THE DISABLED MATE

"ARGHHH!!!!! NO, LET ME GO!!!!" I fought him with all my might and managed to push him away.Blood dripped from my neck onto my clothes. He was actually trying to mark me by force.Lenox was outraged. He grabbed my arm so fast that I couldn’t fight back. He spun me around, forcing my back against his chest, his other arm locking around my body. With both my hands trapped, I couldn't move.I struggled desperately to break free, but it was useless. His grip was so tight I felt like I was being crushed.And then—His free hand tilted my head to the side, exposing my neck. I gasped as I felt his sharp teeth against my skin, and without hesitation, he sank them deep into my flesh."Urghhh..." I groaned in pain.I stomped on his foot as hard as I could, but all it did was make him grunt—it wasn’t enough to make him let go. And then it hit me. A massive wave of electricity surged from my neck, traveling through my entire body, making me tremble uncontrollably.Tingles spread over every inch o

The Red Moon Pack is one of the largest packs in the country. But of all the packs in the world, none have ever been gifted the Blue Wolf.Thousands of years ago, a man was blessed with the spirit of the legendary Blue Wolf, Aamon—the very first werewolf to ever exist. The name did not signify control over fire or water, nor did it grant him the ability to wield elements with his hands. Instead, his wolf form was unlike any other. His fur, streaked with brilliant flecks of blue, radiated both beauty and strength.But his true gift lay in something far more extraordinary—he was fireproof. No flame could harm him, and when he ignited a fire, it transformed into something far more powerful: the Blue Flame—a mystical fire that could never be extinguished unless he willed it so.Legend says that he was once a normal human until his entire family was burned alive before his eyes. He watched as his mother, father, brothers, and sisters screamed in agony, their flesh consumed by the flames. Ch

JAMES'S POV:As I made my way out of the prison cell, my fists clenched so tightly that my nails dug into my palms, drawing blood. My teeth sank into my lip, the metallic taste of rage filling my mouth.I was furious—so furious that my entire body trembled with the effort to keep myself from turning back and ending that disgusting woman where she stood.How could I have loved someone like her for so many years?The Cassandra I remembered wasn’t like this. She wasn’t someone who would hurt the innocent. She should have understood what Melissa meant to me—should have known the pain of being torn away from the one you were destined to be with.And yet… she didn’t.She chose to become this monster.NARRATOR'S POV:James suddenly halted mid-step, his breath catching in his throat as a horrifying realization struck him.Cassandra had found her mate as well.His eyes widened in pure terror as the truth crashed down on him, the weight of it suffocating.Her mate.The Prince.His blood ran cold

Cassandra had no sense of time—no way of knowing how long she had been lost in the abyss of unconsciousness. But a faint, almost tender sensation pulled her back, a gentle caress against her bruised and bloodied face.Her body remained heavy, drained by the wolfsbane still coursing through her veins, but she forced her eyes to flutter open. The world around her was hazy, blurred by pain and exhaustion. And then, through the dim light, she saw them—those familiar eyes, the same ones she had loved for so many years.For a moment, she forgot the pain, the torment, the betrayal. All she could do was stare, her breath hitching in disbelief.The moment she registered his touch, a surge of anger and instinctual fear coursed through her. With the little strength she had left, she smacked his hand away and desperately scooted back, pressing herself against the cold, unforgiving wall as if it could shield her from him.Her bloodied lips parted, her voice rough but sharp as a blade. "What are you

In the dimly lit room, a commanding yet elegant figure stood by the massive window, gazing out as if surveying his domain like a god overseeing his creation."How's everything going?" he asked, his voice laced with indifference as he took a slow drag from his tobacco."Things aren’t going exactly as planned," the other man replied, lounging on the sofa with his legs propped up on the table. His hands rested lazily behind his head, giving him an air of nonchalance. Despite his relaxed demeanor, the glint in his youthful eyes—barely fifteen years old—held an unsettling sharpness. "But the good news is, the way things are unfolding seems to be working in your favor."Though the man stood with his back to the young boy, the smirk on his face was unmistakable as he listened to the news. The boy shuddered involuntarily, unable to suppress the creeping dread that came with knowing just how cruel this man's methods could be.The young man knew better than to make a mistake and end up on his ba