LOGINSold to the cursed Alpha King. Hated by the man who was once her mate. Chosen by the monster everyone fears. Samantha was once the beloved daughter of an Alpha, until the day she failed to awaken her wolf and lost everything. Betrayed by the man she loved and offered to the ruthless Alpha King as payment for a pack debt, she expects a cruel death. Instead, she finds something far more dangerous. The King is cursed. Feared. Broken. And the only thing that can calm his madness… is her. When one night binds their fates together, Samantha becomes the King’s greatest weakness, and his only salvation. But in a world where she is nothing but a wolfless girl and he is a ruler drowning in darkness, love is a luxury neither of them can afford. And when Samantha overhears a secret that shatters her heart, she does the only thing she can to survive. She runs. But you can’t run from a mate bond. And you can’t hide from a cursed Alpha who has lost the only woman who could save him. He will find her. Even if he has to burn the entire kingdom to the ground.
View MoreTori POV The courtyard was emptying, guests streaming toward the exits, their voices a chaotic murmur of shock and speculation. Tori stood near the edge of the crowd, her hands clasped before her, her heart still pounding from the events of the past hour. She watched as Hecate helped Maddox to his feet. The king was pale, shaking, his body barely covered by the cloak she had draped over his shoulders. Beta Emrich moved to his other side, supporting him, guiding him toward the castle. The three of them disappeared through the great doors, swallowed by the shadows of the corridor. The festival was over. The moonlight was fading. But the memory of what had happened would linger for a long time. Hecate had done it. She had taken control. She had claimed the throne. Tori could not have been prouder. A warm hand touched her elbow. She turned to find Eilad standing beside her, his honey colored eyes still wide with wonder and confusion. "That was intense," he said, his voice low. "I h
Elsie POV The night garden was quiet, wrapped in shadows and the soft silver light of the moon. Elsie sat on a stone bench near the edge of the fountain, her back against Zuri's chest, Zuri's arms wrapped around her waist. The air was cool and carried the scent of night blooming jasmine, sweet and delicate, a fragrance that seemed to belong to another world. She had never liked gardens. In the Midnight Pack, the gardens were grey and sparse, the flowers few and far between. The plants that grew there were thorny and stubborn, clinging to life in soil that seemed determined to reject them. Elsie had spent her childhood avoiding those gardens, preferring the dark corridors of the manor, the quiet of her room, the company of her books. But this garden was different. This garden was alive. Spring had come to Emberclaw, and the flowers responded with enthusiasm. Roses climbed the trellises in shades of pink and cream. Tulips stood in neat rows, their petals catching the moonlight like
Elsie POV The Midnight Pack's manor rose from the frozen earth like a wound in the landscape, all black stone and sharp angles, its towers clawing at the grey sky. Elsie had grown up within these walls, had learned to walk on these cold floors, had learned to read in the dim light that filtered through the narrow windows. She knew every shadow, every secret, every whispered conversation that echoed through the corridors at night. The manor was not a place of warmth. It was not a home, not in the way other packs understood the word. It was a fortress. A sanctuary. A prison, depending on who was asking. Tonight, it was all three. Elsie sat at the vanity in her chambers, a heavy leather bound book open before her, its pages filled with cramped handwriting and dark diagrams. The text was ancient, written in a language that had died out centuries before her grandmother was born. She could read it fluently. Her mother had made sure of that. Zuri stood behind her, the silver handled b
Tori POV The courtyard was emptying, guests streaming toward the exits, their voices a chaotic murmur of shock and speculation. Tori stood near the edge of the crowd, her hands clasped before her, her heart still pounding from the events of the past hour. She watched as Hecate helped Maddox to his feet. The king was pale, shaking, his body barely covered by the cloak she had draped over his shoulders. Beta Emrich moved to his other side, supporting him, guiding him toward the castle. The three of them disappeared through the great doors, swallowed by the shadows of the corridor. The festival was over. The moonlight was fading. But the memory of what had happened would linger for a long time. Hecate had done it. She had taken control. She had claimed the throne. Tori could not have been prouder. A warm hand touched her elbow. She turned to find Eilad standing beside her, his honey colored eyes still wide with wonder and confusion. "That was intense," he said, his voice low. "I h
Samantha POVThe blade caught the light, and I knew I was going to die.Ranulf stood over me with the dagger raised, his grey eyes empty of anything but cold resolve. The guards held my arms pinned behind my back, their fingers digging into my wrists hard enough to leave bruises. I could not move.
Third POVThe throne room had never felt more like a cage.Maddox sat on the cold stone steps before his empty throne, his wrists bound in heavy iron chains that ran to anchors bolted into the floor. The silver in the metal bit into his skin, leaving welts that wept and healed and wept again. He h
Samantha POVThe cell was cold, but the wound on my wrist burned.I sat pressed into the farthest corner, my back against the damp stone, my knees drawn to my chest. The strip of fabric I had torn from the ragged shift they had thrown me was already soaked through, the dark stain spreading faster
Maddox moved through his private garden selecting dark crimson roses, wanting perfection for Samantha. The morning replayed in his mind, her laughter, their kiss, the bond surging between them. Anticipation filled his chest as he climbed to his chambers, bouquet raised like an offering. He pushed












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