LOGINIsla, the unwanted daughter of the Grayson family, has a shadow of rejection hovering over her. Her father, when he was alive, treated her with cold civility; her mother could barely tolerate her, and her sister despised her. After her sister travels abroad and refuses to come back, she is forced to marry her sister's fiance but her sister’s fiancé is not just any man; he is Alpha Lucien, the Alpha of Redridge Pack, who now hates her because of the marriage. After years of a loveless marriage, her sister returns and once again her life is pushed into a haul of negativity. She is banished from her home and left for dead but when it seems all hope is lost, she is saved by him. Alpha Killian, the lycan king, not only saves her but tells her she is his mate. After living a life of hardship, can she accept love when it comes from the most unlikely source? And how can she forget her past when it keeps coming back?
View MoreLiam’s POV Killian and I were buried in old scrolls and law books, going through them under the Alpha’s instruction, Isla’s instruction now, whether anyone said it out loud or not.She sat a few feet away on the couch, legs tucked beneath her, reading what looked like a novel, completely unbothered while we drowned in dust and ancient laws.“You know,” I said, letting one of the scrolls fall shut as I straightened, “you’re not even officially Alpha yet, and you’re already ordering a pack’s Beta around.”She didn’t look up immediately. When she did, there was that calm look on her face, the one that always felt intentional.“I thought this was voluntary,” she said. “Did I force anyone?”I huffed. Sarcasm. Definitely sarcasm. She absolutely coerced me into doing this.Killian rolled his neck lazily. “So what exactly should an Alpha like me be doing right now?” he asked.I turned to him. “That’s the thing. Th
Isla’s POVI didn’t wait for permission.I brushed past Liam, past the guard, my steps uneven but relentless. The corridor felt longer than it should have, each turn stretching time like it was testing how badly I wanted to reach him. My thoughts refused to settle, tumbling over each other, his voice, his apology, his hands shaking when he held Daphne’s, the way he’d looked at me like I was something he never deserved but was grateful to see anyway.I pushed into the chamber where they’d taken him.He was lying still, too still. Tubes, herbs, things I didn’t recognize surrounded him, attendants moving quietly, urgently, like they were afraid sound alone might finish what fate had started. Calista stood to one side, restrained, her face pale in a way I’d never seen before. For once, there was no smugness in her eyes. I went straight to him.“Father,” I said, the word unfamiliar and heavy on my tongue. I took his hand. It was warm, but weak, like it was already letting go of the str
Isla’s POVDaphne’s fingers trembled in his grasp.“I don’t know how to forgive a man who tried to erase me,” Daphne said at last, her voice low but steady. “I grew up believing I had a father somewhere, but my existence was a mistake everyone was trying to correct.”Her father stayed where he was, unmoving, as if standing would be a crime. “You have every right to hate me.”“I do,” she replied honestly. “But I’m tired of carrying it.”She pulled her hand free, not gently, not cruelly, just enough to remind him that forgiveness was not ownership. “I won’t forgive you today,” she said. “Maybe not tomorrow. But I won’t let what you did define who I become.”Something like relief crossed his face, mixed with pain so deep it seemed carved into him.“That is more mercy than I deserve,” he said.Thorne exhaled slowly, as though he’d been holding his breath since the truth first surfaced. He stepped forward, positioning himself between them, “The pack doesn’t need perfection,” he said. “It
Isla’s POV All around us, the Blackwood pack was still bowing. Heads lowered and their knees pressed to the earth. I shifted my body, suddenly unsure where to put myself. My hands felt useless at my sides. My name, Alpha, still echoed in my head like it belonged to someone else.“You don’t look relieved,” Thorne said quietly, lowering his voice so only I could hear. “Most people would be celebrating right now.”“I don’t know how to celebrate something I didn’t ask for,” I replied. “Or something I don’t fully understand yet.”He nodded once, accepting that without argument. “That’s fair. But understand this, no one here expects perfection from you. Your presence alone is enough for them, for us.”I glanced at the kneeling crowd again. Some looked up briefly, curiosity and reverence mixed in their eyes, then bowed again like they were afraid to offend fate itself.“Stand up,” I said suddenly.It c






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