LOGINBetrayed by the mate who vowed to love her forever, Freya's world shatters when she catches her Alpha husband, Mason, in the arms of her best friend on the very night she planned to reveal her miraculous pregnancy with twins. Cast out, hunted, and fighting for her unborn children, the orphaned she-wolf flees into the dangerous wilds, only to collapse at the feet of the ruthless rogue Alpha Dante. And when fate reveals Freya as his mate, Dante's fury ignites, so he orders her death rather than risk another betrayal.
View MoreThe change didn’t announce itself loudly. It came quietly, almost suspiciously so, like something slipping back into place after being broken for too long. At first, I didn’t trust it. Not even a little. Because I had seen what the poison did to him when it was at its worst—the way it twisted through his body at night, the way it stole color from his face, the way even breathing seemed like a negotiation between pain and endurance. So when the nights started getting quieter, when the tension in his body began to ease, when his breathing no longer carried that sharp, broken edge, I kept waiting for it to return. But it didn’t. Instead, something else happened. He began to sleep. Properly. Deeply. Without the constant interruptions of pain dragging him back into consciousness. The first time I noticed it, I stayed seated longer than usual, just watching him, my fingers still hovering over the herbs I had been preparing out of habit. His chest rose and fell in a steady rhythm,
It didn’t happen all at once.It never does.It was gradual, almost unfairly subtle at first, like something shifting in the background of my life without asking for permission, like a sound you only notice after it has already been there for a long time.Dante and I were always together now.Always.Not because we chose it in any romantic sense, not because anything had been spoken or agreed upon between us, but because there was no other option that made sense anymore; his body still needed constant attention, and I was the only one who understood what was happening inside him, the only one who could stabilize what the poison tried to undo every night.So I stayed.And he allowed it.That was the strange part.Not resistance.Not dominance.Just… acceptance.And in that forced closeness, something else began to grow.Something neither of us had control over.At first, I thought I could manage it the same way I managed everything else in my life—by categorizing it, by analyzing it, b
If someone had told me weeks ago that I would be sitting at the edge of Dante’s bed night after night, watching the rise and fall of his chest like it was the only thing keeping me anchored, I would have laughed in their face and gone right back to my work without a second thought, because back then, our lives never overlapped in any real way.We lived under the same roof, yes, but that was where the connection ended.He was always gone.If not physically, then mentally.Dante existed in maps and war strategies, in whispered meetings with commanders, in long rides to territories that either needed to be secured or subdued, and even when he was in the Packhouse, his presence felt distant, like he was already halfway to the next battle before the current one had even settled.And I… I had my laboratory.That was my world.A contained, controlled space where things made sense, where results could be measured, where effort had direction, and where emotions didn’t interfere with outcomes;
It started as something I tried to ignore.At first, I told myself it was nothing more than proximity, nothing more than the effect of spending too many hours in the same room, breathing the same air, listening to the same uneven rhythm of his heartbeat as I worked tirelessly to keep him alive. I told myself it was exhaustion, that my body was simply reacting to stress, to fear, to the constant pressure sitting on my chest like a weight I couldn’t push off.But the truth had a way of slipping through the cracks of denial.And this truth was loud.It flickered in my chest at the most inconvenient moments—when I leaned over him to check his pulse, when my fingers brushed against his wrist just a second too long, when his voice, rough and low from pain, called my name in the quiet of the night. It wasn’t steady, not yet, but it was there. Alive. Growing.The mate bond.I hated it.I hated how my body recognized him before my mind could catch up, how something deep inside me responded to
Freya's POV:.“Damn it all!” I muttered, slapping the alarm clock silent, the beeping finally cutting off. Blinking groggily at the digital display, I realized it was 1:00 PM, and a gasp left me. ‘Why in the realms had it gone off at one and not at 10:00 AM like I'd intended?’ My mind, still fogg
Dante’s POV"It's been a while since we took over Moonclaw Pack, and I think it's time to claim another on the list." I said, leaning back in the leather chair of my private study, with ancient maps sprawled on the oak desk, as Gideon and I plotted the reclamation of what was rightfully mine, pack
Freya’s POV:"How... how do you know all this?" I demanded, my voice trembling as I stepped closer to her, the suitcase now bulging at her feet. "And more importantly, I refuse to believe that Mason would try to kill me. That's insane! He's my mate, my husband, he wouldn't... he couldn't..."But ev
Freya’s POV:“This... this can't be real.” Tears welled up as I stumbled forward a step, my voice breaking the silence. “Tell me it's not what it looks like!"Mason cursed under his breath, hastily zipping up his pants while Selene casually adjusted her skirt, her expression smug rather than ashame






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