MasukNatalie POV
"Oh, come on, Natalie, this is your only chance to have a wedding ring," Lydia sneered, her tone malicious . She sat relaxed on the cushion in my room,her legs crossed ,her fingers brushing against the golden bracelet hanging on her wrist. Her gaze shifted to me with resentment in her eyes as if she just saw something dirty and the look made my heart race. I swallowed the lump forming in my throat, stepping closer and closing the door behind me, which made a jerking sound. Silence washed over us. The air went still ,my heart thumped loudly as I stared at her. Lydia was Darren's sister, but she never showed an atom of affection towards me. Seeing her here made my heart beat wildly in my chest which meant one thing: this was not a friendly visit. "What are you doing here, Lydia?" I asked with an irritation in my voice, breaking the silence in the room. Her lips curved into a mocking laughter but I held my composure. “I came here to say my final goodbye to you," she said with a wild grin, her eyes flashing dangerously. My brows creased. I tilted my head slightly in confusion because I knew Lydia really too well. I swallowed thickly; her visit was unexpected, and I looked at her, feeling stunned. My chest tightened. Of course she was right,Darren was forcing me into another marriage to hold his reputation as the alpha in the moonlight pack. I clenched my hands,biting my lips forcing myself to meet her gaze. “Not now, Lydia I'm not in the mood for whatever games you are playing," I whispered and a wicked light flickered across her face, looking up into my emerald eyes. “ I found something amusing about your husband will you like to hear it ?” She inquired with a smirk playing on her lips. My heart skipped. “ What could it be ?” I wondered with many questions running in my mind. “ Aren't you curious?” She teased mockingly. "I heard the man you would be marrying is not just an alpha, but alpha Richard, the alpha who's been in a vegetable state for years.”she smirked. I rose a brow looking at her, confused. “Were you not supposed to marry Richard Harrison?” i asked her. Her marriage was scheduled to hold in three days. It has been the one thing the whole pack was talking about. So what the hell was Lydia on about? “How could I, the strongest she-wolf, marry a vegetable?” She scoffed. "You gullible poor thing. You were always meant to take my left overs. You, a lowly omega, should feel honored to marry the alpha of the strongest pack in my place," she said, rolling her eyes at me, and my stomach knotted. A cold shrill ran down my spine. Alpha Richard? The mad alpha ?! I looked at Lydia pointedly. "This was your plan from the beginning, wasn't it? The alpha was poisoned by moonshade flower and the only way he can be saved is when he gets mated. The mate takes the fall. Is this what you wanted, Lydia?" I slowly walked towards her, my hands folded into an angry fist by my side. "You want me to die in your place?!" Her eyes widened. “ H-how do you know about that?” She asked her lips trembling. “Everybody knows. Just because you and everybody keep me locked in here doesn't mean I don't hear things. But enough is enough. I won't let you use me like that again!” I replied. And before I could stop myself, my fist flee forwards and I pinched her right in the face. Her face whipped to the side as I saw blood dropped from her bottom lip. “Did— You pinched me!" she growled as she grabbed her face in her hands, her eyes wide with something that almost resembled fear. Then it turned angry. I smiled down at her. “Mocking violation is not a joke, and I'm still your Luna, so have some respect," I replied, my voice cold, before I walked away, leaving her in a sobering mess. “Is she the bride from the Moonlight pack? The one prophesied by the witch to cure the alpha sickness?” Whispers erupted from the crowd that had gathered to witness my union with Alpha Richard, the alpha of the Blackwood pack. Every person knew Richard Harrison had not been seen in public for several months due to severe sickness, which left him in a coma and murmurs about his condition had spread through the pack like wildfire. . Desperate to save him,His mother Catherine had consulted a witch, who stated that only his fated mate could save him from the verge of death. Since then,all matters concerning the pack went through his mother, the matriarch of the Harrison family. The chandeliers lit up, casting a golden glow across the grand hall as I stepped into the hall, and every gaze landed on me, making me the center of attraction. My steps were slow with the heels clicking faintly against the ground. My hands trembled as I clasped the bouquet in my tiny palms. My face went pale with panic consuming me; each step felt like hell tearing through me. My chest felt heavier as I walked straight to the altar where the priest stood. As I reached the altar,my gaze landed on the man who lay on the ceremonial bed placed before the altar with a silver mask covering his face. My breath faltered when my eyes landed on him. He looked lifeless, and my heart pounded violently in my chest. “She is very beautiful; it's such a pity that she has to marry our alpha in a coma." The crowd chuckled, but I kept my face emotionless. He cleared his throat. “Natalie Hill, are you sure you take Alpha Richard Harrison of the Blackwood pack as your mate and take care of him forever?" he said solemnly, his voice cracking through the air like a whip. The hall fell silent; my heart twisted painfully against my ribs. I opened my mouth to answer but Lydia words kept replaying in my head. “ The mate takes the fall”my stomach hammered against my ribs. So it was a reality . This union was never meant for Lydia from the start,it was a ploy to trap me. My eyes drifted to the man clothed in silk lying motionless on the ceremonial bed,his eyes tightly closed with the silver mask covering most of his features away from the prying eyes. My throat went dry. “ Can I really get married to a mad alpha who is almost dead? “Natalie POVThe profound, intoxicating sweetness of the healed bond rippled through my veins like liquid gold, driving the last remnants of the subterranean chill from my bones. Our fur remained pressed together, a stark contrast of midnight black and moonlight silver under the blinding dawn sun. Richard’s heavy, rhythmic breaths vibrated against my ribs, his massive beast completely subdued by the ancient, undeniable pull of the primal lineage.But the peace was a fragile illusion, a momentary pause in a court surrounded by executioners.“Natalie,” Selene whispered, her emerald gaze sharp within my mind as she monitored the environment. “The vanguard is recovering. Their fear is turning into strategic positioning. We cannot stay shifted in the open.”A sharp, defensive click from the upper terrace shattered the spell.Beta Marcus stood by the stone railing, his silver broadsword raised, his face twisted into a mask of pure, calculated desperation. "Archers, level weapons! The Alpha i
Natalie POVThe blinding glare of the dawn sun struck my eyes like a physical blow as Marcus shoved me out onto the stone observation terrace. The crisp, biting mountain air rushed into my lungs, cold as shaved ice, instantly cutting through the lingering stench of the subterranean cells.Below the terrace, the grand courtyard of the Blackwood estate had been transformed into a sea of absolute silver.Three full battalions of the elite vanguard stood in rigid, flawless formations, their polished breastplates and raised spears catching the first golden rays of the morning sun. In the dead center of the courtyard stood the gallows—a massive, skeletal structure of dark oak, its thick hemp noose swaying gently in the freezing mountain wind.Darren was dragged to the base of the wooden steps by two towering vards. His knees gave out entirely, his boots dragging uselessly through the light dusting of snow on the stone. He looked up at the noose, his face turning an asymmetric shade of gray
Natalie POVThe heavy iron door of the isolation block remained closed after they dragged Richard’s bleeding, broken form up the stone stairs. The suffocating heat of the crucible slowly faded, leaving behind the familiar, creeping chill of the bedrock and the stench of burnt silk.I lay on my side in the corner of the cell, my bound hands tucked tightly against my lower abdomen. The physical burn from the extraction iron was a sharp, localized sting against my skin, but the spiritual ache from the fractured contract was a hollow, echoing void that vibrated through my entire skeleton. Every time my heart beat, the snapped ends of the golden bond frayed a little more, sending cold tremors down my spine.“We survived,” Selene whispered, her voice a fragile, trembling thread in the back of my mind. “The little spark... it is still holding on, Natalie. But the Blackwood link is bleeding out.”"I know," I breathed silently into the dark, my fingers pressing through the torn velvet of my dr
Natalie POVThe heavy oak door of my cell didn't just swing open; it shrieked against the stone floor like a dying animal.Richard stepped over the threshold, the glowing, red-hot extraction iron held firmly in his right hand. The white-hot silver tip cast long, terrifying shadows across the damp walls, painting the narrow room in the colors of an active furnace. The intense, metallic scent of heated silver combined with his suffocating cinnamon and chocolate aroma, making my throat tighten in a violent spasm of morning sickness."Step back, Richard," I breathed, my back pressing hard against the rough bedrock of the rear wall. My hands, bound tightly in the heavy silver cuffs, instinctively dropped over my lower abdomen, shielding the fragile six-week-old heartbeat with my own flesh.“He is going to do it, Natalie,” Selene whispered, her inner wolf voice cracking with a primitive, absolute despair.“The contract... it’s completely unspooling. It’s turning into ice.”"There is nowhere
Natalie POVThe three hours passed not in minutes, but in the slow, agonizing drip of water against the subterranean stone. Every second felt like a heavy weight pressing down on my chest, compressing the air in my lungs until each breath was a ragged chore.The silver cuffs around my wrists had stopped stinging; my skin had gone completely numb, the cold metal binding my spiritual energy so tightly that I could barely feel Selene’s presence inside my mind. She was huddled deep in the dark, wrapped around the tiny, fragile spark of life in my womb, shivering like a dying flame in a winter gale.“They are coming, Natalie,” she whispered, her voice barely a vibration against my consciousness. “The iron... I can smell the furnace from here.”I didn't answer her. I couldn't. I sat rigidly in the corner of the stone cell, my torn emerald silk gown pooled around me like spilled blood, my eyes fixed entirely on the heavy iron door at the end of the corridor.Suddenly, the massive iron locks
Natalie POV The subterranean isolation cells were stripped of all comfort, carved out of the raw bedrock beneath the mansion where the light of the sun never penetrated. The air was heavy with the choking stench of rust, stale copper, and the damp chill of mountain water seeping through the cracked stone walls.I was violently shoved through the iron-reinforced door, my hands bound before me in heavy silver cuffs that hissed against my skin, sending a constant, dull wave of burning heat through my veins. I collapsed onto the freezing stone floor, the wet velvet of my gown tearing further as I rolled onto my side, gasping for breath.The iron door slammed shut behind me with a deafening, metallic echo that reverberated through the narrow corridor. The heavy deadbolts clicked into place, sealing me into the dark.I lay in the dirt for a long moment, my chest heaving as a violent, hot surge of morning sickness tore through my throat. With my hands bound in silver, I couldn't channel eno
Natalie POV“So you are the woman Richard married “ a powerful voice washed over me,his grip tightened as he reeked of alcohol making my tummy churn.The masculine voice felt strange which made me uneasy.“Natalie hill” he said and my stomach dropped.The sound of my name rolling down his lips caus
Natalie POVSoft chuckles echoed faintly, but I knew there was no escape for me.A heavy lump formed in my throat with all eyes laid on me as the air stiffened around me amidst the dazzling golden light.I glanced around with tears streaming down my face, my hands trembling as the priest stared dir
Natalie POV“Where is that bitch?" Kathleen, my mother-in-law, sneered, her voice sending a huge shrill down my spine.I was in the kitchen preparing dinner when her voice rang out, making me knock over a dish, which accidentally broke with its fragments splattering on the floor, with a sharp piece
Natalie POV"Congratulations, Luna!"The words hit me the moment I stepped into Dr. Martinez's office, followed by his warm, beaming smile. I stood frozen in the doorway, my purse still clutched against my chest."Congratulations for what?" The question tumbled out before I could stop it.His smile







