My possessive mate saw a naked man on top of me and thought I was cheating on him, right in his own Palace.So, he broke my legs… and burned my face.That way, only he could stand to look at me ever again.------------------------------My name is Cassandra White, the Alpha's daughter of the Red Moon Pack. I am 22 years old and still haven't found my mate. But that doesn't make me feel bad or lesser. To us werewolves, finding our mate is very important because it makes us feel whole and complete. But I am different—I am more than terrified to meet my fated partner.Today is the first day of school after summer break. I grabbed my car keys and left the house, dressed simply for school. Now in my fourth year of college, I have always been the top student."Cassy, here!" Joana called, waiting by the entrance.Joana is James's sister and my brother's mate, while James is my boyfriend.I waved at her and pointed to the parking lot. She nodded, understanding that I would be there after parki
"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
ONE MONTH LATERRING!!!RING!!!“The number you’ve dialed is unavailable. Please try again later.”“Ugh! I hate this!” Cassandra groaned, frustration etched on her face as she tossed her phone onto the bed. “It’s been a month since he left, and I still can’t reach him. So annoying!”Just then, a voice called from outside her room. “Knock, knock.”Cassandra turned toward the door and sighed when she saw who it was. “What are you doing here, Joana?”Joana raised a brow. “What? Don’t tell me you forgot—we’re going for a run.”Cassandra let out another sigh before running a hand through her hair. “Give me a minute. I’ll be right out.”“Sure thing!” Joana grinned before stepping back into the hallway.20 MINUTES LATER“Cassandra, slow down!” Joana shouted, panting as she struggled to keep up.Cassandra glanced back with a playful grin. “Oh, come on, Jo! You’re just too slow~” she teased, effortlessly picking up her pace.The two had been inseparable since childhood, growing up side by side
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
Awakened by the suffocating sensation of being unable to breathe, Cassandra's eyes jolted open, panic surging through her as she gasped for air.“Wh-… who…” she rasped, her voice barely more than a whisper, each syllable a battle against the pain constricting her throat. She couldn't say more because she wasn't given the chance.She dangled helplessly in mid-air, her feet no longer touching the ground as she struggled against the crushing grip around her throat.A pair of glowing red eyes locked onto hers, cold and unyielding, as the hands tightening around her neck showed no mercy."You should've just died! You are the most disgusting woman I've ever known!"She could no longer draw a breath, and as darkness crept in at the edges of her vision, her life flashed before her eyes. Desperately, she struggled to break free, but the exhaustion weighing her down and the searing pain in her thigh from the massive dose of wolfsbane rendered her weak and helpless.Her fingers, once gripping the
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
MELISSA'S POV:I stepped out of my car and walked into Etherea Royale, the most prestigious and exclusive boutique in the country. The moment I entered, the soft scent of expensive perfume and the sight of shimmering gowns embroidered with delicate gemstones greeted me. This place catered only to the elite—royalty, high-ranking officials, and the wealthiest figures in society. But today, it was catering to me.I was here to try on the custom-made gown I had ordered specifically for Jena’s birthday celebration—an event even grander than usual this year. Not just because of her status being my half-brother Jerond’s fated mate but also because they are planning to announce their pregnancy.That fact alone made the celebration an event of the year. My father was using this occasion to solidify Jerond’s influence before officially declaring him his heir. It was an indirect way of showing the pack that Jerond wasn’t just some illegitimate son he had hidden away for years—he was the rightful
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 darkness where Cassandra’s body had been burned, a small speck of blue light suddenly flickered into existence. At first, it was no more than a glimmer—but in an instant, it expanded, engulfing the entire forest in a massive blaze of blue fire. The very same fire that once erupted when the first Blue Wolf emerged.Then, as if time itself had slowed, a figure emerged from the heart of the flames. She floated mid-air, eyes closed, while the fire swirled around her, not consuming, but cradling her like a lover’s embrace. She looked innocent, fragile even. But when her eyes opened, they reflected an unmistakable aura of death, haunting and absolute.She was no longer the Cassandra the world once knew. She was now the Blue Wolf—a being born to annihilate her enemies, powerful beyond comprehension yet achingly vulnerable. Few knew the truth: that the Blue Wolf, despite their terrifying strength, is a deeply fragile soul.The first Blue Wolf was believed to have risen from hatred—or s
A woman stood behind a slightly ajar door, watching in silence as the man caressed Cassandra’s stiff, disfigured body.“If I had known that curse would kill you,” said Leo, the second prince of the Lycan royal family, his voice soft but laced with bitterness, “I would’ve simply locked you away—where only I could see you.”Leo was the illegitimate son of Emperor Magnus, born from his fated mate, Amelia. A human woman with no knowledge of the supernatural world, Amelia had no idea of the king’s true identity or immense power. All she knew was that she couldn’t tear her eyes away from the enigmatic man she had encountered at an auction thirty years ago.Magnus, mated for centuries to his chosen queen—Lenox’s mother—had never felt the pull of a true fated bond until he met Amelia. Though he tried to resist, he eventually succumbed to one night of weakness, and on that night, Amelia conceived Leo.The king, bound by duty and image, could not allow the birth of a child from a mere human. In
Cassandra felt her soul leave her body, drifting, weightless, as if pulled into the land of the dead. The silence was deafening, the air cold and still. She even saw James standing in the distance, just as she crossed the threshold. That’s when she knew: she was gone. Her life, her misery—it was all over.She hated James for betraying their love, for abandoning what they once were. But even now, she realized… she loved him more than she hated him.With trembling steps, she moved toward him, desperation and longing guiding her. But before she could reach him, a sudden, cool voice—calm yet commanding—echoed behind her.“Do you truly wish for everything to end?” the man asked.She stopped. Her heart—or whatever remained of it-stuttered in her chest. Slowly, she turned toward the source of the voice.A man stood there, clothed like those from a forgotten era. His dark hair flowed past his shoulders, and a thick beard rested on his face. His eyes glowed faintly, ageless and piercing.“Who
LENOX'S POVIt’s been two months since Cassandra vanished—without a sound, without a trace. One moment, she was being escorted to her chamber by my most trusted servants after arriving at the Palace. The next, she was gone.That night, after I finished my duties, I sent for her, eager to dine together. A small, simple moment I had long anticipated. But when my guards arrived at her room, it was empty. No scent. No struggle. Nothing.I told myself she ran because she finds me repulsive and couldn't stomach the thought of being mine.Maybe she knew. Maybe she figured out that I was the one who made James mark that counterfeit mate. I crafted that illusion to sever their bond. To divide them. To ensure she would have no one else.I’m the Prince of this realm. The strongest living shifter, second only to my father, the King. Royal blood courses through my veins, yet here I am, lowering myself to manipulation and deceit—just for a chance to keep my mate close.I had her family investigate
"What's going on?"A frantic voice echoed through the vast lab, bouncing off cold, sterile walls.The Prince's eyes locked onto Cassandra’s body, floating lifelessly inside the tank. For the first time, something inside him shattered. His breath caught in his throat as he dashed toward the lower level, eyes flicking between the glass and the platform above. Her skin was pale, her face burned, her ankles grotesquely black and swollen.Unable to process the pain clawing at his chest, he stormed toward the nearest witch standing idle."I asked you—what the hell is going on? Why is her face burned? Why are her ankles swollen and blackened?" he roared, grabbing the young witch by the collar.
The door that led to the room was unsettling—more like a vault than an entrance, cold and ominous, as if designed solely to imprison someone. And Cassandra felt it deep in her bones—that someone was her.The room itself was surprisingly spacious. It had everything one would need to survive: a bed, a small kitchen, even a closet with clean clothes. It was pristine, well-lit, and eerily sterile—clearly maintained with care, yet too well-hidden to be part of the main palace. No, this place was beneath the garden—buried like a secret.Lenox had uncovered it by lifting a section of stone flooring, revealing a narrow staircase that spiraled downward for what felt like fifty steps. At the bottom stood another heavy steel door—the true gate to the prison where Cassandra now found herself.She’d barely processed the chilling space when Lenox approached her, his towering form a shadow against the light. His claws extended slowly, gleaming like daggers under the glow. His eyes burned a deep, fur
NARRATOR'S POVLater that night, once the crowd had dispersed and everyone returned to their chambers, Lenox and Cassandra remained in the grand hall. Silence lingered between them like a storm about to break.Lenox stared at her, unreadable, for several long seconds. Then, without a word, without even a final glance, he turned and walked away.At the door, he paused.“I’ve known Celeste since she was a child,” he said, his back still to her. “So I know what she’s capable of. Don’t overthink what just happened.”And with that, he vanished down the corridor, leaving only cold silence in his wake.Cassandra blinked, stunned.A bitter scoff escaped her lips. “And here I thought he meant what he said.”She rolled her eyes, irritation bubbling in her chest.“Mate or not, I still don’t like you,” she muttered under her breath, as if speaking to him in absentia. “No matter what James did… my heart is still his to claim.”Her pride bruised, her chest tight, she decided she needed fresh air.T
I stood before the grand mirror in my chambers, eyes scanning my reflection, searching for something—anything—that would offer me a clue about what was happening. The stillness of the room, the haunting quiet of the Palace, all of it felt suffocating. My mind raced, but I couldn’t make sense of it. I could still hear the voice echoing in my head: “You’re not safe here...”A sudden knock broke through my thoughts, pulling me from the storm brewing inside me. The door opened, and a maid stepped inside, her face tense, and her gaze lowered.“Lady Cassandra,” she began hesitantly, “His Highness requests your presence in the Hall of Counsel.”My pulse quickened. Lenox.“Very well,” I replied, trying to keep the edge of urgency from my voice as I stepped past her.NARRATOR'S POV"How’s the progress? How much hatred have we accumulated so far?" the man asked lazily, reclining in his seat, his fingers idly tapping against the armrest."It hasn’t moved an inch yet, Your Highness," the head witc
A man swirled the wine in his glass, the deep red liquid catching the dim, flickering light of the lab. His eyes, cold and calculating, lingered on the large cylindrical tank before him—a containment glass filled with a viscous, glowing fluid. Suspended within it was a motionless figure, limbs limp, wires snaking across her body like vines claiming a statue.He stepped closer, raising a hand to the glass. His fingers hovered just above the surface, tracing the curve of the woman’s cheek through the barrier with eerie tenderness."Who would've thought you were this beautiful, my dear Cassandra?" he murmured, voice low and reverent. A bitter laugh followed. "I would've kept you for myself... too bad you were mated to that bastard."His jaw clenched, the words spat with venom, but the bitterness quickly melted into a smirk. Possessive. Dangerous."No matter," he said, swirling his wine once more. "When everything’s done, I can do whatever I want with you."He turned slightly, his gaze fal