LOGIN"Ava, be straight with me," Lisa’s voice crackled through the link. "Is another Great House backing us? This path cleared too easily."
"I have an ally in the shadows," I replied, glancing at the silent, powerful man steering the car. "I can't reveal his mark just yet. But the thought of Blake’s face as his empire cracks is enough to keep my wolf fed for a month."
Lisa assumed my birth pack had finally stepped in. She had no inkling that I was now the Luna of the Vale Hills Estate, bound to the most feared wolf in the territories.
"Are you planning to use this momentum to break your blood-oath with Turner Studios?" Connor asked later that evening. We were seated in a secluded alcove of a high-altitude lodge, the city lights twinkling below like distant embers.
"No," I said, tearing a piece of rustic bread with a sharp smile. "That would be too merciful. I’m going to dismantle them from the inside. I’m reclaiming my place on the Pacific Crown runways, and I’ll use Blake’s own resources to fuel my ascent."
"You speak from a place of cold fury," Connor noted, his dark eyes tracking my every move. "What if the fire fades? What if you stop hating him?"
"I don't turn back, Connor. When I commit my heart, it’s absolute. When I’m betrayed, I don't just leave—I eradicate."
I was still reeling from the fact that Blake hadn't even reached out to check if I was safe. Instead, he had tried to feed me to the vultures to protect his own skin. He would never get that chance again. Connor remained quiet, his interest in me clearly deepening. He knew I was sharp enough to be dangerous, and I knew I couldn't hide my scent from him, so I offered him total transparency.
"Between us, there is only the truth," Connor murmured. "I’ve secured the Celestial Suite at this lodge for the night. My estate is too cold for a wedding night."
My skin flushed a deep crimson, but I gave a firm nod. "Lead the way."
While Blake was busy howling into phones, trying to bribe the elders and manage Riley’s pregnancy scandal, I was being led into a chamber that took my breath away. It wasn't just a room; it was a sanctuary draped in white furs and scented with moon-lilies. Connor had arranged a wedding suite for a marriage of convenience. I felt a surge of genuine warmth for this "stranger."
"I’ll wash away the scent of the day first," Connor said, shedding his jacket. His frame was broader than I had imagined, all corded muscle and raw power. "Take this time to breathe. There is no pressure, Ava. If your wolf isn't ready for the bonding tonight, we wait. I won't claim a mate who isn't certain."
I watched him disappear into the steaming ensuite. He was a King, yet he was offering me a choice. The attraction I felt wasn't just physical; it was a pull of the soul. I made my decision. I shed my doubts, pushed open the door, and joined him in the heat of the water.
He turned, eyes widening in surprise as I embraced him, my clothes soaking through instantly. "I have no regrets about this bond," I whispered.
"Are you certain, Ava?" His voice was a low, seductive growl that vibrated in my chest.
"Beyond a doubt."
His restraint snapped. He pulled me flush against his chest, his lips crashing onto mine with a hunger that made my knees weak. As he skillfully unfastened my sodden dress, my senses ignited. I had never felt a fire like this. I traced the contours of his face, noting a small, dark mark on his earlobe and eyes so deep they felt like they could swallow my very spirit.
He carried me, wrapped in a heavy towel, to the bed of rose petals. But as our bodies finally sought to become one, a sharp, unexpected barrier stopped him. I gasped, a small cry of pain escaping me. Connor recoiled instantly, pulling the furs over us.
He had assumed, given my years in the industry and my history with Blake, that I was experienced. The truth was written in my scent now—a purity he hadn't expected.
"Why didn't you tell me you were unblemished?" he asked, his voice thick with a mix of guilt and wonder.
"I didn't know how to bring it up to a High Alpha," I breathed, huddled against the heat of his shoulder.
He rose, lifting me gently to carry me back to the warm water of the tub. He looked genuinely worried, which made me let out a soft laugh. "You're nothing like the cold tyrant the pack-tales describe."
"To the world, I am a beast with no mercy," he said, turning on the taps. "But you are my Luna. You are under my skin now. But heed this, Ava: a lie is a poison to me. If you ever betray our pack-bond, there is no path back."
I sat up, my nose brushing his. "What a coincidence. I hold my enemies to the same standard."
We didn't complete the physical act that night, but our spirits were irrevocably knotted.
The next morning, the sun was high over the mountains when I woke. The bed beside me was cool, but I found Connor in the living area, prowling through reports with a predatory focus.
"New garments are being delivered," he said without looking up. "We leave when you’ve found your feet."
Just then, my phone shrieked on the nightstand. The caller ID flashed: Blake Turner.
I looked at Connor, who arched a dark brow, a challenge in his eyes. "Do you want your Alpha to answer that, or shall you?"
"The time isn't right, Connor," I said, my voice steady despite the electricity hum between us. I took the device from him, placing it on the table between us and hitting the speaker."Ava? Where the hell are you?" Blake’s voice barked through the line, sharp and demanding."I had to go to ground, Blake. The reporters were scenting blood after the showcase," I replied, my tone flat, masking the disgust that curdled in my gut."Then you haven't heard what Lisa did?" He sounded like he was pacing a cage. "She’s thrown the pack into a frenzy. Turner Studios is under siege by the High Council. I need you back at the den immediately to prepare for a public address. You’re going to clear the Studio’s name and swear this was all a misunderstanding."A public address, I thought bitterly. Another sacrificial altar where he expects me to lay down my neck."Fine," I said, playing the role of the submissive mate one last time. "I’m on my way."I cut the link. Connor was watching me, his dark eyes
"Ava, be straight with me," Lisa’s voice crackled through the link. "Is another Great House backing us? This path cleared too easily.""I have an ally in the shadows," I replied, glancing at the silent, powerful man steering the car. "I can't reveal his mark just yet. But the thought of Blake’s face as his empire cracks is enough to keep my wolf fed for a month."Lisa assumed my birth pack had finally stepped in. She had no inkling that I was now the Luna of the Vale Hills Estate, bound to the most feared wolf in the territories."Are you planning to use this momentum to break your blood-oath with Turner Studios?" Connor asked later that evening. We were seated in a secluded alcove of a high-altitude lodge, the city lights twinkling below like distant embers."No," I said, tearing a piece of rustic bread with a sharp smile. "That would be too merciful. I’m going to dismantle them from the inside. I’m reclaiming my place on the Pacific Crown runways, and I’ll use Blake’s own resources
The media packs were in a fever dream. What did the Alpha of the Vale mean? Was he truly marking Ava Hart as a protected wolf of the Vale Media Group? To the journalists, it was no longer a joke. Seeing Connor's shadow over me, the reporters pivoted like scared pups, turning their fangs toward Turner Studios instead.The fallout was instantaneous. Blake’s enforcers were already scrambling to find a scapegoat, starting with Riley’s personal handler. I watched the chaos from a distance, my inner wolf as still as a frozen lake. I stripped off the silk gown, donned my leather gear, and slipped out the side exit of the arena.Waiting for me was Connor’s sleek, midnight-black transport."Get in," he commanded, his voice vibrating through the glass. I slid into the leather interior, the scent of expensive cedar and rain washing over me. "Thank you for the intervention today," I whispered.Connor’s eyes narrowed, a wolfish smirk dancing on his lips. "Did you honestly think I’d allow common cu
I felt the corners of my mouth lift in a secret, predatory curve. I lowered the hem of my silk gown, moving with a silent, feline grace toward the shadows of the rafters. The gold filigree mask pressed against my skin, hiding the face of the woman Blake Turner thought he had broken. He had forgotten one thing: three years ago, before I retreated into his shadow, the Pacific Crown Gala whispered my name in awe. My scent and my stride were legendary among the high-ranking packs.Just as the audience of elders and pack leaders reached the peak of their boredom, I descended. I didn't just sit on that chair; I reclaimed a throne. As I was lowered into the glare of the silver spotlights, a collective gasp rippled through the hall. The Crown Star—the sacred jewelry meant to be the climax—was nowhere to be seen.Panic erupted backstage. I could scent Gary’s sweat from fifty feet away. Stylists and enforcers scrambled, eyes darting, thinking the treasure was lost. They even rushed the stage, f
The shift in my life felt as jagged as a wolf’s tooth. I couldn't believe the audacity pulsing through my veins; I had actually bound my soul to a high-ranking stranger. But the blood-oath was struck, and looking back was a luxury I couldn't afford. I climbed back into my sleek black SUV, but before I could ignite the engine to leave the Downtown Civic Registry, my phone howled. It was Blake."Ava, where are you lurking?""Just outside the Registry. I'm heading back to the den," I replied, my voice as cool as a winter moon."Change of plans. Riley has a critical showcase for the pack elders, and I need you to phase in for her immediately. I’ll have the stylists provide a silver masquerade mask. Under the stage lights, no one will distinguish your scent or your face from hers," he commanded. He wasn't speaking as my intended mate; he was barking orders like an Alpha to a subordinate."Since Riley is 'incapacitated,' you have to shoulder this burden for the pride of the studio.""I thou
The scent of cheap whiskey and betrayal is what finally woke me.My head throbbed with a dull, silver-laced ache. I remember Riley Knox—my supposed best friend—toasting to my "last night of freedom" at the pack tavern. I must have shifted too close to my limit because the world was a blur. My mate, Blake Turner, had carried me back to our den in the city, tucking me into the furs of our bed.I forced my eyes open, my wolf, Kaia, growling low in the back of my mind. She smelled something foul. Across the dimly lit room, two silhouettes were entwined, their shadows dancing against the stone walls in a passionate, frantic rhythm."Riley, stop," a voice hissed. It was Blake. "Ava just fell into a deep sleep. The moon-ale hit her hard."He gripped Riley’s waist, pulling her closer instead of pushing her away."Scared she’ll catch us?" Riley purred, her voice grating against my ears like sandpaper. "You’re marking her as your Luna tomorrow. Give yourself to me tonight, Alpha. Let me have wh







