FAZER LOGINROLAN'S POV I had always known betrayal would come from inside. It was never the outsiders I worried about. Enemies who screamed my name and threatened my borders were easy to crush. Predictable. Loud. Stupid. But the quiet ones? The ones who bowed with perfect posture and spoke with honey in their mouths? Those were the ones who made my fingers itch for blood. So when Curtis came into my office that morning, face stiff and jaw locked, I knew something was wrong. My beta rarely looked shaken. He was the calmest wolf in my entire pack… almost too calm sometimes. “Alpha,” he said quietly, closing the door behind him. I raised my head. “What is it? You look like you swallowed a blade.” He stepped forward, placed a folded parchment on my desk, and didn’t speak for several seconds. That was my first warning sign. He always spoke quickly when it concerned security. “Speak,” I said. He exhaled slowly. “We found something disturbing. You need to see it yourself.” I opened
ANYA’S POV He wants me to…For a moment, Curtis didn’t answer my question. He simply stared at me like he was trying to decide the best way to break something delicate. Then he clicked his tongue softly and leaned forward again.“What do I want?” he repeated with a smirk. “I want you, Anya. As my mate.”My heart stopped.“What?”He nodded slowly, as if he had just told me something normal and not something insane. “I want you as mine.”A harsh breath escaped me. “You… you can’t be serious.”“I’ve never been more serious,” he said. “You think I’m here because I enjoy feeding sick girls and taking temperatures? No. I’m here because I see something Rolan doesn’t.”“And what is that?” I whispered.Curtis lifted one finger and pointed it at me.“You.”I shook my head vigorously. “You’re Rolan’s beta. His second-in-command. How can you talk like this? Aren’t you supposed to be loyal to him?”Curtis laughed. Not loudly. Not cheerfully. It was a sharp, humorless sound that scraped against t
ANYA’S POV He brought me food, medicine… and fearI woke up to the sound of something metal scraping against stone.For a moment, I honestly thought I was dreaming… or that I was still lying half-frozen in the Silverfang woods with thunder roaring over my head. But when my eyes finally focused, I remembered exactly where I was… the cold dim room Rolan had locked me in after dragging me to Bloodfrost like some… cursed relic.My entire body ached. My throat burned. My skin felt hot and cold at the same time. I pushed myself into a sitting position, slowly, carefully, like a very old woman.Then the door creaked open.I stiffened immediately.Footsteps entered my room… calm, slow, almost casual… and a man set a silver tray on the small wooden table beside my bed. The scent of warm broth drifted toward me, mixing with the cold air of the room. There was also a small wooden box and a cup filled with something that steamed faintly.He didn’t look at me at first. He simply adjusted the tr
ROLAN'S POV Her hips swayed to an invisible melody and the wind ruffled her hair making her look like the most ethereal being in the world. Everything about her was heavenly. From her pale skin. To her luscious raven colored hair. To her violet eyes. Everything about her is unreal. And I will own every last piece of her. “Rolan!” Curtis yelled into my ear and I jerked in my seat, causing me to tip over the glass of water on my desk. The glass shattered against the floor and Curtis’ heated glare was still trained on me. “What the fuck do you want, Curtis?” I threw him a glare of my own, no way I’m I going to get disrespected in my own damn off even if it was by my Beta who I sometimes saw as a friend. “Oh I’m sorry. I only want to know why the Alpha was lost in a daze while his Beta was discussing a very important topic. What the hell is going on, Rolan?” “There’s nothing going on.” “Don’t give me that crap, Rolan. You were distracted during a meeting. You’re
ANYA'S POV It’s been three days since I was bought by Alpha Rolan and I’ve soon come to realize that he said I was his prisoner, and meant every word of it. I wasn’t allowed to leave the four walls of the spacious room. The security on me was so tight that there were guards standing at my door 24/7. The room that I had once loved the first night I came here was now my beautiful prison. A prison I would give anything now to step out of. But on the bright side, I was well fed and had so many new clothes that I don’t think I would ever have to repeat a dress for a month. Every luxury possible I couldn’t have at Silverfang pack were now mine for the taking, but I still wanted more. And right now, more was getting to leave this damned room! The sound of boots hard on the solid floor escaped the wooden barrier called door. And the knob twisted before it gently pushed open but I didn’t turn my gaze from the window. I already knew who it was even before the key was put into
ANYA’S POV The celebration was over. And it was time to go home. To Alpha Rolan’s home. It wouldn’t be a home for me, I thought. Just a place where I would now be forced to be made his. The car ride back to Frost-ridge, the famous capital of his vast kingdom was silent other than our combined breaths and the sound of my thoughts rampaging in my head. What would my life be like in a Bloodfrost pack? Would I finally get to have peace? Is this just the calm before the storm? Would Alpha Rolan want to put his mark on me? If he tried to mark me then he would die for it. Even if I don’t believe a single word that Elda said about me. I couldn’t help but have doubts about me actually being cursed. I can’t put his life at risk, I thought. Besides, I’m not sure I’m even ready to be someone’s mate yet. But I can’t risk getting killed the second I mention it. So I’ll keep quiet and wait to see how this plays out. The car soon came to a halt and it was only then that I reali







