Mag-log inAnya thought she would become the new Alpha leader, but on that special night, everything was taken from her. Her boyfriend, Caleb, who was supposed to be her partner, said no to her in front of everyone and chose her sister, Seraphina, instead. Then, her father signed a paper that sold Anya's whole future. Anya's new groom is the mean and scary leader, Alpha Ronan Thorne. People call him the "Night God" because he rules a huge pack. The rumors say he was badly hurt in a war that he is crippled and his face is messed up. No woman wants to marry him. Anya's family is happy, thinking a marriage with her will make Ronan fail, so they can get a big reward from the King. But when Anya arrives at Ronan's dark house, she finds a man who is not broken at all. Ronan’s eyes burn with cold anger, and his power is very much intact. He knows exactly why her family sent her. As Anya tries to find out the truth about his injuries and save her sick brother, she realizes she hasn't just been sent to a prison, but to the middle of a much bigger, scarier game.
view more“Of course it’s always my fault. Did I force you to marry me? Did I force you to give birth to her? Please shut up, Sarah.” My dad yelled from the bedroom and I could hear his voice from the parlor.
They have began their usual quarreling again.
“I shouldn’t have gotten married to you. It was the biggest mistake I made in my life. I’m regretting it everyday. You know what? I’m done in this marriage. I want a divorce, Dante. And also custody of Elisa.”
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My mum, Sarah, always wanted to be an actress, but when she got pregnant for my dad, Dante, who was poor, she could not fulfill her dreams anymore and had to marry him, eventually becoming a full house wife.
Growing up, I always saw my parents quarreling over little issues and my mum always saying she regretted getting married to dad and getting pregnant for him. So when they divorced, I was not surprised.
It been two years now after the divorce, mum had gotten remarried to Reggie Fisher, and now we were moving from Sky city where I used to live with mum’s parents to Vatican city where Reggie lives because he’s my stepfather now. Even though Reggie is poor, I still wonder what mum saw in him that made her get remarried to him.
As the car continue driving to Vatican City, I kept thinking about getting out of here as soon as possible. I could not wait till I turned eighteen years to leave mum and stay alone.
To say that I've hated living with my mother for this two years would be an understatement. She acted as if I didn’t exist— maybe blaming me for her divorce with dad, and I also keep my distance from her. Mum didn’t even bother about what I’ll eat everyday, and if not for dad giving me money every month’s end, I wonder how I would cope. And now that I’m in a new town with her and her new husband far away from dad, I couldn't help but assume the worst.
Reggie’s compound was old. It was a two-bedroom apartment in the worst town in Vatican City when we got here.
As we got inside, I saw the cracked yellow paint on the wall of the parlor, giving it an aged appearance. Mum directed me to my own room, and I made my way upstairs with my big suitcase.
As I entered my room, I noticed that the paint was flaking off the walls. I looked around after dropping my suitcase on the ground. The far wall was occupied by a tiny
wardrobe and a king-sized bed.
After cleaning the dirty wardrobe, I put my clothes inside and selected out the outfit for tomorrow's school registration. Mum was going to enroll me in a public school in town.
I hurried downstairs after stuffing my debit card into my back pocket.
Mum was putting our photos on the wall with her back to me when I got downstairs to the parlor.
"Where do you think you're going?" As I opened the front door, she yelled and turned to look at me.
She didn’t use to give a damn where I went before, so why now?
"I'm gonna go find something for dinner." I said and frowned.
I had long since stopped eating with her. I refused to give her any of the money I got from dad. I was even living with her because the court had appointed her as my legal guardian until I turned eighteen. If not, I would have preferred living with dad instead.
"Get me cookies also.” Reggie said.
I clenched my teeth. "I'm seventeen, how do you expect me to get money to buy the cookies for you?”
I ignored Reggie’s grumbling and left through the front door. I stepped out onto the main road. I didn't know where I was heading. I shifted my gaze a couple of times to the left and then to the right. I just needed to look for a place where snacks were sold. I could get maybe potato chips and a bottle of water.
After about ten minutes of walking the road, I was relieved to see a tiny store.
I greeted the cashier, a young lady not much older than I was, as I entered the store. I went to the register after grabbing a bag of potato chips, and bottle water.
“You have really pretty eyes.” The cashier said.
“Thanks.” I responded.
"You’re new here right?"she asked again as I paid with my card.
"Yes. Is that really obvious?" I laughed as I asked. It was obvious that the town wasn't big, even if I haven't seen much of it.
She nodded. "This town is small. The majority of the town's residents live in homes farther out in the woods.”
It sounded odd, so I wrinkled my brows. "Residents lives farther in the woods? Why do they not live here instead?”
"I'm not sure. It appears that they value their privacy.” She responded.
I was a little bewildered when I exited the store. Since this town was small, people would definitely notice me. I couldn’t wait to leave this town and get away from mum soon.
[Anya’s POV]The armored escape car sped away from the glittering, shattered chaos of the Crystalwood Ballroom. The adrenaline that had fueled my voice during the scream and my body during the retreat was now receding, leaving me shaking, weak, and cold. I was no longer the frightened Luna, but I wasn't entirely the fearless partner either. My heart hammered against the cold obsidian of the Band on my finger, marking the frantic rhythm of survival.Ronan sat beside me, no longer the crippled figure, but a man coiled tight with controlled power. He hadn't spoken since we left the perimeter, his focus entirely on the reports coming through the comms. Alaric was in the driver’s seat, his face a mask of granite, coordinating the cleanup and the official story for the media (the official line would be a "rogue pack disturbance," protecting Ronan's lie for now).The silence was suffocating. I needed to act before the shock paralyzed me. I reached into my hand and pulled out the small, damp
[Alpha Ronan Thorne’s POV]The impact of the sniper’s shot, a sharp, muffled CRACK! was followed by the sickening sound of plaster and glass showering onto the velvet carpet. I lay low behind the toppled velvet partition, my heart hammering a furious rhythm against my ribs. I was breathing hard, the transition from the defeated cripple to the combat-ready Alpha having cost me valuable cover. My physical strength was exposed to any high-level Vorlag agent still active in the room.The immediate conflict was absolute. I had time for two objectives: secure the intelligence (Caleb) and ensure my Luna’s safety. The sniper, who was neutralized moments later by Alaric's perimeter teams, was a secondary concern."Sniper down! Alpha, what is your status?" Alaric's voice screamed through the comms, laced with panic."Containment," I bit out, my voice rough. "Caleb is the priority. He's at the main doors."Anya's scream, her brilliant, life-saving shriek of "Fire!", had bought me the necessary s
Chapter 30: The Aftermath of the Lie[Alpha Ronan Thorne’s POV]The air in the Crystalwood Ballroom tasted like burnt gunpowder and panicked adrenaline. I stood, breathing hard, concealed partially by the heavy velvet curtain where the sniper had just been neutralized. My cover, the carefully maintained facade of the "crippled Alpha" was compromised, but my life, and the political document Anya had secured, were intact. The immediate conflict was absolute: I had to revert to the cripple before any remaining witness could confirm my strength."Alpha!" Alaric’s voice was a sharp hiss in my comms. "Containment is active! Get back in the chair! Now!"I didn't argue. With a silent curse, I forced my powerful legs to transition, pushing myself back into the abandoned wheelchair. I slumped my shoulders, letting my head hang slightly, immediately adopting the posture of a man severely weakened by the shock of the attack. The speed of my recovery was irrelevant; the visual evidence was eve
[Anya’s POV]The ballroom had dissolved into a sea of confused faces and panicked whispers the moment Ronan began his loud, deliberate "coughing fit." His display of critical health was the perfect diversion, buying me the few precious seconds I needed to cross the floor. My heart hammered against the cold stone of the Obsidian Band on my finger, a relentless drumbeat marking the final minutes before midnight.I moved against the flow of the crowd, weaving past terrified society women and bewildered pack leaders who were rushing toward the perceived source of danger, Ronan’s collapsing form. I was a phantom in the emerald gown, my focus absolute, my eyes fixed on the shadows beneath the elevated balcony. I could still hear the frantic, muffled noise of Ronan's staged collapse, followed by the sound of the wheelchair crashing away, a sound I knew meant he had deployed his own powerful legs. He’s standing. He’s moving. I have to secure the sniper before he exposes himself.My only i
[Alpha Ronan Thorne’s POV]The subtle nod Caleb gave the figure on the balcony was the clock striking midnight. The charade was over. The game had accelerated from surveillance to immediate execution. I felt Anya’s grip tighten on the handles of my wheelchair, her body tensing as she registered t
[Anya’s POV]My body was a beautifully engineered cage, confining my fury to a silent, constant hum beneath the surface of the emerald gown. I moved Ronan's wheelchair slowly through the crowded ballroom, my posture the picture of fragile, dutiful despair. The scent of champagne and political amb
[Alpha Ronan Thorne’s POV]The final layer of Vesper's treason that he sold his children to acquire the Alpha title landed with cold, absolute certainty. I watched Anya's face, the subtle devastation in her eyes confirming the urgency of the document. Vesper hadn't been motivated by desperate finan
[Anya’s POV]The small, shielded communications lab in the eastern wing was stark and cold, but it felt safer than my own luxurious suite. Ronan had cleared the room personally, the same way he cleared his conscience: ruthlessly and completely. I sat facing the microphone, the plastic-wrapped evi
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