تسجيل الدخولChapter 6Stefan Gren’s POV I never thought the night would end like this. One moment I was confidently escorting my true mate through one of the most exclusive restaurants in the territory, and the next I was being asked to leave like some rogue. “Apologies, Mr. Gren,” the manager said with smooth, rehearsed courtesy. “Your membership has been revoked at the owner’s discretion. I’m afraid we must ask you to leave.” Revoked? The word slammed into me like a physical blow. This wasn’t just a place to eat—it was a symbol. A hub of elite power among the werewolf community. Being a member meant something. Being expelled… meant even more. “May I ask what prompted this decision?” I managed to ask, keeping my voice level despite the rage building inside me. The manager merely extended his hand toward the exit, his expression revealing nothing. And then I saw her. Jennifer. She was seated, relaxed, with that infuriating little smirk curling her lips. The expression of a woman who had
Chapter 5Jennifer Louise’s POV I kept my composure as I faced my mother’s penetrating stare. The tension in the room was thick, but I refused to show weakness. “You needn’t worry,” I said coolly. “Stefan and I are finished. But since I’ll be taking over the Nightshade Pack eventually, I’d prefer a stable marriage with someone I don’t actively despise.” My mother had never approved of my connection with Alpha Stefan. Partly because she saw my feelings for him as a weakness clouding my judgment, but primarily because the Ashwood Pack and Nightshade Pack were business rivals. Though Ashwood wasn’t quite at our level, they were still enemies in her eyes. Truth be told, my mother’s controlling nature rarely extended to my marriage prospects. Her attention had always been more focused on Elara than on me anyway. My mother’s sharp eyes assessed me for a long moment, searching for any hint of deception. “Very well,” she finally conceded. “Choose your own mate, but remember you ag
Chapter 4 Jennifer Louise’s POV The next morning, I woke to a deep, exquisite ache radiating through my entire body. Every muscle felt deliciously sore—a physical reminder of the night’s intensity. Memories rushed back the moment I opened my eyes, making me stiffen beneath the sheets. Had I really slept with Gregory Donovan—the Supreme Alpha of all American wolf packs? The thought sent a flutter of conflicting emotions through my chest. Even wolves knew better than to hunt too close to their own dens. As my thoughts raced, the sound of running water in the bathroom stopped. Moments later, Gregory emerged, a hotel towel wrapped low around his hips. Water droplets traced tempting paths down his muscled chest and taut abdomen. The sight of him—tall, lean, powerful—sent an involuntary heat rushing to my face. “You’re awake,” he observed, his voice as rich and dark as I remembered from the night before. “I’m sorry about last night,” I blurted out. “I had too much to drink.”
Chapter 3Jennifer's POV The air inside the luxury Maybach felt heavy with tension as we drove through the moonlit streets of Shadowcrest. Lyra, usually talkative and bold, sat stiffly in her seat, not daring to speak a word in the presence of her Alpha. Even though she belonged to his pack structure, the gulf in power between them was unmistakable—she clearly held deep respect for the Alpha king. My gaze drifted to Gregory’s wrist, where an old, worn wolf-fang bracelet hung against his otherwise flawless appearance. Something about it felt strangely familiar, tugging at the edges of my memory, but the pleasant haze from the whiskey made it hard to place. My thoughts drifted back to the first time I had seen Gregory Donovan years ago. The memory remained sharp despite the alcohol—his commanding presence, the way other Alphas deferred to him, how my teenage heart had hammered embarrassingly in my chest. That flutter had never truly faded; it had only grown stronger under the shar
Chapter 2 JenniferPOV I didn’t stay in Rivermist Territory any longer than necessary. There was no reason left. I had only attended college there to stay close to Stefan, and now that I’d graduated and he’d found his supposed True Mate, the city meant nothing to me. I booked the earliest flight back to Shadowcrest, the ancestral lands of the Nightshade Pack. My home. My birthright. When I stepped off the plane, Lyra Hale was waiting. My closest friend since childhood, though we had barely spoken these past three years because of my… obsession. “So, you’re back for good this time?” she asked, searching my face for any trace of the broken-hearted omega I had pretended to be. I met her eyes steadily, chin lifted in a way I hadn’t allowed myself in years. “For good,” I confirmed. In the past, I had only returned to Shadowcrest for short visits between semesters, always rushing back to circle Stefan like a pathetic satellite. Time with Lyra had been limited, our conversations
Chapter 1 Jennifer POV “Move aside! Do not disrupt our Alpha’s ceremony!” A snarling she-wolf shoved me hard, her eyes shining with borrowed arrogance. The scent reached me first—a heavy floral perfume twisted with Stefan Gren’s dominant Alpha musk. When I watched him lead her into the Great Hall for his birth-moon celebration, the wolf inside me released a broken, defeated whimper. I knew then. With the full force of a rejected bond crushing my chest, I had lost. I slipped into the shadows. The loud howls and coarse laughter of the Pack scraped against my raw nerves. My phone screen glared in the dark. Mother’s messages were blunt and final: “Daughter. He presents his mate to the entire Pack. The wager is lost.” “Three years. Stefan Gren’s wolf rejected yours. Come home at once. Your duty as heir of the Nightshade Pack cannot be delayed any longer.” Duty. Heir. The words closed around me like iron. My eyes found Stefan through the crowd, his arm locked tightly around a s







