Se connecterThey said Alpha Draven was a monster deadly, bloodthirsty, cursed. That his pain was a death sentence for every woman who crossed his path, that no woman had ever left his bed alive. They said he sacrificed his brides, just to revive a body cursed beyond redemption. So why did my father choose me? Why was I offered has a substitute, a replacement bride meant to stand in for my sister, Angel? unwanted omega. They wanted obedience. my entire pack handed me over like worthless trash. And I was the price. One night with the monster that was my sentence. Afterward, I was expected to lose my life , because a weak omega like me cannot survive mating with an alpha. No right to want him. No right to crave him. But I do. I crave the monster without mercy. My body responds to his voice, his commands, his presence. I want more of him more than one night, more than a sacrifice meant to end me. My virginity was supposed to be a reward, a peace offering, even if it came wrapped in pain. But Alpha Draven doesn’t do love. He doesn’t believe in mates. His kind takes centuries to choose and those chosen never survive.
Voir plusThe following morning, while I was eating breakfast, the elders of the Shadowclaw Pack arrived. Not long after, I was summoned to Alpha Draven’s study room. When I stepped inside, the room felt heavy with authority. The elders sat in silence while Alpha Draven stood behind his desk, his expression unreadable. They told me that starting from today, I would work as his personal assistant at Whitmore Group. I nodded and agreed, even though it was the last thing I wanted. The elevator doors slid open with a soft chime, revealing the nerve center of the Whitmore Group. The Alpha's executive floor was a fortress of glass and steel, smelling of ozone, expensive cologne, and the underlying, sharp tang of high-stakes anxiety. I stepped out, my heels clicking rhythmically against the polished marble floor. Every head turned. I could feel their gazes curious, judgmental, predatory. But one scent cut through the sterile air like a knife: a cloying mixture of synthetic roses and bitter jealousy
By the time I returned to the mansion, the sky had already darkened into a dull shade of gray. Evening shadows stretched across the large stone walls of the Shadowclaw estate, making the place feel colder than it already was. I paused at the iron gates for a moment, hesitating before stepping inside. This place was supposed to be my home now but every time I walked through those doors, it felt more like a prison. The guards at the entrance barely spared me a glance, their eyes following me for only a second before returning to their posts. To them, I was nothing more than the unwanted bride the pack had delivered. Not Luna. Not family. Just an obligation they had been forced to accept. I pushed the heavy doors open and stepped into the mansion. A few servants moved quietly through the hallways, finishing the last of their duties. The long corridors were dimly lit by chandeliers hanging from the high ceiling, their golden light reflecting against the polished marble floors. My footst
The satisfaction of seeing Althea's face turn purple was sweet, but short-lived. As I turned on my heel to leave, her shock morphed into a screech that clawed at my eardrums.“Don't you walk away from me!”Althea lunged forward, though she didn't dare touch me. Her voice echoed off the high, vaulted ceiling of the hallway.“You think you've won just because you warmed his bed for a night? He will never Mark you! He's going to Reject you the moment he gets the chance, you stray!”I paused, my hand tightening on the strap of my trunk. My Inner Wolf growled low in my chest, urging me to snap back, to show this pup her place.But before I could open my mouth, the heavy oak door behind us flew open with a force that shook the floorboards.A wave of power, cold and suffocating, slammed into the corridor. It was pure Alpha command.Draven stood in the doorway, a pair of dark sweatpants hanging low on his hips, his chest heaving. The golden light in his eyes hadn't fully faded, swirling with
The darkness was heavy, but for the first time in years, it wasn't cold. It was a living, breathing weight that wrapped around me like a shield. I was floating in a haze of sleep, drifting on a sea of cedar and ozone. Something hard and warm was pressed against my back, a furnace of body heat that seeped through my thin shirt. A heavy arm was draped possessively over my waist, pulling me flush against a solid chest. My Inner Wolf, usually a vigilant sentry, was practically purring in the back of my mind. Mate, she sighed, curling up in the warmth. Safe. I nuzzled backward instinctively, seeking more of that intoxicating heat. A low rumble groan vibrated against my spine a sound of deep, unconscious contentment. Then, the world shattered. BANG. BANG. BANG. The pounding on the door echoed like gunshots. Draven"! Whitmore! Are you in there?" Althea's shrill voice pierced the sanctuary of the room. "I need to speak to you! It's urgent!" The arm around my waist tightened violently, not






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