MasukIt wasn't the end of the world when I caught my husband cheating on me. That's when I found out who he really was. It wasn't just that his lover was blooming with his child. He had made her glow with love. His long-lost love. The woman's fate picked over me. I was told to run by everyone. Leave him alone. Start over. But I don’t run anymore. And I don’t break softly. Because my husband, the Alpha who swore he loved me, forgot who he married. He forgot about the family tree I never told him about. The one strong enough to destroy an entire pack. While he hides behind his fated mate, someone else steps into my life. A man with eyes like frozen smoke. A billionaire Alpha with darker feelings than my husband ever dared hold. A man who touches me like I’m a secret he’s been hungry for. I know he wants payback. I know he’s using me. Maybe I’m using him too. But then the woman leaves. My husband begins to lose everything his company, his pack, his mind and a furious truth about my own ancestry detonates beneath my feet. Worse? The woman carrying his child might not be the only one pregnant. Because fate has its own strange sense of humor… and my body has its own secret growing inside it. Now one man wants to claim me. One wants to ruin me. And one of them is hiding the most terrible truth of all. Tell me Should I stay the victim? Or become the storm none of them will survive? Because tonight, someone loses everything. And it sure as hell won’t be me.
Lihat lebih banyak“No one touches him tonight. No one.”The words leave my mouth before I can soften them, before I can measure how much fear is buried inside them, and even though my voice sounds steady and unyielding, I feel the panic clawing through my chest because the child’s warning has already rooted itself deep inside me, whispering that this night will take something from me if I let it.Damon exhales slowly beside me, as if he is weighing my words instead of feeling their urgency.“You don’t get to decide that,” he says, his tone quiet but edged with resistance.I turn to him immediately, my heart already racing.“I do if it keeps you alive,” I fire back, refusing to let him dismiss this like everything else.His gaze locks onto mine, dark and intense, the kind of look that usually makes me falter, but not tonight.“You think I need hiding?” he asks, his voice low and dangerous.“I think you need to stop pretending you can’t fall,” I reply sharply, stepping closer to him as my voice lowers, g
The child has just declared that Aria will destroy Damon, shaking both of them to their core, while Damon’s supposed dead father stands watching, and the truth about bloodlines continues to unravel.“Say that again… and I will walk away.”My voice came out low, rough, and barely controlled, but every word carried weight, because I meant it in a way that scared even me, in a way that made Aria’s eyes widen as if she could feel the edge I was standing on.“Damon…” she whispered.But I didn’t look at her.I couldn’t.Because if I did, I might break.And I wasn’t allowed to break.Not now.Not when everything was falling apart.“Tell me you don’t believe that,” I said, my jaw tight, my hands clenched at my sides as I forced myself to stand still, even though the pain in my body was spreading, even though the weakness in my blood was getting worse. “Tell me you don’t believe what he just said.”Silence.That was her answer.And it hit harder than any blade.“I didn’t say I believe it,” she
“I don’t kneel to anyone.”My voice came out low, steady, but something inside me shook the moment those words left my mouth, because the man standing in front of me did not even flinch, did not even blink, as if he had expected that answer long before I was born.A slow chuckle echoed.“You always say that,” he said calmly, his tone almost bored, like he had heard me speak those exact words in another life, another time, another version of me that I could not remember.My jaw tightened.“Show your face,” I demanded, stepping forward again, ignoring the sharp pain spreading through my chest, ignoring the weakness creeping into my bones as my Alpha power continued to drain like something unseen was feeding on it. “You hide behind shadows and speak like you know me. That ends now.”Before he could respond, Aria’s voice broke through, sharp and strained.“Damon… stop.”I turned to her instantly.She was holding the baby close, her arms tight, her breathing uneven, and I could see it—the
“Show yourself.”My voice came out low, steady, but there was a storm beneath it, a dangerous edge that even I could not fully control as I took a step forward, my eyes fixed on the unseen presence that had already made itself known through the fear in the air and the way my son’s body tensed in Aria’s arms.“Show yourself,” I repeated, slower this time, letting the command settle like a challenge, like a promise of violence if it was ignored.Aria’s fingers tightened around the child as she moved closer to me, her breath uneven, her voice trembling despite the strength she tried to hold onto. “Damon… he feels it. The baby feels him. Something is here.”“I know,” I answered, not taking my eyes off the empty space ahead, even though it no longer felt empty, even though every instinct in my body screamed that we were no longer alone.The child stirred, then suddenly went rigid, his small body arching slightly as a sharp sound escaped him—not a cry, not quite a scream, but something deep
“Everything is breaking.”The words left my mouth before I could stop them.My chest burned. My breath came out slow and heavy.The ritual circle around me pulsed like a living thing, pulling power from my body again and again.Cassian stood across from me, calm as if nothing was wrong.But everyth
“You used me.”The words came out before I could stop them.My voice shook, but I did not look away from Cassian.His smile did not fade.It only grew calmer.“Used you?” he repeated softly.“Yes.”My chest burned.“You brought me here because of my blood.”Cassian studied me like a teacher watchin
“This is not your place,” he says quietly.“It became my place when you started lying,” she replies.My chest tightens.“What is she talking about?” I ask.Lucian looks at her sharply.“Sera.”“No,” she says. “He deserves truth.”My mother watches silently.“Sera,” I say gently. “What truth?”She l
I felt her before I saw her.That was the problem.I had been trained to hunt. To track breath. To read silence. To follow fear. The council made sure of that. They shaped my instincts until they became law inside my bones. When they told me to find Sera, I didn’t hesitate. I told myself it was my






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