LOGINAlpha Magnus sat on the bed, his eyes blazing with anger, his wolf spirit rising. Its roar sent a sharp wave across the pack.
The neighboring pack felt it…the wave washed over them like wild fire, causing them to stumble. "How could she be this dumb?" he said as he rose to his feet, twisted his fist and hit the wall hard enough till his knuckles turned red and bruised. "After that jerk conspired with her stepsister and killed her, she still didn't learn any sense? Has love blinded her this much? She just doesn't understand? Fuck that love, Ophelia! After the Moon Goddess gave us a second chance, you still want to get us killed? This time around, I won't let it happen." After Ophelia tamed Asher's curse, she was bound to Alpha Magnus forever. Through that curse, she absorbed too much, it affected his powers, and a part of him lived in her. If she dies, he dies. In his past life, he didn't understand it. That curse was a bond he shared with Asher, but since Ophelia absorbed it, she calmed his cruelty down with her pure blood, and he became calm and stopped using it to harm people. "She's mine, her body, spirit, and soul are mine," he groaned. "Go and get me Kendrick," he ordered. "Y...yy..yes, my Lord," the guard panicked. "In my past life, I was scared to get close to her, fearing she'd reject me because of how blind she was to Asher, but this time around, I'll make her mine," he said, his voice hoarse and dangerous. ***************** "What could have triggered the king's anger?" Silvia's father asked. "Did you offend him?" "No, I didn't. Whatever it may be, I know it's definitely not me. I've been nothing but a good girl." "I hope so." Silvia nodded. "Come on, sweetheart, you know how our alpha can be sometimes. He throws tantrums over very little things, and perhaps if Silvia had offended him, she wouldn't be here with us," her mother added. "Look, Silvia, my dearest daughter, you're the prettiest in this pack. Every wolf would die to have you as a mate. Try your best to secure that Luna position… our bloodline must be royalty." "Don't worry, Father, I know, and I'll do my best” Ophelia is getting married to the alpha prince of the Moonclips pack, and once she does, he'll have no other choice but to look only at me. No girl in this pack matches my beauty anyway. Ophelia, though... "I heard His Highness is looking for me," Kendrick said, his palms open and hands parted as he walked into Alpha Magnus's chambers. "Yes, Kendrick, prepare. We'll be going for Asher's marriage in three days' time." "Your Highness, I do not mean to question your orders, but are you sure you want this? Because the last time I checked, you're your brother's worst enemy. I mean, they might kill you the moment they set their eyes on you." "Dickson." "Yes, Your Highness?" "No one can kill me. I need my mate right here by my side. I mean, they'll be too terrified when they see me to even think of doing anything stupid." "Are you saying we're going to war? Attacking them right in their pack?" "No, listen. I already know what will happen there. We are going to save her, she'll need us." "Hmm, I'm curious." "My brother is a coward and an opportunist who uses people he can manipulate to get what he wants before eliminating them, and Ophelia is no exception." "I see." "Yes, we're going to save her. Prepare the finest gifts and outfits for me, a few men—no more than three…I don't want a crowd." "Noted, Your Highness. Everything will be done according to plan," Kendrick said, nodding and swaying the glass he was holding in the wind. "Brother, it has been a long ten years since I last saw you. Well, we will finally meet again," he said, as a smile spread across his face but did not reach his eyes.My mind screamed the moment I realized what had just come out of my mouth.I'd just thrown myself into a pot of trouble I couldn't see the bottom of.What if he's not the man from my dream?What if he really is as dangerous as everyone says?But that dangerous man just saved you. I thoughtHis voice ... it's exactly like the man in your dreams. The smell. The body. The height.I'm sure.No. I can't be that sure."Is she out of her damn mind?" someone muttered from the hall."Does she even know who she just invited into her life?""Ophelia, you're fine, my child," my mother said, pulling me into a tight hug. "I'm glad you finally freed yourself from him.""Please, Ophelia, don't mind my foolish son. Remember ... the Moon Goddess chose the two of you," the king cried out.I recognized those tears. He wasn't crying for me. He was crying for the throne he was about to lose to his own brother."What game are you playing, Magnus?" he turned, snapping at the man sitting quietly nearby,
"Let me…." I heard Asher struggling to move, frozen in place by Dickson's hold.The whole pack stood still. Calm. No one dared utter a word.He sat down on a chair and laid me carefully across his lap, feeding me the herb with steady hands. The moment it dropped into my stomach, my chest jolted upward.My eyes sparked ... shining gold-brown ... and I stretched, and kept stretching, as the herb moved through my body like fire finding its way through my veins. My mouth parted, gasping for air I hadn't known I needed.Then a wave of wind swept through the room, powerful enough to force every knee to bend. It moved like a tornado, golden light flashing across the hall as my body lifted away from him, floating upward, suspended in the air as though I controlled the wind and gravity itself.The entire pack gasped in shock. Jaws dropped. My hair flew loose around me, wild, exactly like the stories I used to hear as a child ... the ones about goddesses and magic and things too powerful
The hall fell still the moment they heard heels clicking down the stairs. My steps moved slow, deliberate. When I reached the last stair, dizziness hit me out of nowhere ... my vision spun, and my mom caught my arm, steadying me. I looked down at my palms, my wrists. Purple lines had bloomed beneath the skin. My heart pounded. "Poison," I whispered under my breath. I didn't have time to look into their faces to see their reaction over my dress. what is this? How? I hadn't taken anything since morning. Could it be the bath? No ... no way. Eva, my most trusted maid, would never betray me. Sweat beaded on my forehead. "Are you okay?" my mom asked. "I'll be fine, Mom. Don't worry," I answered. My whole body was weakening, and my wolf wasn't responding at all. Whatever this was, they'd doubled the dose. Pure dark magic ... forbidden in the Moonclips pack. Anyone caught using it faced the death penalty. My pulse ached. I managed to sit, tense, watching
I woke up to Lilian standing over my head. I flinched at the sight of her staring down at me. I won't pretend I didn't see that creepy look on her face. "What are you doing in my room?" I asked. "Have you forgotten? I'm here to serve you. Don't tell me you don't know today is your wedding to Asher." "You could've at least waited for me to wake up first." "Sorry, sis. It's 7 a.m. already, and your wedding starts at 9. No time. I've prepared a warm bath for you." "Okay. You may leave. I'll send for you later." "What?" "You heard me." "Look, I know you're mad about…." I rolled my eyes. Was she seriously going to bring that up again, even knowing it would only piss me off? Her tactic to get under my skin. Not happening. "No need, Lilian. Just go." "Okay. This is the dress mother prepared for you. Hope you like it." I didn't answer, just stared at it. I already knew what it was …. the same dress they'd given me in my past life. The moment she closed the door behind her
I Can't resist him. I turned slowly, unsure of what awaited me. My heart pounded, my chest rising and falling, and I didn't dare lift my head at first. My eyes landed on his legs … boots, laced tight, his trousers tucked neatly into them. He's not a beast. Just a man, I thought. We'd met in the past in a dark room, somewhere I couldn't make out a single detail about him. So why choose somewhere this bright now? Not just bright… but making it romantic. My eyes moved slowly, deliberately upward. His chest was wide. His belt sat low on his waist, and he wore no shirt at all. Damn. I thought. Just a cloak slung over broad shoulders, his abs cut clean beneath it. That alone was enough to make me want to lay my head against them, to kiss along the line of them. I swallowed hard at the thought of myself curled into his arms. “He's so hot”. I've never felt this insanely attracted to any man before. "My God. Succulent," I whispered, the moment my eyes rea
I opened my eyes on a bed I didn't recognize. I remembered coming back from the pre-wedding banquet, furious, falling asleep almost the moment my head hit the pillow. Where was I?I jolted upright. The bed was dressed in white sheets, red roses scattered across it like something out of a dream I hadn't asked for. My hands trembled faintly. The room smelled incredible ... rich, warm, intoxicating ... enough that I found myself tempted to lift one of the roses and breathe it in.I lowered my feet to the floor, sitting up slowly. The room was enormous. Marble floors. Beautiful in a way that felt deliberate. And immediately, I noticed ... this wasn't Asher's room,nor mine."Hello? Is anyone here?" I called out, my voice trembling. Maybe this was just another trap the curse was setting for me.Where's the man, I thought.I wandered the room, drawn in despite myself by the paintings lining the walls. This time, I wasn't fighting it. I'd seen enough, taken enough from Asher ... I







