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I kept my head down, gripping the hem of my worn dress as I moved through the crowded pack house, careful to avoid the warriors who stood talking in hushed, eager voices. Today was the annual summit—a day I had dreaded for as long as I can remember.
Alpha King Xander Black was coming. The name alone sent a chill down my spine. Everyone knew of him. A warrior without equal. A ruler so feared that even the most hardened Alphas lowered their heads in submission. And the man whose family was destroyed by a betrayal that would forever stain my name. Traitor's daughter. Cursed. Unwanted. The whispers followed me everywhere, the scornful glances, the disgusted sneer. I had learned to live with them. I had learned to be invisible. But today, the weight of their hatred was suffocating. I forced myself to focus on my task, arranging the ceremonial plates on the long banquet table. The Alpha King and his highest warriors would sit here, drinking fine wine and discussing politics—deciding the fate of wolves like me. I just needed to get through the evening without drawing attention to myself. But fate had never been kind to me. A sudden hush fell over the hall, so profound it sent a ripple of unease through my body. I didn't have to turn to know what had caused it. The air thickened with the scent of dominance and something far more dangerous—power. He had arrived. The doors swung open, and heavy boots echoed against the marble floor. I swallowed hard, but my body betrayed me, an involuntary shiver rolling down my spine. Every wolf in the room bowed their heads in submission, but I remained frozen, my heart hammering wildly in my chest. I could feel him. The moment was suffocating, an unseen force pressing down on my bones. I dared to lift my gaze. Alpha King Xander Black stood at the entrance, broad shouldered and imposing, his piercing silver eyes sweeping over the room. The black coat he wore barely concealed the raw, lethal strength in his frame. Scars marred the back of his hands—evidence of battles fought and won. I couldn't look away. And then it happened. A spark. A pull so strong it stole the air out of my lungs. Mate! Mate! My wolf howled in my head, and the room titled around me. The world shrank to the space between us, the invisible bond snapping into place like a chain forged in fire. No. No, no, no. I staggered backward, gripping the table for support. This wasn't possible. This wasn't happening. The Fates had to be crueler than I ever imagined because the most powerful Alpha in existence—the wolf who had every reason to hate me—was my fated mate. Xander stilled, his expression darkening as if he, too, had felt it. His silver eyes locked onto mine, and for a split second, something unreadable flickered across his face. Shock. Recognition. And then it was gone, replaced by something ice-cold. Hatred. The room held its breath as Xander took a step forward, towering over me like a storm about to break. His lips curled in disgust. “You," he said, his voice laced with venom and so much hatred. “You're my mate?" I couldn't speak, couldn't breathe. The entire hall watched in stunned silence. Then he did the unthinkable. Xander reached out, gripping my chin between his fingers, forcing me to meet his gaze. The moment our skin touched, a jolt of electricity surged through me, setting every nerve in my body on fire. But his touch was not tender—it was cruel, punishing. His eyes bore into mine, filled with nothing but loathing. “This is a mistake," he murmured, his voice dangerously low." The Fates have played a sick joke on me." My chest ached, but I refused to let him see my pain. I clenched my fists at my sides, willing myself not to tremble. Xander released me roughly, as if my very presence repulsed him and I'm sure it did. He turned to the room, his voice ringing with authority. “She is mine," he declared, and for a fleeting second, hope flared in my chest. Until he continued. “But not because I want her." His cold gaze cut back to me. “I will take her with me. And at the next full moon, I will reject her before the entire kingdom." A collective gasp rippled through the hall. I felt the world shatter beneath my feet. Xander turned on his heel and strode away, leaving me standing there—humiliated, hated and claimed by a man who despised my very existence. I wanted to scream. To run. To beg the Fates to undo this cruel, twisted mistake. But I did none of those things. This could be my life. I knew things were about to take a turn for the worse. This wasn't just any man we were talking about, it was the damn King. The very man my family betrayed. Instead of running, I stood frozen, my nails digging into my palms, my breath trapped in my lungs. The entire hall still buzzed with the weight of his words, with the horror of my fate. A rejection before the entire kingdom. A public display of his hatred. A final, crushing blow to remind me that I was nothing. I was going to be shown publicly as the one the moon goddess decided to curse him with. I could already imagine the whispers. 'She's an abomination,' 'A disgrace,' The words of hatred echoed in my head. My heart clenched, but I forced myself to straighten. If he thought I would crumble, that I would cower beneath his scorn like I had beneath the weight of this pack’s hatred all my life, he was wrong. I wasn’t just a traitor’s daughter. I wasn’t just cursed. I was his mate. And whether he liked it or not, that bond would not break so easily. So let him try to reject me.DANTE’S POVThe second that bathroom door clicked shut, my entire body lit up like someone flipped a switch. Victoria’s voice still echoed in my head. “Maybe we should make ours.” Make ours. A baby. Our baby. I was across the room before I even thought about it. The handle turned under my hand, the steam from the already-running shower slapped me in the face, and there she was—naked, red hair wet and sticking to her shoulders, water running down every curve I worshipped like a religion.She looked over her shoulder, biting that bottom lip, eyes shining with mischief and love and pure heat. I didn’t speak. Words were useless right now.Two steps and I had her.I grabbed her waist, spun her, and pressed her back against the cool tile wall. Her little gasp turned into the sexiest moan when my mouth found the spot right under her ear—my mark. I sucked hard, reminding her who she belonged to, who she chose, who she loved.“Dante…” My name on her lips broke the last thread of c
VICTORIA’S POVMy hands wouldn’t stop shaking.No matter how many times I told myself to breathe, no matter how many times I reminded myself that I survived worse things… my fingers trembled on my lap like I was a terrified child again.I hated it.Hated how weak it made me feel.Hated how much I needed Dante right now.The car was quiet except for the sound of the engine and my uneven breathing. Dante sat beside me, knee touching mine, calm as always — like the world could catch fire and he would still be in control.He noticed before I said anything.Of course he did.“Hey,” he murmured, reaching for my hands. “Look at me.”I tried. I really did. But my eyes were stuck on my shaking fingers.“Victoria,” he said again, gently.This time I forced my gaze up.His eyes softened the moment they met mine. Warm. Steady. Safe. The opposite of the storm inside my chest.“You’re trembling,” he said quietly, lifting my hands into his. “Calm down, sweetheart.”Sweetheart.I swallowed hard.Just
Dante's POV The first thing I felt when I woke up was warmth.Not sunlight.Not the comfortable heat coming from the blankets.Her.Victoria.Her body was tucked against mine, her head under my chin, her breath soft on my chest. The sun poured through the window behind us, turning her hair into this messy halo that made her look softer than she’d ever admit to being.A slow groan left my throat before I could stop it. My arms tightened around her automatically, pulling her closer.She shifted a little, sleepy and annoyed. “Dante…”I tightened my grip again.She sighed like I was the biggest problem she had ever faced. “You’re an Alpha,” she mumbled. “You’re not supposed to be lazy.”“I’m not lazy,” I said, voice thick with sleep. “I’m sick.”She lifted her head just enough to stare at me with that suspicious glare she always loved using on me. “You’re not sick.”“I am,” I insisted, pulling her tighter again. “I think… I think I’m dying.”She snorted. Actually snorted. “Oh please.”“I
VICTORIA’S POV“Before I kill you both,” she said softly, almost bored, “let’s get the Royal Heart, shall we?”My blood turned to ice.“What is your obsession with the Royal Heart? What do you want from him?”She laughed—loud, sharp, echoing off the wooden walls like something unholy.“You thought I lived for two hundred years and kept this beauty by luck?” she asked, her voice dripping with mockery.Dante groaned behind us, still suspended in the burning red chains. The glowing magic pulsed again, and he jerked with a raw, broken sound that tore into me like a blade.My mother’s laugh grew louder. Sinister. Wild.“No, darling,” she said. “I did it by stealing hearts. And not in the romantic way.”My stomach flipped.She pointed the black dagger at Dante without even looking at him. “I need his stupid heart for a spell. A very rare, very ancient spell. One that will make me forever young.”My heart hardened. I felt the anger tighten inside me like a fist.“You’re not getting it,” I sa
VICTORIA’S POVThe word slipped out of my mouth before I could even think.“What do you mean, mother?”She froze.Then she turned her head slowly—too slowly—like she wasn’t surprised at the question itself, only annoyed that I dared to ask it. Her lips curled into a smirk sharp enough to cut skin.“Don’t call me that.”Her voice wasn’t loud, but it hit me like a slap.She stepped closer, the thin hems of her long black dress brushing the floor like shadows come alive. “Do you know how torturous it was,” she hissed, “to hear you call me mother all these years?”My chest tightened. I felt Dante tense behind me, chained, weak, barely holding on.She laughed—low, cruel, amused. “Do I look like someone who can have a child?”My breath caught.“Your pathetic mother,” she continued, leaning in like she was sharing a secret, “was in the way. So I killed her.”The room spun.I didn’t move. I couldn’t.All I could do was stare at her, my throat tight, my heart beating too fast, too loud. Her wo
“No…” I whispered.Dante was on his knees in the middle of the cabin floor.His head hung low, black hair falling over his face. His hands—both of them—were raised above him, suspended in the air by thick bands of glowing red magic. It looked like molten lava, dripping and pulsing like it was alive. Every time the magic tightened, his muscles jerked. It must be painful.My vision blurred at the edges.“Mother—please don’t,” I breathed.She stood behind him.Waiting.Watching me.My mother’s expression was calm, almost bored, as if my heart wasn’t shattering right in front of her. Her long black cloak dragged across the wooden floor. Her eyes—cold, dark, endless—shined like she had already won.She lifted her chin slowly. “I knew you’d come.”I rushed toward Dante immediately, but she stepped into my path with a look so sharp it could slice skin.“Don’t.” Her voice cut through the air like a blade.I ignored her, moving right, trying to slip around.She moved with me.“Victoria,” she s







