Mag-log inCursed from birth and abandoned after her mother’s death, Princess Caralyn grows up as an outsider in her own royal household. Ever since she turned fifteen, every last night of the month, an uncontrollable rage consumes her, turning her into something feared and locked away. And on one last day of the month, fate brings her face-to-face with the most powerful man in the lycan world: Riccardo DeSantis, the Supreme Ultima who rules all wolf-kind with unquestioned authority. Cold, feared, and ruthless, he has buried his heart since the violent loss of his mate. When Caralyn’s curse spirals out of control, and she attacks him, Riccardo does the impossible, which binds their lives together in a way neither of them understands. Her only dream of escape dies when her mate is taken from her by death. Desperate to escape a forced marriage, Caralyn makes a reckless choice that ties her body, and her fate, to Riccardo’s. What begins as a moment of desperation grows into something far more dangerous: longing, attachment, and love neither of them is prepared to face. But loving the Supreme Ultima comes at a terrible cost. When peace finally seems possible, the past rises from the dead, revealing a horrifying truth. Guilt, loss, and fear drive Caralyn to flee, setting off a chain of tragedies that threatens to shatter what little remains of their love. As enemies emerge from the shadows and betrayals cut deeper than claws, Caralyn must decide whether she is truly a curse or something far more powerful. And Riccardo must choose between the ghosts of his past and the woman who has already survived hell for him.
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Eu ouvi a porta se abrir e presumo que seja meu pai, que, como tantas outras noites, chegou bêbado e provavelmente sem dinheiro. Evito fazer muito barulho, realmente não estou com vontade de discutir. Enrolo-me nos lençóis pronta para dormir mas noto algo curioso e no mínimo estranho para mim. Não há um único ruído. E sempre que ele chega em casa, ele vem direto para o meu quarto para gritar e insultar tudo em seu caminho. Franzo a testa e encosto minha mão contra a parede molhada. O medo começa a invadir minhas mãos e pernas, sinto vontade de chorar e um nó se forma na minha garganta temendo o pior. Eu ouço alguns passos se aproximando, para bem na frente da minha porta e ela se abre abruptamente. Solto um grito de choque, ficando completamente horrorizada quando alguns homens de aparência horrível, com sorrisos arrepiantes no rosto, entram no meu quarto. Me levanto da cama com o coração na mão. Afasto-me o máximo que posso, mas antes que possa dar outro passo, um deles me agarra pelos cabelos com força e sou levada para fora do quarto. Luto, grito e imploro com todas as minhas forças, mas os homens agarram meus braços com tanta força que dói. Minhas lágrimas caem pelo meu rosto e eu grito por socorro, mas é como se ninguém estivesse perto de mim. Assim que saímos de casa, eu olho em volta com medo até os ossos. —Espere um momento.—A voz do meu pai, reconheço-a imediatamente. O alívio toma conta de mim e o medo parece desaparecer Estou segura. -Pai... Ele sorriu, mas no momento em que aparece no meu campo de visão, vejo, um sorriso malicioso e cínico está em seus lábios fazendo os meus desaparecerem. Então, nesse exato momento, tenho consciência da gravidade do que está acontecendo. -Pai, por favor não deixe ele me levar... – o medo me inunda, a dor no peito não me deixa respirar normalmente e minhas lágrimas embaçam minha visão. O homem que deveria cuidar de mim e me proteger, me agarra pelo rosto com muita força, me olha com ódio absoluto, ri divertido e me mostra um maço de notas. — Você sabe quanto tempo esperei que você atingisse a maioridade antes de finalmente me livrar de você? — ele sussurra com evidente desgosto. O cheiro de bebida e cigarro me faz fazer uma careta. Mas não há comparação com o que sinto em relação às suas palavras. Eu choro, sem poder evitar, choro com o coração partido. — Eu te darei qualquer coisa pai, não me deixe, eu te imploro. — Minha voz mal sai em um fio. Isso não pode ser verdade, não é real, é apenas um pesadelo, tem que ser. Ele é meu pai, ele não pode fazer isso comigo. — O que um lixo como você pode me oferecer? Você não percebeu ou é muito estúpida para usar seu cérebro.—ele rosna—Você arruinou minha vida e agora vou retribuir o favor. Ele me solta abruptamente. Os homens me arrastam para dentro do carro. Eu grito e choro desesperadamente, mas não posso fazer nada, é a coisa mais frustrante pela qual já passei, não posso fazer nada para impedir que isso aconteça. Eles vieram atrás de mim, e o pior é que meu pai planejou tudo. — Para onde eles estão me levando?! — Grito eufórica, os homens entram no carro, um de cada lado impedindo-me de mover um único músculo. Mesmo assim, eu me mexo, grito, choro e bato em tudo que está no meu caminho. Não tenho ideia para onde estavam me levando e não tive um minuto de paz na cabeça imaginando forma de sair daqui, mas em todos os cenários, absolutamente todos eles, eu parecia morta. E se eu saísse e conseguisse escapar, para onde eu iria? Não tinha nada, não tinha ninguém, minha única família era minha irmãzinha que tinha apenas quinze anos, mas morava tão longe que seria impossível para mim ir buscá-la. E não só isso, não tenho um único dólar para pagar uma viagem. Eu estava perdida, estava completa e irrevogavelmente presa no inferno.Princess Caralyn is stuck.Stuck on decision-making. She has selected two different outfits from the few non-princess outfits she possesses. And now, she can’t decide which of the two to choose.The number of normal clothes that Caralyn has could be held in one hand, but talk about royal gowns? She has enough to fill a whole room. And that isn’t an exaggeration because back at the palace, she has a walk-in closet filled with nothing but her princess gowns.She is always in a gown and rarely has the opportunity to dress herself in casual clothing.Even for school, she wears her light princess gown, since everyone knows who she is. And being the firstborn princess of the royal household requires her to behave like one, both inside and out of the palace. She once told Mrs Hale that she was glad she wasn’t born in the historical era. Because she couldn’t imagine herself in their typical heavy and full princess gown that could barely be walked in. Mrs Hale had laughed it off, but Caralyn
Caralyn looks around Riccardo’s home office. It is more extravagant than the one he stayed in at the palace. There is one thing that catches her attention, though. His one-sided shelf, which is supposed to hold books or other items visibly, is currently facing the wall.That piques her curiosity.There is enough space between the wall and the cupboard for just a person to slide through. She has never seen a shelf in a private study facing the wall.“Mr George.”His voice brings her out of her thoughts, and she faces him once again. He has his phone to his ear now, and she just watches him as he discusses her admission process with the man on the other side of the phone.Seeing him speaking on the phone makes her realize he can hold a conversation and speak for a long time with another person. That is, if he wants to. Watching him speak that many words in her presence is unusual for her.One of his eyebrows raises. “Her name?” He looks at her. “What’s your name?”Caralyn’s lips parted
Caralyn blinked.Once.Twice.Thrice.She exhales in dissatisfaction before she turns her lowered eyes to the water gun in her hand.“It was not me,” she said in a low voice, knowing there is no way she can prove her innocence now.Alessio curls his lips. The way she looks at the moment amuses him greatly, and he’s trying hard not to laugh.Caralyn hears the ruffle of fabric and seconds later, a cloth falls onto her lap. It’s Riccardo’s suit jacket. She slowly looks up at him with a questioning expression, wondering what she is to do with it.“Wash it,” he says coldly before walking out of the kitchen.Alessio and Enzo trail after him.“I’m a princess!” Caralyn whisper-yell.She flings away the suit jacket and makes a sarcastic face. “WaSH It,” she says with a deep voice, mocking Riccardo.“Also,” Riccardo’s voice
Chiara and Caralyn are together once again.Chiara had come back from school with Mateo and his friend two hours ago. Chiara had gone to knock on Caralyn’s door and ask to play. Caralyn had willingly agreed, later realizing that Chiara’s version of playing is going to the pool.She does not like the pool. As a matter of fact, she is scared of it. But she decided to face her fears nevertheless.A few minutes later, they were in the pool area, legs slowly moving back and forth in the pool they dipped it in.They are sitting at the edge, and Caralyn glances back almost every minute.Chiara noticed and voiced her observation. Caralyn hesitated at first, but the curious girl isn’t backing down, so she ends up telling her.She is doing that because she keeps feeling like she will be suddenly pushed in.It would not be strange. Her stepsister, Dora, has done it to her before. She couldn’t swim, and i
They both know what those statements from him mean. They keep quiet, feeling guilty for an offense they didn’t even commit. They were no longer repeating what was being said to Riccardo.The Supreme Ultima turns around and starts walking away; they immediately follow.{A
“What did you just say?”Mateo lowers his eyes. “I didn’t mean to sound offensive, Your Highness. I’m just saying all this with your best interest at heart. I know I shouldn’t even dare, so I apologize if I’ve overstepped my boundary. But I wish yo
Caralyn looks up at him with wide eyes.Her senses aren’t only invaded by his manly, dominant scent, but also by his hypnotizing eyes and extraordinary aura. She is seated on her bed, her hands palming the sheets on either side of her.His one leg was between her slightly spread ones, the other leg
Caralyn does not want the man to die, nor does she want Riccardo’s anger to escalate. But she knows she has to do something.“I might have ended up getting rid of the baby, My Lord,” she confesses.Riccardo’s eyes snap up at her, waiting for more explanation.The intensity of his orbs almost throws






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