MasukThe full moon’s silver light poured through the penthouse windows like liquid judgment, pulling at every fiber of my being. My wolf thrashed violently inside me, demanding release, demanding him. Damien stood inches away, my phone still clenched in his massive fist, the damning message glowing on the screen like a death sentence. Elara.The name I had buried with my old life hung between us like a guillotine blade. His golden eyes burned with a terrifying mix of fury, lust, and recognition. “Elara,” he repeated, with a low voice and lethal rumble that vibrated straight to my core. “The pregnant omega my brother slaughtered last year. The one who was supposed to be rotting in an unmarked grave. Yet here you are, wearing a new face, smelling like sin and secrets, making my cock ache like no woman ever has.” I backed away slowly, my spine hitting the floor-to-ceiling glass overlooking Lagos’ glittering night. My blouse hung open from earlier, exposing lace-covered breasts that heaved
The red emergency lights pulsed across the underground archives like fresh blood on snow. My old photograph stared back at me from the glowing screen, Elara Voss, heavy with child, smiling naively beside Kael like a lamb led to slaughter. The file title burned into my retinas: Termination Protocol –,Voss Omega Threat. Damien’s massive frame radiated lethal fury. His golden eyes had shifted to full wolf amber, fangs glinting as he snarled low in his throat. The silver pendant, my old pendant dangled from his fist like a noose. “Explain,” he growled, the single word vibrating with Alpha command. It slammed into my chest, making my knees want to buckle but I wasn’t the weak omega anymore. I was Seraphina. Reborn. Vengeful. Victoria hovered behind him, her sharp eyes gleaming with malicious satisfaction. “This is impossible. That woman died months ago. Kael made sure of it.” The words hit like another dagger. I forced my claws back in, schooling my face into shocked confusion even
My pulse thundered in my ears as Kael’s voice slithered through the speakerphone like poison from my nightmares. “That pathetic pregnant whore I dealt with last year.” The words sliced deeper than the silver dagger ever had. I stood frozen against Damien’s desk, my new, stronger body rigid with the effort not to shift right there and tear his throat out. Damien’s golden eyes never left my face. He was studying me like a predator sizing up unfamiliar prey looking curious, hungry, and dangerously perceptive. His jaw flexed as he cut his brother off mid-sentence. “Enough, Kael. I don’t need your paranoid bullshit today. Handle your own mess and stay out of my office affairs.” He ended the call with a decisive tap, the silence that followed heavier than any growl. The air between us crackled. I could still feel the ghost of his fingers on my thigh, the thick heat of his arousal pressed against me moments before. My core throbbed traitorously, slick and needy despite the ice-cold fea
His words hung in the air like a threat wrapped in silk. “ I don’t give second chances.” If only he knew how ironic that was. I sat across from Damien Blackthorn, my legs crossed tightly to hide the way my body was already betraying me. Heat crawled up my thighs, slowlh and treacherous, as his golden eyes bored into mine. This close, his scent was overwhelming , dark cedarwood, aged whiskey, and something wilder. Pure Alpha. It wrapped around my newly awakened wolf like a chain, pulling her toward him even as my mind screamed enemyyyyyy. Kael’s brother. Same blood. Same arrogant lineage that had destroyed me once before. “Miss Voss,” he said, leaning back in his massive leather chair. The movement made his shirt stretch across his chest, revealing the hard lines of muscle beneath. “You come highly recommended, yet your file is… incomplete. No pack affiliation listed. No mate. Strange for a wolf of your caliber.” I kept my expression neutral, even as memories of my old life fl
The silver dagger buried itself deep between my ribs, twisting with cruel precision. I gasped, my hands flying to my swollen belly as hot blood spilled over my fingers. “No…” The word came out broken, just like everything else in my life. Above me, the man I once called mate, my fated, my everything, stared down with cold, empty eyes. Kael Blackthorn. The Alpha who had promised me the world under the full moon, only to rip it away when a richer, more powerful alliance came knocking. “You’re nothing but a mistake, Elara,” he snarled, wiping the bloody blade on my torn gown. “A weak, pathetic omega who thought she could trap me with a bastard pup.” My vision blurred with tears and pain. Behind him, my own family watched in silence. My father, the once-respected Alpha of the Voss pack, turned his back. My mother simply looked away, clutching her pearls like they were worth more than my life. Betrayal burned hotter than the wound in my chest. “I loved you,” I whispered, my voice







