Epilogue Colette Three months later "You sure you're ready for this?" Zane asked me as I adjusted my helmet for the third time. I curled my fingers around the handlebars of his motorcycle. The thought of being out there, speeding down the open road, made my heart race and my blood fill with adrenaline. "I'm ready," I said, flicking down my visor. Zane's eyes racked over my body as he drank me in. I was dressed in a leather jacket, a black Cami, and leather pants. I even surprised him with a shorter haircut, needing a change, a way to move past my past. That change came in the form of a bob haircut, new clothes, and a better, fearless attitude. I could tell the anticipation of getting to the mountain to show me how much he appreciated this new look was killing him. Which only made the thrill of this ride all the more exhilarating. I turned the key, and Zane sat behind me. His body pressed against mine as he pressed a couple of buttons. "This is the brake, and when taking off, go
PrologueScreams. Screams of fear and rage echo through the ringing of my ears as I watch my whole clan be slaughtered in front of me. The smell of death, mixed with the smell of smoke from the burning buildings, lodged itself down my throat and nose.My eyes burned from the smoke. My fingers trembled as I gripped the frozen tree branch for dear life. The pine needles were thick enough to conceal me, a hand covering my mouth to stop me from crying out.My was body too full of adrenaline and fear to feel the nip of the winter air against my rosy cheeks and exposed skin.The night sky slowly started to fade, and with it, so did the screams of the dying. I didn't move from that tree until the sun reached the centre of the sky until the fire died out and left only the ashes of my village in its wake. I was numb to the feeling of the snow as it cut into my bare feet. Numb to the pain of my frostbitten fingertips and bloodied palms as I walked through the carnage of the place I once cal
Chapter 1 - TroubleColette"Wake up," A quiet voice whispered in my ear, jolting me awake. I shot up from my cot, the springs poking my legs through the worn-out mattress. My hair was sticking to my sweat-covered face. My heart pounded against my chest.It always felt so real, as if I was back in my village with my family. I was forced to relive that nightmare again and again. For the last fifteen years, I had been sucked into that world. My subconscious making me watch my pack be ripped to ribbons over and over, forced to watch my mother die again and again.I stood from my cot, fighting the wave of nausea that rippled through me as I made my way to the toilet and sink that sat in the corner of my room. I turned the tap, letting the rusted water run until it became clear enough to wash my face. I was never one to complain about any situation. Especially not to anyone here. I knew my place; to speak out meant I would get punished. To have a voice meant I went without food or recei
Chapter 2 - Arrangements ColetteI snuck into the kitchen, grabbing myself an apple and some bread before heading back to my room to eat in secret. Too afraid of getting caught by Amelia to believe that Jacob ordering me there would protect me. With my stomach full and forever grateful for Jacobs's kindness. I snuck back upstairs to finish my duties, not trusting Gerald to task others with my chores. To my surprise, Gerald had kept to his word. A few girls were finishing up my rooms on the second level of the packhouse. They insisted that I do as Gerald had ordered, but I wouldn't say I liked the feeling of owing them for their help, so I pressed on staying and helping them clean up the kast floor of the day. Despite eating at lunch, when dinner time came around, I felt as though I hadn't eaten anything. It was odd to be finished working when everyone else was finished just as I arrived at the kitchen with Laura, a younger server who came two years ago from a neighbouring pack to
Chapter 3 - PaymentZaneI didn't want to be here. I didn't want to follow throught with a contract my parents had made years before they died before I killed them. or at least everyone though I did., I never told them any different. I had spent months trying to find a way out of this contract but Hayden, my Beta, my father's Beta. He insisted that there was no other way. To marry into the Silvermoon pack still gave me the territory to use. It also gave me the allegiances I needed if a war between neighbouring packs broke out. So I reluctantly agreed to come out tonight. Accept the invitation Carter Silver extended to me so I could get this over with. Sophia, the woman who should be a Luna of the Redmoon pack, attended with me. If I could have claimed her as my own, I would have. But the contract forbade it and thought I was one to throw caution to the wind. My beta begged me to consider otherwise.My wolf, Clay and I agreed that just because we had to marry some she-wolf and make
Chapter 4 - ShallowColetteNumb.All I felt was numb. I went from my family being ripped away from me. To being forced into a life of service. To now being sold with a lie attached to my name. I was blindsided, unsure what I did so wrong to be cursed with such a heartbreaking life. I hadn't had any time to grab my things, not that I had anything to bring before being forced to leave the Silvermoon pack. Forced to marry a man who had a reputation for brutality, and death followed him.The words from the she-wolf, Sophia, sank in as I sat in the car in silence.I wasn't wanted there, and I had a feeling Alpha Zane felt the same way. He didn't want me to be his wife, the Luna of his pack, any more than he wanted to even have to acknowledge me. And for some reason, it twisted my stomach a little, almost like the thought of him not wanting me hurt. I pushed the thought away, keeping my focus on hiding my scent and suppressing my wolf the way I was taught. But it felt harder to do so no
Chapter 5 - Short FuseZane I stormed out of Colette's room. My mind racing with so many things. Not only was I pissed at Sophia for what she did, but I was pissed at myself for caring about it. I made a pact with myself to not care about the bride I was forced to marry. But when I walked in and saw Sophia spit in her face, I lost it. I could chalk it up to her disrespecting something I now owned, but I knew that wasn't it. Something about her was strange, and it put Clay on edge, which, in turn, put me on edge.I had to get out of here and get away from all the noise in my head. Feel the air whipping against my skin as I claimed the roads as my own. I switched out my dress shoes and Armani suit for my jeans, black V-neck, and my leather jacket. Slipping on my boots, I securely tied up the laces before heading toward my garage. To my surprise, I didn't run into Sophia on my trek to the four-car garage. It was as if Selene had gifted me a moment of peace herself. My fingers twitc
Chapter 6 - DemandsColetteAfter Zane left my room, an older woman with short brown hair entered. She didn't speak to me as she quickly entered the bathroom and started a bath. She ushered me into the room and began stripping me of my clothes. I fought her, insisting I could do it myself, but she ignored me. Everything about being served was foreign to me. I wanted to shrink in on myself when a small gasp escaped her lips as she took in my ribs as they poked through the skin because of lack of food. The scars of my punishments were visible, permanently marking my skin because I was too malnourished to heal them properly.I didn't fight her as she helped me into the bath. Nor did I hold in the groan I let out as the warmth of the water caressed my sore, frail body. The smell of black cherries filled my nose from whatever oils she used. By the end of the bath, the water was filthy, and for the first time in a long time, my cheeks held a bit of colour. My hair wasn't plastered with d