"You never had a choice, Cassia. But now, the choice is yours." Cassia’s life was never her own. The daughter of a powerless Omega, she was bound by a cruel fate—married off to Alpha Lucien, a man twice her age and cold with dominance. Her mother’s brutal murder at the hands of her stepmother only deepened her misery, leaving her with no protection in a world ruled by ruthless power. Lucien’s cruel indifference burned at her soul, yet there was something about him, something beneath his harsh exterior that seemed to pull at her. But Cassia would not break. Forced into submission, she found the strength to fight. A mysterious ally within the pack emerged, offering help when all hope seemed lost. Through pain and struggle, she began unlocking powers deep within her—powers that her stepmother’s curse had suppressed for years. Her journey to self-discovery and freedom was just beginning, but it came at a cost. Should she seek revenge on the man who tormented her, or embrace the freedom she so desperately craved? And what of Lucien—could the man who caused her so much pain truly change, or was he beyond redemption? As the stakes grew higher, so did the tension between them. With enemies closing in from all sides, Cassia’s decision could change everything. Her true power was awakening, and with it, a choice that would either break her or set her free. Will she escape the chains of her past? Read now to discover Cassia’s journey toward freedom, love, and a destiny that is hers to claim.
Lihat lebih banyak“You’re mine now, Cassia.” His voice is like ice sliding across bare skin, cold and unforgiving.
I’m standing there, my hands trembling, my heart hammering in my chest. The weight of the wedding gown feels like a thousand stones pressing against me, every part of me begging for escape. But there is no way out. I turn to face him, and my stomach churns. Lucien. Alpha Lucien. The man I’m supposed to call my husband. But there’s nothing in his eyes that says husband—only conqueror. He’s tall and imposing, and his eyes? Black as midnight, with a glint of something I can't place. Power? Cruelty? Something darker than that, maybe. His hand reaches out, a long finger tracing the curve of my jaw, and my skin burns at his touch. “You look so beautiful,” he says, his voice a mockery of kindness. But there’s no warmth in it. Only cold amusement. I swallow hard, biting my lip to stop the tremor in my voice. “I didn’t choose this.” He smiles that predatory smile that makes my breath catch. “It doesn’t matter whether you chose it or not, Cassia. You’re mine now. And tonight, I’m going to remind you of that.” I want to scream. I want to claw at him and tear his face off with my bare hands, but I don’t. I can’t. Not yet. Instead, I step back, and my pulse spikes as I catch a glimpse of the door behind him. Maybe I could escape. Maybe there's still a chance. “Where are you going, little bride?” His voice is low, dangerously quiet. “Think you can run from me?” I don't answer. I can’t. My legs feel like lead, but I force myself to move, pushing past him, my breath coming faster now. I make it halfway to the door before his hand shoots out like a snake, gripping my wrist with an iron-clad hold. “You can’t escape me, Cassia. Not now, not ever.” I try to pull away, to jerk free, but his grip tightens, and it’s like I’m caught in a vice, unable to move, unable to breathe. His other hand comes to rest on my waist, pressing me against him with a force that steals the air from my lungs. I struggle, twisting, kicking, anything to get free. “Let me go!” I shout, my voice cracking with desperation. But Lucien just chuckles, the sound sending a shiver down my spine. “You think I’ll let you run? Think again.” I twist harder, fighting against his strength, but it’s futile. He’s too strong, too powerful. I can’t fight him like this. Then I do the only thing I can think of: I knee him in the groin. His breath hisses out through clenched teeth, and for a moment, he loosens his grip, just enough for me to break free. But before I can take another step, his hand shoots out again, catching me by the arm and spinning me around so that I crash into his chest. Damn it. I brace myself, my heart thundering, and I try to push him off, but he’s relentless. His grip is like iron, his body like stone. He smirks down at me, his lips curling in amusement. “I warned you.” My breath comes in sharp gasps as I stare up at him, defiance burning in my chest. “I’ll never give in to you. I’d rather die than be with you.” His expression hardens, and something dark flickers in his eyes. For a moment, I think I’ve pushed him too far. But then, he leans in, his lips brushing my ear as he whispers, “I’m not asking for your love, Cassia. I’m asking for your obedience. And that... will come in time.” I shudder at his words, repulsed, but there’s something else, too. A strange knot in my stomach. A flutter of something I can’t explain. The way he’s looking at me, like a puzzle he’s trying to solve, makes my insides twist. I can’t let him see it. I can’t let him see any weakness. Not now. Not ever. I yank my arm free from his grasp, and this time, I don’t hesitate. I run. Run, Cassia, run. I reach the door, the cold air rushing in as I fling it open, but just as my foot crosses the threshold, his voice stops me. “You think you can run away from me, little bride? You really think I’ll let you leave without paying the price?” I freeze. And then I feel it—his presence behind me, looming, suffocating. I spin around, my eyes wide with fear, and before I can even react, he’s there, his hand on my throat, lifting me off the ground with terrifying ease. “You belong to me,” he growls, his grip tightening around my neck, cutting off my air. “And if you think you can get away... think again.” I gasp, clawing at his hand, trying to break free, but it’s no use. I’m trapped. His dark eyes pierce through me like he can see everything I’m hiding. The truth. The fear. The desperation. “You’re not strong enough to escape,” he sneers. “You never were.” The world spins around me, and my vision starts to blur. But I won’t give up. Not yet. I kick out again, hitting him in the chest with all the force I can muster. For a moment, he stumbles back, his grip loosening just enough for me to take in a desperate breath. I suck in air, desperate to stay conscious, desperate to hold on to some shred of hope. But then he’s on me again, shoving me into the wall with such force that my head spins. “Stop fighting, Cassia,” he mutters, his voice rough, almost irritated. “You can’t win. You never will.” I open my mouth to protest, to scream at him that I won’t let him break me, but no sound comes out. My throat is too tight, my chest too constricted. He leans in, his breath warm against my skin as his lips brush against my ear once again. “Your spirit will break, my bride. But for now, I’ll enjoy watching it crack.” Crack. The word rings in my ears, and my heart lurches with fear. But even as I tremble in his grasp, something else stirs deep inside me—something fierce, something born of my mother’s blood. I push back against him with everything I have, my hands trembling as I try to break free. “I won’t be your prisoner,” I hiss through clenched teeth. “I’ll never be your prisoner.” But Lucien only laughs a dark, cruel sound. “You already are.” His grip tightens again, and I feel my strength waning, my mind beginning to unravel. This is it. This is how it ends. The door slams open. “Lucien!” a voice calls from the doorway, sharp and commanding. And for a moment, just a moment, Lucien hesitates, his grip loosening, his eyes flicking toward the new arrival. “Let her go, Alpha,” the voice commands again, and I feel a surge of hope—until I see the figure standing there. It's another Alpha. Younger. Stronger. And more than that, there’s something else in his eyes. Something familiar. Before I can even comprehend what’s happening, Lucien growls low in his throat and steps back, releasing me just as my legs buckle beneath me. I collapse to the floor, gasping for air, my body trembling with a mixture of fear and relief. The new Alpha steps closer, his eyes never leaving mine. “What is this?” Lucien demands, his voice cold and dangerous. “Who are you to interfere?” But the man doesn’t answer right away. He only watches me, his gaze intense, unreadable. I try to push myself to my feet, my body shaking, my heart racing, but all I can do is stare at him—this new Alpha who’s come to save me. And for some reason, I can’t bring myself to trust him. Not yet. "Who are you?" I whisper, my voice barely audible. His lips curl into a small, enigmatic smile. And then, before I can process anything else, Lucien growls again, stepping forward with fury in his eyes. "Leave now, before I make you regret it." But the stranger stands his ground, unwavering. "You’re not the only Alpha in this room, Lucien," he says coldly. "And I’m not leaving without her." I don’t know whether to feel relieved or terrified, but as the tension between the two men rises, the weight of the moment crashes down on me. This is just the beginning. And as my body trembles from the chaos of it all, I wonder… what’s going to happen next?The fire crackled softly in the hearth, its warm glow casting dancing shadows across the stone walls of the old hall. The room was filled with the scent of roasting meat and the sweet, earthy aroma of herbs hanging from the rafters. A group of children sat in a half-circle, their eager eyes fixed on the elderly storyteller who sat at the center, leaning forward with a smile.“And now,” the storyteller said, his voice low and filled with weight, “you have heard the beginning of the tale. But as with all stories, it must be passed down, for there are lessons to be learned, even in the hardest of truths.”The children’s faces were wide with wonder. They knew of the Wolf Bride—Cassia, the strong, beautiful woman who had once been the captive bride of Alpha Lucien. She was a legend, her name whispered in awe and respect throughout the kingdom. Her strength, her defiance, her love for her family—it had all made her a symbol of something greater than any one person. And Lucien, the god-king
"You should rest," Lucien’s voice was low, carrying a soft edge I hadn’t heard in years. It was both familiar and strange, like the gentle rustle of leaves in the wind, soothing but filled with tension. His large hand rested on my stomach, a constant reminder of the life growing within me.I glanced up at him, eyes flicking over his broad frame and the way his expression softened when he looked at me. It was a stark contrast to the man I had once known. He was no longer the distant, cruel Alpha I had married, nor the tyrant he had once been. He had become something different—a man I was still learning to trust, but who had, against all odds, become my partner."Lucien," I murmured, turning slightly on the bed, trying to find a comfortable position. "I’m fine. I’ve been resting all day.""You’re carrying our child," he said with a slight smile, leaning over to kiss my forehead, lingering there for a moment longer than usual. "That’s no small thing."I smiled back at him, my hand restin
"Lucien, look at this." I held up the scroll, the seal broken and the message inside unclear to me, though I had a sinking feeling in my chest.He crossed the room swiftly, his large frame filling the space between us in seconds. His hand grazed mine, the touch lingering as though it held more weight than the parchment itself. Lucien had changed since the night we tore down the heart of our kingdom, and with it, he had become less of a tyrant and more of an equal."You look troubled," he murmured, his voice low and filled with a new, gentle strength.I swallowed hard, unfurling the scroll. "It's from the capital. They want an audience—"Before I could finish, he took the scroll from my hands, his eyes scanning it. His face hardened as he read, his jaw tightening."Lucien?" I stepped closer, my heart racing. The shift in his demeanor was enough to stir the unease in me."Look at this," he said, handing it back to me with a look that mirrored my own uncertainty.My eyes scanned the word
The echoes of destruction reverberated through the hollow chambers, but Lucien remained still, his hand trembling as it hovered above the blackened heart. The ancient pulsating darkness that had plagued our world, binding the lands in fear and suffering, awaited its end. The air was thick with tension, like a rope pulled taut between two worlds—the one we had known, and the one we would build."You know what this means, don't you?" Cassia’s voice cut through the chaos, steady and unwavering, despite the raw power that clung to the atmosphere. She stepped beside me, her fingers brushing against mine as if offering me the strength I needed to do what I had always feared."I do." My voice was barely a whisper, the weight of the moment heavy in my chest.We stood together before the heart—once a symbol of my cursed bloodline, a force that had shaped me, controlled me, and threatened everything I held dear. Now, in this final moment, I had the power to destroy it. To break the chains, to s
Lucien's grip tightened on the jagged stone as he stood before the ruins, his chest heaving with the weight of what lay ahead. The last remnants of Varyn's influence clung to the very earth beneath his feet, an ancient power that had corrupted everything it touched, including him. He knew what he had to do. Destroy the heart, and free both himself and Cassia from the curse that had haunted them for so long. But the cost was unimaginable.I turned to him, my heart pounding in my chest. I could feel the weight of the decision pressing down on him, the torment in his eyes. "Lucien," I whispered, my voice shaking. "Are you sure about this? Once it's done, you might never be able to use magic again."He turned to me, the haunted look in his eyes softening ever so slightly. "I’ve already lost so much, Cassia. But if it means setting you free, if it means ending this nightmare once and for all... I’ll do it. Even if it costs me everything."I shook my head, my chest tight with a mixture of f
"Lucien, stop!" I grabbed his arm, tugging him back as he advanced into the ruins. The walls around us seemed to pulse, a faint shimmer of energy thrumming beneath our feet. The air felt thick, almost alive with a tension I could barely comprehend.He turned, his jaw clenched, eyes burning with an emotion I couldn’t place. "You want to stop? You want to run now, Cassia?""No." I shook my head, trying to steady my voice. "I don’t want to run, but I can’t let this illusion consume you. You’ve fought too long to let the past drag you back into the darkness. We have to trust each other, now more than ever."His eyes softened for a brief moment before they narrowed again, filled with uncertainty. "I thought I could control it. The void, the power, everything. But now... I don’t know what’s real anymore."I stepped closer, taking his hand in mine. His warmth was a comfort I didn’t want to lose. "This is real," I whispered, my heart pounding in my chest. "Our bond is real. We’ve survived the
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