LOGINSomething wasn't right. I knew it long before I opened my eyes. Something bad, something I didn't want to remember, had happened and it was waiting for me on the other side of wakefulness. And though my subconscious tried to protect me from the pain that waited for me on the other side, my body was already resuming its normal functions without any prompting from me. My eyes sprang open. I immediately squinted at the bright lights overhead.
I sat up quickly, too quickly. The room spun for a moment, then steadied. I groaned as my fingers touched a raised bump at the back of my head. The bump immediately brought everything into clear, sharp focus. I remembered trying to run away from the huge men. I remembered Lora screaming for me to be caught while my father looked on. I remembered being grabbed and knocked out cold. I whimpered in fright. That meant I was in Alpha Ryder's pack now. I took in my surroundings. I was in a small room, sitting on a single sofa. The only window here had bars. Was I some sort of prisoner then? Was Alpha Ryder already angry with me for trying to run away? Lora's words echoed in my head. "Alpha Ryder is a ruthless man... There are rumors, terrible rumors of what he does to people who make him angry." I put my hands in front of my face and saw that they had begun to shake. But there was no one in the room with me. Perhaps I could still escape. My gaze darted to the door and just before I could make a move towards it, it opened. The biggest man I had ever met walked in. Apart from his build, his face was breathtaking. Nearly overlong lashes framed his vivid green eyes, while a tousled thatch of glossy, black hair framed his handsome face. We stared at each other for a long moment. "Finally. You're awake," he said in a deep rumbling voice only a man of that build would have. Seeing him sucked my breath away. I was transported back to the night of the mating ceremony. I felt an inexplicable pull towards him as though my life had been leading to all this moment. My wolf stirred within me, claiming him as her mate. I gasped at the realization that this man, whoever he was, was my second chance mate. "I was beginning to think that my people hit you a little too hard," he continued. "You may have guessed who I am, or maybe not," he amended as he took in my still-wondering expression. "I am Alpha Ryder." I gasped again. I didn't think I was capable of normal speech just yet. Ryder? This was Alpha Ryder? I had heard of him. Everyone in my pack had heard of him. Everyone said he was a savage, cruel man. How could a man everyone thought of as a beast be so devastatingly handsome? And why was he acting as though he couldn't sense our mate bond? I was curling my hands into fists to keep from launching myself into his arms. So far I was succeeding, but my wolf was by far harder to control. "Alpha," I said breathlessly. Then I paused as I tried to marshal my thoughts into words. He merely raised a brow, watching me struggle. Apart from the fact that he was completely disregarding our mate bond, he was also more than a little intimidating. "Alpha, don't you... feel it? The- the bond? The mate bond?" He was quiet for a long moment and I thought he wouldn't answer. "I suppose I need to make some things very clear," he said. "Firstly, you are not here to relax, to be at ease." He looked meaningfully at the sofa I was still sitting on. "Secondly, you will be working in my pack as a slave to pay back the money your father owes me. Yes, a slave," he acted, reacting to my startled look. He kept looking me over, like I was a particularly good specie of cow he wanted to trade. "As for the bond you mentioned, it's quite laughable that you would think for a moment that I would claim you as my mate. Kiara, you aren't even worthy to be a member of my pack in the first place. Did you get that?" I simply stared at him, as my brain desperately tried to play catch-up with my ears. "I said, did you get that?" he repeated a note of menace in his voice. He took half a step towards me. His eyes flashed and burned. It was at that moment I knew why people referred to him as a dangerous man. Fear pooled in my stomach. I nodded twice jerkily. "Yes, Alpha," I squeaked. A muscle in his jaw jumped as he stared down at me. "You will find that I expect prompt answers whenever I ask you a question. And like I said, completely erase the notion of a union between us because that will never happen." He was almost at the door before he turned once more. "I hope for your sake that you're physically strong enough to work. I have no patience for weaklings." The door clicked shut behind him and the tears I had been desperately holding back spilled over. I buried my face in my hands as I wept uncontrollably. What was wrong with me? I had been rejected by my first mate and turned into a slave by the other. What had I done in my past life for the moon goddess to punish me so cruelly? I nearly fell off the bed when I heard the door open again, thinking Alpha Ryder had returned. I quickly wiped my teary eyes and looked up. Another devastatingly handsome man had walked in. He was staring right at me. For the third time, I felt that this stranger was a missing part of me, the part that kept me whole. 'Mate,' my wolf screamed.Present dayKiara’s POVSometimes I wake before dawn, before the lake stirs, before the first bird calls, and for a moment, I forget where I am. Like Ryder would always say, “Old habits.”The silence feels like the kind that comes before a battle, and my heart races as if I were expecting another war cry. But then I hear the soft rhythm of Ryder’s breathing beside me, steady and safe, and the quiet creak of the house as it settles into morning.And I remember. The war is over.I slip out of bed and wrap a shawl around my shoulders, walking barefoot across the wooden floor. The boards buzz faintly beneath my steps as the energy here is alive, peaceful, and kind. Outside, the world glows in that gentle silver-blue that only exists between night and sunrise. The lake, Brandon's favorite place mirrors the sky, and the wind carries the scent of pine, soil, and dew.I breathe it all in. I take in the peace I once thought I would never find.There was a time when every breath felt
FlashbackThe news reached Sandra at dusk.She had been sitting by the training field, the one that stood by the border. She was watching the sky bleed orange over the horizon when one of Jason’s scouts arrived, his armor scorched, his face filled with sorrow. The moment she saw his expression, she knew something was wrong.“Lady Erina’s husband,” he rasped, bowing his head. “Jason… is gone.”The words hit her like a blow. For a moment, she didn’t breathe. She couldn’t “Gone?” she repeated, her voice small, thin, and shaky. “What do you mean gone?”“Dead.” The scout swallowed hard, glancing nervously around the courtyard. “The mission failed. Kiara escaped. Jason was burned alive.”Sandra’s cup slipped from her fingers, shattering against the ground. The sound was distant, muffled by the roaring in her ears.Kiara.The name struck like lightning through her chest. For months, she had convinced herself the betrayal had been necessary that handing Kiara’s location to Er
FlashbackDays had passed since Erina burned the Woods to ashes. The flames had long died, but their memory, the memories of her husband still clung to the air like smoke. It was bitter, heavy, and breathing. It was alive. Even the moon refused to shine above that scarred land. What was once green and full of song had become a graveyard of shadows? Shadows forgotten. And in the center of it all, Erina stood cloaked in black, her silver hair streaked with soot, her eyes reflecting the dim glow of the ashes that refused to die.She had sent her scouts away. None dared question her anymore. The moment one of them tried, she had turned his own shadow into ash before his words could finish forming. After that, silence was their only answer.She wanted it that way.Tonight, there was only her. Her, and Jason’s ring which was now mounted at the center of a ritual circle carved into the ground. Flood of blood and ash glowed faintly, pulsing like a heartbeat.She had drawn them herself
FlashbackThe smoke had thinned, but the scent of death still wafted in the thick air.For three days, the Woods had burned low, there was a scar upon the land. The gray branches clawing at a blood-colored sky, and beneath them, the soil blackened by magic that refused to die. The air itself felt wrong here, warped by the clash of power that had ended Jason’s life.Erina walked through the collapses without flinching.Her black veil dragged through the soot, leaving trails like wounds across the ground. Behind her, two warriors followed, hesitant, trembling, and scared. They had begged her to wait for the Council’s permission before investigating, but she had silenced them with a glance. She didn’t need permission. She needed answers. And she wanted them fast. Jason’s ring hung from her neck, a splinter of crimson crystal glinting faintly against her throat. It pulsed sometimes, like a heartbeat that was not hers.They reached the woods and at the center of the havoc was a hole
FlashbackThe rain had not stopped for three days. It clawed at the windows of the high tower like a restless spirit, tracing shady water down the glass. The sky was a flat in merciless gray and the world below seemed to hold its breath. Somewhere in the distance, thunder rolled, it was a slow, rumbling echo that sounded almost like laughter.Erina had not slept.She stood before the wide window, her silhouette outlined by the dim glow of stormlight. Her reflection stared back at her. Pale, hollow-eyed as her lips pressed into a bloodless line. She looked nothing like the woman who had watched Jason ride out a week ago with that same storm behind him. He had promised he would return.“He said he would bring her back,” Erina murmured with her voice low, almost childlike. “He said he would be… Alive. He said it would be simple.”Her fingers twitched against the glass. The ring on her right hand, Jason’s token, was forged from the last steel of Jason’s armor. Decorated with his
FlashbackThe house was silent. Too silent.The chandelier above the grand hall still swayed faintly from the commotion. A faint copper zest hung in the air. The marble floor was smeared with something dark, something Jason could not stop staring at. His hands shook, his breath was shallow as he backed away from the crushed form at the base of the staircase.Lord Marcus, Erina’s stepfather. Kiara’s father. The man who had once laughed by the fire with them, who had built this house as a commemoration to peace after the wars. Now lifeless. His breath paused. His eyes open but are empty.Jason’s throat closed. “Erina… what did you do?”Erina stood a few feet away, her chest rising and falling like she had run miles. Her fingers twitched, faint stripes of red light still pulsing through her veins from the wave of power that had just erupted from her. Her face was pale, but eerily composed; her eyes were hollow, and her lips were pressed tight, as if holding back something. Fear,







