Mag-log inSharon is her pack’s Alpha fated mate, which is the heart's desire of every female. But what happens when he cheats with her sister and then rejects her? Roland is the king of the werewolf kingdom. After finding his mate, she betrayed him by having affairs with his beta. Not long after, she was attacked by rogues and died because he loved her so much. It made him hard and cold. One night, as he was coming back from his normal duty, he and his wolf caught an unfamiliar scent and found a she-wolf. What will be the fate of Sharon when she wakes up and finds out she had run straight into the land that belongs to their king, and what will happen when they finally fall in love with each other?
view moreSHARON’S POVJordan Pack council chamber smelled exactly the way I remembered: cedar oil, old parchment, beeswax candles, and the faint metallic bite of wolf anger held barely in check. I stepped through the tall double doors with Morris at my side, his hand rested low on my back, it was not possessive, it was just there, steady. The same hand that had held me together when I screamed for dead children who weren’t dead. The same hand that would steady me now.The long table stretched down the center of the room. Twenty-three elders were already seated. Their faces I hadn’t seen in years, some looked older, while some looked exactly the same. All of them watched me walk the length of the aisle like I was a ghost wearing someone else’s skin.Sandra sat at the far end in chains. She had iron cuffs on wrists and ankles. Her black gown was replaced with plain gray prisoner linen. Her hair was loose and tangled. And her eyes were red-rimmed but burning. When she saw me she jerked against th
SANDRA’S POV The moment Sharon dropped the hood I felt the air leave the hall. My face went from smug to blank in half a heartbeat. My lips parted, but no sound came out. My eyes locked on Sharon’s, her wide, glassy eyes stared back at me. My pupils were blown black with disbelief.She took one step forward in one pace like a ghost. “Hello, sister.”The word cut through the sudden silence like a thrown knife.I jerked as if I’d been by Sharon. One hand flew to my throat, as my fingers clawed at the silver torque. My chest heaved once, twice. This was a dream. This has to be a dream, it certainly has to be. Please this can’t be happening here. “No,” I whispered.She took another step forward like the ghost of her that traumatised me every single night. I stumbled back into the nearest table as a goblet tipped and dark wine spilled across the white cloth like blood.“No,” I said again, louder this time. “You can’t do this here, please. Don’t do this. Let me go, I didn’t kill you. I
SHARON’S POV I woke Darius with a bucket of ice water.He came up choking, lungs seizing, body jerking hard against the ropes that cinched his wrists to the iron chair legs. Water streamed down his face, soaked his shirt, and dripped onto the bare concrete. The single bulb overhead swung lazily, throwing his shadow long and jagged across the wall. He blinked rapidly, trying to clear his vision, then froze when he finally focused on me. Morris stood three paces away, arms folded, face carved from stone. Kelly leaned against the far wall, chain coiled loosely in one fist, expression calm in that way that always made people sweat.Darius tested the ropes once. Found them solid. Then he laughed—a short, cracked sound that died fast.“So it’s real,” he rasped. “You’re real.”“Very.” I stepped closer. “And still breathing.”He coughed water from his lungs. “Thought the ghosts finally finished me off.”“They almost did.” I crouched so our eyes met level. “But you’re here. Talking. That mea
SHARON’S POV Moonlight turned the quarry road silver and sharp. Gravel crunched under my shoes even though I tried to step soft. The night smelled of pine resin and wet stone, somewhere far off an owl called once, low and lonely. My heart slammed so hard I tasted metal in the back of my throat.Morris’s voice still echoed in my head from an hour ago, rough and pleading in the dark of our bedroom.“Don’t do this, Sharon. Please. I can’t watch you walk into that clearing alone.”I had pressed my forehead to his chest, felt his heartbeat race under my palm.“Nothing’s going to happen. I’ll be back before you finish the second cup of coffee.”He hadn’t laughed. Just held me tighter until my ribs ached.Now I am here.Alone.The plan felt clever when we mapped it out on the kitchen table. Darius was cracking, he was tormented with seeing me everywhere. If the real me appeared, alive, whole, speaking, he would either collapse or spill everything. Either way we will win. Either way Sandra’s






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