Se connecterMaya’s POVUlric enrages me.First, he buys me like a doll.Then he convinces me I am his equal.And just as I start to believe him… he reminds me exactly how much control he has, making sure I understand that I am beneath him.He is such a hypocrite.He is so… aggravating.He smells so good.His hands are so warm.My breath catches as I remember the way he touched me earlier. Before I can stop myself, my hands slip between my thighs as the memory replays in my head.My traitorous body reacting to a man I am not even sure I trust.Footsteps entering the dining room snap me out of my thoughts.I quickly pull my hands away.I am still wearing my night dress.It’s Ulric.His eyes immediately darken.“Maya… where are your clothes?” he asks sharply.“What do you mean? I'm eating my cereal,” I say casually, shoving a spoonful of Frooty Puffs into my mouth.“You cannot sit here like that,” his voice rises. “Not dressed like that, Maya.”“Why not?” I ask, crunching loudly. “This is my house t
Ulric’s POV:I can't stop thinking about Maya.Her body. The way her hair smells.This woman is driving me insane.Mark her, Fenrir growls inside me, restless and impatient. She is ours.I run a hand through my hair and pace back and forth in my father's study, trying to quiet the beast inside me. I don't know how much longer I can hold him back.I feel my father's presence before he even opens the door.“Ulric, my boy. I am proud of you.”His deep voice fills the room as he walks in like he owns the very air I breathe. He moves past me and lowers himself into his large leather chair like a king on his throne.I sit across from him, but I do not relax.“Father, there is no time for this. The Silver Water Pack has infiltrated our territory. They want Maya.”I ignore the usual formalities. This is bigger than protocol.He scoffs.“Why would you say that?”“We have one of their Omegas in the dungeon. He talked after some persuasion. Cole Sinclair claims to be my wife-to-be’s fated mate.”
Cole’s POV:Those fucking idiots.A growl tears from my throat as I pace back and forth across Madam Sherry’s office.They were only supposed to scout the area. Watch and report. Nothing more. Instead, those uneducated imbeciles decided it would be a good idea to attack the Alpha of the very territory they were infiltrating.I should have gone myself.I wouldn’t have been caught.The door creaks open behind me followed by the clicking of heavy heels against tile.Madam Sherry.I’m in serious trouble.She moves past me without a word and slides gracefully into her leather chair. I position myself in front of her desk, already running through possible explanations, possible solutions, anything that might salvage the situation. I open my mouth to speak.She raises one finger.Silence.“I don’t want to hear it, Cole,” she says coldly.“They didn’t follow orders, Sherry. This isn’t on me,” I say, trying to keep my voice steady.“It doesn’t matter now, you idiot!” she snaps, slamming both h
Maya’s POV:I wake to the feeling of a hand brushing my face. My eyes flutter open. His face comes into focus.Ulric.The memories from the previous night rush through my head. Fenrir. The woods. The wolf attack.Ulric.Somehow, I feel free. I do not feel fear. I feel defiance and strength. Sitting here, in what seems to be his bed, I do not feel shame. I feel empowered.I am his Luna. Fenrir made that clear to me.“What happened last night? Why did that wolf attack you? Was it a member from your pack?” I ask.“No. A mutt from the Silver Water Pack. Cole and Madam Sherry sent him,” Ulric says, disgust curling his words.My body tenses. Even here, protected by a powerful Alpha, my past still comes for me. Cole wants me. My body. My soul. I shiver at the thought of him. My body does not forget his touch.The sound of his belt cutting into my flesh never leaves my memory.I do not even realise I am shaking until Ulric holds my face.“Maya, are you okay?”His voice sounds far away. My brea
Fenrir’s POV:The night belongs to me. I feel the cold air cutting through my fur as I run. Dirt goes flying as my paws hit the ground. The forest blurs around me in streaks of shadow and silver moonlight. This feels like victory. I feel victorious.And on my back?Mine.What I feel can only be described as ecstasy. There are no other words for it. I can feel Ulric’s joy flowing through me like blood in my veins.She trusts us. I let Ulric know.Nothing else matters now. She trusts us. All I care about is her sitting there without fear and laughing instead of screaming.Mine. I cherish you, Maya. I say to myself, letting out a low growl unintentionally.She barely notices. I can hear her laughing and screaming on my back. Her fingers are tangled in my fur, her chin resting slightly on the back of my neck.This is happiness.Her laughter echoes through the woods. That is probably the most dangerous sound I have ever heard.Now I know that I will destroy anyone or anything that tries to
Maya's POV:Protection. This is the reason why I am going to marry Ulric. I won’t let Cole, or anyone like him, get their filthy hands on me again. I will make sure Cole is held accountable.He will pay.I will take advantage of everything Ulric has to offer: the training, the werewolf pack, the money, the protection.I will follow his stupid rules, be the meek, submissive wife he wants. I will even give him his heir.But I will find Cole, and I will kill him, even if it is the last thing I do.I lay awake in my bed, tossing and turning, then turn to see the digital clock on my bedside table. The clock reads 1:42 am.My nightdress is sticking to my body. I need air. I feel suffocated.I scramble out of bed and decide to go find a glass of water. I walk out the door and enter the massive hallway. I followed a path to Ulric's office earlier; now I just need to find the damn kitchen. Why does one man need such a massive house?After what feels like twenty-five minutes and passing wh
Ulric’s POV:She has read it by now. I can feel it in my bones as Fenrir paces restlessly in my head, silent but impatient since she woke.Fenrir, down! I growl in my mind.Fenrir claws at my conscience. I am not your dog. I am your equal. Remember, Ulric. I will not warn you. We are both one Alpha
Maya's POV:I stare at the letter long after I finish reading. My hands are trembling.A wolf.My eyes move back to that line again.I am a wolf.A shaky breath escapes me."No," I whisper into an empty room. "That isn't possible."People don't just turn into animals. This isn't some fantasy novel.
Page One:A letter from Ulric to Maya.Dear Maya,I know this seems strange. I know you are scared. But you do not need to be afraid of me.Why should you trust me? That is a fair question. So let me begin at the beginning.I am a wolf.Yes, you read that correctly. I am a wolf. And to your kind,
Maya's POV:I wake with a violent gasp. For a moment, I don't know where I am.Slowly, I push myself up in a sitting position.I look around. Brown wallpaper covers the walls, patterned with delicate green leaves. A wooden desk stands beside a tall window to my left, paired with a small cushioned ch







