such blatant disrespect. A wave of fury, cold and sharp, washed over me.I snuck a glance at her. She sat beside me, her gaze fixed on the passing buildings, pale and bearing no expression. She seemed composed, but I knew her well enough to see the tight set of her jaw, the slight tremor in her hands. I wanted to reach for her, to pull her close, to offer some comfort, but I hesitated. My outburst at the court… had it been the right thing to do? I’d defended her, yes, but had I made things worse? Had I painted a target on her back?The guilt gnawed at me. I should have been there. I should have anticipated their hostility, their prejudice. I shou
Riley’s POVI had just gotten summoned by the court. The summons had arrived just after breakfast, a crisp white envelope bearing the court’s official seal. My stomach had churned as I read the formal, almost chillingly polite, request for my presence. I knew this was coming. Norman had taken the step to let our marriage go public, just before he went for a quick journey with Chadwick. I could also understand one thing, Norman’s sudden announcement of our marriage had sent ripples of shock through the kingdom, and I knew the court wouldn’t take it lying down.Now, I was on my way to the court as it was close to the time stipulated in the letter. Norman wasn't around to escort me. He had left for an important meeting yesterday noon and wouldn't be coming back until later today. Although I wasn't bothered about his absence, I would face the men of the court and try to be knowledgeable in my dealings with them. After walking a while, I entered the grand hall, my heart hammering against
Riley’s POVA soft knock on my door pulled me from my thoughts. I’d been sketching, trying to capture the way the afternoon light slanted through the windows, painting the room in shades of gold and amber. I opened the door to find Norman standing there, his jaw tight, his fists clenched at his sides. Even without him saying a word, I knew something was wrong. The air around him crackled with tension.“Norman? What is it?” I asked, my voice laced with concern.He forced a smile, a pale contrast of his usual impassive expression. “Nothing. Just came back from the court. I didn't see you in my chamber so I thought you'd be here.”I raised an eyebrow, unconvinced. He paced the room restlessly, his silence more telling than any words could have been. My heart sank. His visit to the court hadn’t gone well. I knew it. I had known he wouldn't have it easy, that he'd face resistance — resistance he’d face from those who clung to tradition, to the old ways. He’d brushed off my concerns, confid
Norman’s POVBy the time I get back to my suite, I couldn't find Riley anywhere around. I understand immediately she must have gone back to her room. I still needed to see her so I stepped out of my room, my mind reeling with the discussion I had with the court. I closed the door gently behind me, and immediately set out to go to Riley's part of the huge pack house.I hadn't taken two steps when Damon suddenly appeared before me, his presence as sudden and unexpected as a storm cloud on a clear day. His face was like a thundercloud, his eyes blazing with a cold fury that would have affected any other person, but not me. "You," he growled, pointing at me. I didn't fail to notice the accusation that rang deep in his voice. "Why would you do this? Why would you marry my mate?"His words struck me as both absurd and amusing. His mate? What the hell was he talking about? Riley was no one's possession, a fact I was about to make abundantly clear. A chuckle escaped my lips, a sound that see
Riley’s POVMy hand trembled slightly as I pushed open the door to my room, my mind still replaying the unsettling conversation with Meredith. I’d expected the quiet solitude of my own space, a place to gather my thoughts and steel myself for whatever lay ahead. Instead, I found Damon. He stood by the door, his back to me, his posture—somewhat rigid, his very presence brought a feeling of unease inside of me. Surprise morphed into confusion, then a prickle of fear. I didn't know why, but my heart seem to beat faster seeing him standing here. What was he doing here? I swallowed a spittle then opened my mouth, "Damon?" I called, my voice hesitant. "What… what are you doing here?"He turned, his gaze meeting mine, and the breath caught in my throat. His eyes, usually warm and teasing, were now cold and sharp, like shards of ice. He didn’t answer, instead, he just continued to stare at me, his silence more unnerving than any angry outburst. He took a step towards me, and another, and the
Riley's POVI walked out of Norman's suite, my mind preoccupied with the court's decision. I needed to change clothes and get some other things done, but my thoughts were stuck on Norman and the possibility of him sending me back to Hornside. Even when he had promised he'd never do something like that, I couldn't help but think of the possibility of that happening. I let the thoughts off my head as I walked down the hallway, I thought about my wolf awakening and wondered if there's a slight chance of using my ability as a listener to help Norman. Maybe, just maybe, I could find a way to make things right.But before I could get lost in my thoughts further, I stumbled upon a wall that pushed me back slightly. I looked up to see Meredith's cold face glaring at me, her eyes flashing with anger. I felt a surge of annoyance, but I didn't let it get the better of me."I can see you suddenly became blind," Meredith sneered, her voice dripping with hatred as she marched closer to me. "Tell m
Norman's POVI stood before the round table of the court, my eyes fixed on Mr. Crestwood and the other kingmakers. They were the ones who would decide my fate, determine whether I would be allowed to pursue the throne. And now, they were telling me that my marriage to Riley was a problem."Norman, you have committed a great atrocity by marrying a girl under the crescent moon," one of the kingmakers said, his voice stern. "You must send her back to Hornside and marry another, hence that will void your first marriage."I felt my heart kick in anger at their words. How could they ask me to abandon Riley, the woman I had come to care for? I thought about her innocent smile, her laughter, and her determination—everything that endeared me to her. I couldn't possibly come to terms with leaving her, not because these men here want it that way."I understand that I may have broken the Moonclak law," I begin, trying to keep my tone calm. "But surely there's a way to rectify this situation witho
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