LOGINFive hundred thousand dollars. That was the price tag on my mother’s life. Driven out of our home by my heartless father and left with nothing, I had no choice. When the ruthless delegates of the Thornwood Pack announced they were buying a fertile surrogate for their cold, terrifying ruler, I did the unthinkable. I volunteered. Born a weak, dormant wolf who couldn't even shift, I was the bottom tier of my pack. To everyone else, I was nothing. But to Alpha Cassius Thornwood, I was just a business transaction—a cold, reproductive tool meant to secure his throne against a ruthless political crisis and fulfill the wishes of his dying Luna. Cassius vowed never to look at me, never to care for me, and to treat me strictly as a stranger carrying his heir. He expected a submissive, broken girl he could discard the moment the baby was born. He didn't expect a fighter with nothing left to lose. I promised myself I would survive his cold fortress, hand over the child, and take my money to buy my family’s freedom. But as ancient secrets unravel and the beast inside Cassius begins to thaw, the line between duty and dangerous desire blurs. She carries his child. But can she tame his beastly heart?
View More“Watch your step, Mum,” I said softly. Her once-strong, now frail hand trembled nonstop on my shoulder as I helped her out of the wheelchair and into our home. It was a pity how my mother, once a respected and loved Beta of our pack, could barely walk because of her terminal illness, becoming a shadow of the woman she used to be.
Her eyes watered, her small smile heartbreaking. “I’m not that fragile, Ari. Once my treatment is done, I’ll be running again in no time.”
I couldn’t find it in me to be as hopeful. The doctor said I needed to clear her medical bills before they’d proceed with treatment. I’d been picking up three jobs, cleaning the pack house and running errands, just to keep her alive.
You’d expect the daughter of a Beta in one of the most powerful packs in the northwest not to work herself to the bone, but my father deserted us long ago. He couldn’t care less if she died.
I sighed, exhaustion wearing bone-deep. “Let’s get you to bed. You’ll have a few hours alone before Leo gets back from school. I’ll bring leftovers from my pack house gig.”
Her hand met mine. “Thank you. I don’t know how I’d live without you.”
“Anything for you, Mum. I love—”
A high-pitched moan cut through my words. We froze at the crack of her bedroom door.
My father was thrusting into a blonde woman, their backs to us. “Fuck yeah!” he groaned, pulling her hair as their skin met hard. “This feels so much better than that corpse I’m married to.”
My father. An ordinary wolf who earned the love of a Beta’s daughter. My mother made him, gave him her title, gave him her father’s house and this was how he repaid her? Anger flooded my veins as I looked at Mum’s pale face. She didn't deserve this monster.
The blonde giggled. “I thought she’d be dead by now. Why is she taking so long?”
“Her omega daughter keeps working to the bone. I thought cutting them off would hasten it, but I’m done waiting. I’d kill her with my bare hands to be with you.”
A gasp left Mum’s lips. They froze and whipped around.
“What the fuck are you doing here, creep?” the blonde screamed, scrambling to cover herself.
Mum stared only at my father, who didn't even bother. “Why, Richard?” she whispered, tears falling from her hollow eyes. “After everything I did for us.”
He snorted, pulling on his underwear. “Get over yourself, Martha. That was a long time ago. How long do you want to keep milking that cow?”
“You are disgusting,” she whispered, gripping her wheelchair. “I regret everything.”
“You should be happy for me! We were going to wait until you died to save you the pain, but why wait when I can just break the bond?”
“Don’t do that!” I screamed. “You could kill her!”
He rolled his eyes. “Shut up, weakling. You’re my biggest disappointment, a weak wolf who can’t even shift. I refuse to claim you. You’re nothing but a bastard.”
“Don’t speak to my daughter like that!” Mum’s voice cracked with sudden rage. “She’s more of a man than you’ll ever be!”
My father’s face darkened, and the blonde touched his arm. “Don’t worry about them, Richard. They aren’t worth it. You have a real woman now.”
The blonde leaned casually against the vanity, running a hand over her collarbone. Light caught the silver chain against her skin, a delicate crescent moon pendant studded with emeralds. Grandfather had given it to Mum the day she became Beta.
Mum’s breath hitched, her rage collapsing into raw disbelief. “Is that...” Her voice trembled. “Is that... my necklace?”
The blonde twirled the pendant with a mocking smirk. “Oh, calm down, old hag. Richard gave it to me this morning. Said you wouldn’t be needing it, considering you’re as good as dead anyway.”
The world went dead silent. All my bone-deep fatigue and humiliation collapsed into white-hot fury.
“Give me that,” I snarled.
Before my father could move, I lunged forward, hooked my fingers through the chain, and yanked. Beads shattered across the floor as the blonde shrieked, clutching her neck.
“Get over it.” My mum muttered. “You can steal everything, you should handle losing this one.”
“You stupid bitch!” she growled, lunging toward my mother.
“Get your hands off her!” I roared, slamming my palm into the blonde’s chest and throwing her back onto the bed.
“You useless bitch!” My father’s roar echoed.
Before I could turn, his heavy hand struck my face. Vision flashing white, copper flooding my mouth, I hit the floor hard.
“Ari!” Mum screamed.
Fist curling into my hair, my father yanked my head back and hauled me across the floor like trash. “I’m done with both of you parasites! This house goes on the market tomorrow. Get off my property!”
He shoved me out the front door into the gravel driveway. A second later, a harsh metallic scrape echoed as he violently pushed Mum’s wheelchair out behind me. The wheels caught the ledge, tipping over with a sickening crash. Mum screamed as the gravel tore through her thin dress.
“Mum!” I scrambled across the dirt, ignoring my own cuts and swelling cheek. I pulled her trembling body into my arms as her chest heaved with hysterical sobs.
“I’m sorry... Ari, I’m so sorry,” she wept into my shoulder. “I ruined your life... I couldn’t protect you...”
“Shh, don’t, Mum,” I whispered, swallowing blood as I gently uncurled her fingers. I slid the snapped crescent pendant into her palm and folded her hands over it.
I wiped dirt from her cheek, forcing my hands to stop shaking. I couldn't break down. If I broke down, we both died.
“Listen to me,” I said, keeping my voice steady. “I’m taking you to Sarah’s house. She’ll look after you and Leo tonight.”
“Where are you going?” she sobbed, terror in her eyes.
“I have to go,” I said, glancing at my cheap watch. “My shift at the pack house starts in twenty minutes. If I’m late, they won’t pay me. We need it now more than ever.”
I helped her up and pushed her down the dirt road toward Sarah’s. Above us, the pale glow of the full moon cut through the dark canopy of trees.
I looked up at the sky, my heart curling into a bitter knot.
Moon Goddess, I thought, staring at the cold light that offered no warmth, no protection, and no mercy. What did we ever do to deserve this?
The last thread of her sanity snapped. She lunged forward, her hand raising high into the air. Her manicured nails elongated into sharp, lethal claws, aimed directly for my face. I braced myself, squeezing my eyes shut for the impact. It never came. A heavy, leather-gloved hand shot out from the archway of the conservatory, catching Selena’s wrist mid-swing with a bone-crushing grip. Selena gasped, her arm jerking to a violent halt inches from my cheek. I opened my eyes. Finn was standing between us. He was pale, his guard uniform hanging loosely over the thick, bulky bandages wrapping his stomach. He was breathing heavily, sweat beaded on his forehead from the physical strain, but his grip on the Luna’s wrist was absolute iron. "Do not touch her," Finn growled, his voice rough and completely devoid of the required subservience. Selena stared at him in absolute shock, her eyes darting from his unyielding face to his hand clamped around her wrist. "Take your hands off m
Aria I needed the sun. After spending the rest of the night huddled in the corner of Cassius’s ruined chambers, surrounded by splintered wood and the lingering scent of his agonizing, forced shift, the suffocating darkness of the castle felt like it was crushing my lungs. When the morning enforcers finally came to escort me back to the East Wing, I refused to go to my suite. Instead, I walked straight toward the glass-domed conservatory. The guards, unnerved by the feral blood drying on the doorframes of their King's room, didn't argue. I pushed open the glass doors and stepped into the blinding, crisp winter light. I sank onto a wrought-iron bench, pulling my silk robe tightly across my chest, and just let the morning sun wash over my freezing skin. I closed my eyes, focusing entirely on the heat pressing against my eyelids, desperately trying to block out the horrific sound of Cassius’s bones breaking. Click. Click. Click. The sharp, deliberate sound of heels striking the ma
AriaThe heavy mattress dipped under the sheer, suffocating weight of the Alpha King.I lay perfectly still against the dark fur blankets, my eyes squeezed shut. I braced myself for the cold, mechanical cruelty he had just promised. I expected the ruthless King who had looked at me like a disposable incubator to take what he wanted and leave me shattered in the dark.But when Cassius’s large, calloused hands finally touched my bare waist, a violent tremor racked his massive frame.The clinical, icy detachment he had projected across the room instantly faltered. He didn't grab me. He didn't force me down. Instead, his scorching palms slid up my sides with a devastating, agonizingly slow hesitation, as if the very friction of my skin was burning right through the dark magic clouding his brain.I opened my eyes, my breath catching in my throat.Cassius was hovering over me, his broad chest heaving erratically. The pitch-black void in his eyes was violently warring with something else—a f
Aria The gilded cage of the East Wing had become a tomb. For two days, I didn't see the sun. I didn't see Finn, who was still recovering in the clinic, and I certainly didn't see the Alpha King. My only company was the deafening silence of my suite and the rhythmic, mocking tick of the grandfather clock in the corner. I paced the floor until my bare feet ached, my mind desperately searching for a way to break the witch’s dark magic. The antidote had burned the venom from his blood, but it had frozen his soul. He had looked at me with such absolute, chilling indifference that the memory alone made my chest physically ache. On the evening of the third day, the heavy iron deadbolt violently clicked open. I stopped pacing, my breath catching in my throat. Two heavily armed royal guards stood in the doorway. They didn't bow. They didn't avert their eyes in respect like they used to when Cassius had claimed me as his own. They looked at me with the cold, detached professionalism rese












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