Mag-log inTen years of devotion. Two years of a hollow marriage. One night to break it all. Lanka Monroe was a stray, a broken pup rescued from the dirt and raised within the cold, prestigious walls of the Wolfe Crest Estate. For a decade, he worshipped the man who saved him—Andrew Wolfe, the lethal, untouchable Alpha of the North. But the hero of Lanka’s youth became the tyrant of his adulthood. To the pack, Lanka is the seductive social climber who drugged the Alpha to secure a mating bond. To Andrew, Lanka is a stain on his reputation, a burden to be endured until his "true" match returns. When Andrew’s old flame, Serena, reappears to reclaim her throne, the fragile peace shatters. Lanka is tired of being the ghost in the hallways. He’s ready to tear the ancestral earrings from his flesh and walk out of the estate with his pride intact. But as he hands over the divorce papers, a dark secret in the Wolfe bloodline comes to light. Andrew doesn’t just want a mate anymore—he needs a donor. And suddenly, the Alpha who wouldn't touch Lanka is the one pinning him to the bed, demanding the very pup he once forbade. In a world of ancient pack laws and silver-tongued lies, Lanka must decide: Will he remain a sacrificial lamb for the Wolfe family, or will he let the bond burn to ashes to find his own freedom?
view moreI stood beside Master Dories as the elevator chimes echoed through the penthouse hallway, but the breath stalled in my lungs the moment the doors slid open. There, standing directly in our path, was Serena Wolfe and Andrew.I could see the flash of pure, venomous envy in Serena’s eyes as she took in the sight of me appearing so comfortable in the company of a world-renowned legend. To her, I was a ghost that refused to be exorcised, a lingering shadow that kept haunting her golden path.My gaze flickered over them for a fraction of a second—long enough to feel the cold bite of Andrew’s presence—before I pointedly looked away, treating the air around them as if it were empty. Andrew, for his part, didn't even acknowledge my existence. His face was a mask of granite, his eyes fixed on some distant point as if I were a total stranger he’d passed on a busy street."Andrew, why is he here?" Serena whispered, her voice tight with a forced confusion as she leaned toward him.Andrew kept one
"What is the meaning of this? Why are they both operating as if the other doesn't exist?"Daniel Cho muttered the question while peering at the screen of Matthew Hawthorne’s phone. His brow furrowed as he processed the two competing headlines currently dominating the digital feed of the territory.#AndrewWolfeRomanticTributeAtGala#RogueAlphaRacerJulianParkSpottedWithMysteryMate"Sir, I’ll let you find your own way out. I have urgent business," Daniel tossed the words over his shoulder to Matthew before sprinting back toward the Alpha's private office in the Wolfe Industries Tower.Before he even crossed the threshold, he had memorized the specifics of the scandal. "Boss, you and Lanka are both burning up the social feeds. You were seen at Lydiasa Hawthorne’s solo recital yesterday, and word is Margaret Wolfe insisted you present her with that bouquet on stage. Someone caught the moment you handed over the blooms, and the pack is convinced it’s an official courtship announcement."And
My pulse thundered against my ribs, the rhythm more frantic than any hollow endearment could have sparked. For a fleeting second, the heat of Andrew’s gaze made me want to believe him, but that warmth was instantly drowned by a tidal wave of ice.If this had happened six months ago—even two months ago—I would have followed him to the ends of the earth. But the bridge hadn't just been burned; it had been ground into ash. My heart still stuttered at his touch, but I no longer had the desire to turn back, nor did I possess the courage to risk the wreckage again.I looked at the Alpha I had loved since I was a pup, my bloodless lips curving into a ghost of a smile. "You’re wrong, Andrew. The feelings are dead. There's nothing left."A visible chill rippled through Andrew at my words. His hand tightened on my chin, his claws nearly pricking my skin. "Did you ever truly love me, Lanka? Or was it all just a play for the Wolfe name?"A jagged pang of agony sliced through me. How could he even
The nurse was still speaking when a sharp, shattering noise cut her off.It was me. Acting on a frantic, adrenaline-fueled impulse, I had swept my arm across the bedside table, sending the water carafe and cup crashing to the floor. The ceramic exploded into jagged shards. I propped myself up on one elbow, breathing hard, my heart hammering against my ribs.Andrew’s brow darkened with a frown. He immediately leaned over, his hands moving to steady me as I sat half-sprawled against the pillows. "Lanka, talk to me. If you’re thirsty, tell me. Why are you lashing out? Or are you just that desperate to prove you don't need my help?"I couldn't look him in the eye. I felt like a cub caught in a snare, my face hot with a panic that had nothing to do with the fever. "I... I didn't realize my hands were so weak. I slipped."The coldness in Andrew’s expression evaporated instantly. He let out a long, weary breath and helped me settle back into the thin mattress. He seemed to realize I was genu
I let out a shaky breath, pressing my face into the solid, warm expanse of Andrew’s chest. My damp hair clung to his skin, the cold droplets creating a sharp, stinging itch against his collarbone.Andrew’s jaw tightened, his pulse drumming a steady, heavy rhythm beneath my ear. "Stop the performanc
“Don’t spiral, Lanka. You weren’t hunting—you were surviving. You did what any wolf would do to protect their throat. That filth had it coming the moment he laid a hand on you!”Julian pulled me into a hard embrace, his scent of cedar and rain act-ing as a balm to my fractured nerves. Gradually, th
I recognized the voice on the other end of the line—Serena’s—and it sent a killing frost through my soul. But I couldn’t let the predator behind me sense my despair. I forced my body to go limp, leaning back into the man’s chest as if I were finally surrendering to the inevitable.My sudden shift f
Andrew hauled me into the back of the SUV, sliding in right after me.Daniel Cho fired up the engine and, with the silent efficiency of a trained sentinel, hit the console button to raise the soundproof partition. The small, enclosed space was immediately thick with the scent of the Alpha—woodsmoke,
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