LOGINMy mate rejected me in front of three hundred wolves. He called me worthless. Omega-blooded. A daughter of no one. Then he sold me to our enemy. Alpha Kael of Bloodmoon paid eighty thousand silver coins for me. Not for love. For revenge. His pack hates me. His hands are cruel. His eyes hold no mercy. But at night, he watches me differently. His fingers linger on my skin. His jaw clenches when other men look at me. And when he thinks I'm sleeping, he whispers my name like a prayer and a threat all at once. I should hate him. I should run. But my body doesn't care about the war between our families. And my wolf? She's already decided he's hers. Then I discover I'm carrying his child. Then my hidden power awakens. And the monster who bought me is about to learn that this sold omega bows to no one. Not even to my enemy Alpha.
View MoreThe archway opened without a sound.That was what frightened Aria most.The chains had screamed when they broke. The barrier had shattered with a thunderous crash. Even the Hollow King had roared when the ancient seal weakened.But the door beyond him moved silently, revealing a darkness so complete that the silver light in the hall seemed to bend away from it.Something waited inside.Aria clutched her son against her chest.His little body had gone rigid. His eyes remained black, and his lips parted as though he were listening to a voice no one else could hear.“Sweetheart?” she whispered. “Look at me.”He didn't respond.The Hollow King slowly lowered its hand.For the first time since Aria had entered the hall, the ancient creature appeared afraid.“Close the door,” it commanded.The voice came from everywhere at once.Aria stared at it. “You said you wanted the prison opened.”“I said nothing of the kind.”“You've been trying to break the seal!”“I have been trying to keep it clo
“Father, why are you afraid of me?”The child's voice echoed through the hall.Aria couldn't move.A small figure stood beside the Hollow King, half-hidden beneath the creature's enormous shadow. The boy wore the same little blue tunic her son had worn that morning before she left the palace. His dark curls fell across his forehead, and his tiny hands were curled into fists.But his eyes were wrong.They glowed with a pale, unnatural silver.“Sweetheart?” Aria whispered.The boy turned toward her.“Mother.”One word was enough to shatter her restraint.She ran toward him.“Aria, stop!” Kael shouted.The chains around his wrists rattled violently as he struggled to free himself. Blood ran down his forearms, but he seemed not to notice.“Don't touch him!” he yelled. “He's not what he appears to be!”Aria stopped several steps from the child.Her son's face crumpled.“Why won't you come to me?”The pain in his voice was unbearable. She wanted to gather him into her arms, cover his face w
“Mother, please come and get me.”Aria stood frozen before the sealed doorway.The voice was small, frightened, and unmistakably her son's. She had heard it when he woke from nightmares, when he stumbled while learning to run, and when he called for her after she left his room for only a few minutes.But this voice carried something else beneath the fear.A second presence.“There's someone inside me,” the child whispered. “He says he's been waiting for you.”Aria rushed toward the door.“I'm coming, sweetheart!”Lysandra caught her around the waist.“No!”“Let me go!”“Aria, think! Your son is at the palace. He cannot be on the other side of this door unless the Hollow King has found a way to pull him across the boundary.”“Then we have to bring him back!”“And if you open that passage, you might bring something else with him.”Aria struggled against her grip, tears burning her eyes.“That is my child!”“And that is exactly why the Hollow King is using his voice.”The words struck ha
The drop of blood struck the stone floor.Aria stared at it, unable to breathe.It was bright red against the ancient grey stone, too vivid to belong in a place where time itself seemed imprisoned. A thin trail followed it through the crack beneath the sealed doorway, as though something on the other side had been wounded and dragged away.“Kael,” she whispered.Lysandra seized her wrist before she could approach the door.“Don't.”Aria's eyes snapped toward her. “You saw the blood.”“I saw it.”“Then let go of me.”“No.” Lysandra's grip tightened. “The Hollow King has spent centuries learning how to make love a weapon. Blood is one of the easiest things for him to imitate.”“Blood is not a voice.”“It doesn't need to be. You saw the drop, and your mind supplied the rest. You imagined Kael bleeding. You imagined him alone. Now every instinct in you is screaming to open that door.”Aria's heart hammered against her ribs.Because Lysandra was right.The thought of Kael trapped beyond th
Kael came back three days later.I felt him before I saw him. The bond — the thing he kept calling a bond — pulsed in my chest like a second heartbeat. Warm. Demanding. Pulling me toward the front door.I was in the kitchen. Eating bread I didn't taste. Drinking tea that had gone cold an hour ago.
The border looked like any other tree line.Snow-covered pines. Frozen ground. Grey sky pressing down like a ceiling. But I could feel the tension in the air — the way the wolves on both sides stood too still, watched too closely, breathed too carefully.Kael stood beside me. His shoulder brushed m
The pack stared at me like I was already dead.I felt their eyes the moment I walked into the dining hall. Dozens of wolves. All of them Bloodmoon. All of them hungry for something I couldn't give them.A blonde woman near the window whispered to her friend. The friend laughed. A man by the fire pl
The kiss followed me to bed.Not Kael. Just the memory. Just the way his mouth felt against mine. Just the sound he made when I didn't push him away.I lay on the left side of his bed. The same spot as last night. The same clothes. The same bite mark throbbing on my neck.Kael wasn't here.He'd dis
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