LOGINThey 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.
View MoreThe stone walls of the secondary wing felt like a tomb, but I didn't have time to cry over the marriage I thought I had built. I stood in the center of my old guest room, the silver vial of counter-toxin resting heavy against my palm.To save Draven, I had to get close enough to give it to him without alerting Cordelia's guards or my stepsister's eyes. The engagement banquet was scheduled for tomorrow evening. I had less than twenty-four hours to break the hold of the Lunaria Root before the alliance was finalized in front of the high court.A sharp knock at my door broke the silence.I slipped the vial back into my sleeve, my muscles tensing as my inner wolf bared her fangs. "Enter."The door swung open, and Angelica stepped inside. She had already changed into a deep purple velvet robe stolen from the master suite's guest wardrobe. Her venomous smile was fully intact as she closed the door behind her, locking it with a slow twist of her wrist."Still hiding in the dark, Aurora?" Ang
The suffocating weight of my royal aura still vibrated through the stone pillars of the grand hall, leaving the elders and the foreign delegates paralyzed in their seats. Angel was still trembling, her hands gripping the edge of the mahogany table as she stared at the silver Nightveil amulet in shock.I turned my head to look at Draven, expecting to see the fierce pride that always filled his golden eyes when we stood together against the court.Instead, he was completely frozen.Draven sat on the Alpha’s throne, his broad chest rigid, his jaw clenched so tightly a vein throbbed in his temple. His golden irises were completely blown out, turning his eyes a vacant black. He wasn't looking at me. He was staring straight ahead into empty space, his breathing shallow and robotic.Something was wrong.Before I could step back toward the dais, Elder Thomas stood up from the lower table. The terror that had turned his face pale only moments ago had vanished, replaced by a grim resolve. He di
The heavy oak doors of the master suite shut out the freezing draft of the corridor, but the silence inside the room was thick with an impending storm. Draven didn’t let go of my hand. He pulled me toward the center of the room, his movements tight, his chest still heaving with the residual adrenaline of his near-fatal encounter with Julian.I looked at my reflection in the polished glass. The forest-green silk gown was slightly rumpled from the chaos in the solarium, but my eyes the sharp, lethal green of the Nightveil line were entirely clear. The meek, accommodating placeholder who had arrived at this estate in a transport convoy was gone. Angelica’s desperate attempt to use Julian had stripped away the last of my patience.A faint, rustling sound from the adjoining balcony made us both freeze.Draven’s head snapped toward the grand French doors that led out to the snow-covered terrace. His nostrils flared, his sharp Alpha senses instantly cutting through the room’s scent profile.
The heavy winter snow continued to blanket the Whitmore estate, burying the courtyard in a deceptive white peace. Inside the eastern wing, the air was thick with conspiracy. Angelica stood by the frosted window of Lady Valerie’s chambers, a glass of dark northern wine resting untouched in her hand."Draven’s mother has practically handed me the key to his bedroom," Angel said, her voice dripping with venomous satisfaction. "But a physical trap isn't enough. Not yet. His wolf is too hyper-vigilant right now. If I step onto that balcony while he’s still entirely consumed by his possessive haze over Aurora, he might actually tear my throat out before his instincts realize I’m offering myself."Valerie sat at her vanity, sharpening a small silver hunting dagger with a smooth, rhythmic *scritch-scratch*. She didn't look up, her ice-blue eyes fixed on the blade. "Then we need to break that focus. An Alpha’s protective instinct is a powerful shield, but it is also his greatest vulnerability.






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