INICIAR SESIÓNROGERNaraya's lips curled into a smile.Before I could process the movement, the bastard slipped his hand around her waist, pulling her against his side. Jasper slammed against my chest. “Mine. If he touches her again... I'll rip his throat.”I gulped. A slow suffocating heat rose to my neck.How dare he call ‘my mate’ his? How dare he gaze his lustful eyes at her? And Naraya… what was she thinking, parading a stray rogue into my territory? Into my homecoming ceremony?The taste of blood filled my mouth as my fangs lengthened. My claws throbbed beneath my skin, aching to tear this wolf limb by limb.And then there was the dress.Naraya wasn't wearing the white dress I had selected for her. Instead, she was poured into a scandalous, blood-red fabric that left her back entirely bare to the room. How dare she showcase what belonged to my eyes alone to the entire pack? Her face was painted, her eyes dark and smoky, transforming her into someone new and sultry.Just how dare they. All of
NARAYAHours LaterThe dress showed up as promised. For months, I had dreamed of the night I would finally deck myself out in it, presenting myself to the pack as their Alpha’s fated mate. But the moment the silk slipped from the box, it was met with a completely different fate.{He would appear in a red car.} Zilla's text flashed against my face.A small breathless smile grazed upon my lips. I can't believe I let her talk me into doing this.I tapped on my screen. {Fine. Focus, Toasty. You don't want to serve burnt food to the High Council, do you?}{You should ask me to poison the soups, not make it taste nicer. Tsk. You are such a softie. Any special requests for tonight?}I chuckled, reading her text. {Extra spicy, please.}{Request received, Your Majesty.} She attached her reply with a crown emoji.{Get lost.} I typed back. {See you on the floor.}My reflection greeted me the instant I set my phone down on the vanity mirror. I looked nothing like the broken she-wolf who had lost
NARAYA My declaration hung unanswered in the room, until a sharp bark of a laugh cut through the air. “What, did you sign up for comedy classes when I was away?” Roger said, the tension in his chest vibrating against my back as he laughed.“Do I look like I'm joking to you?”The amusement in his eyes disappeared for a minute, before breaking into another round of laughter. “Trust me, Naya, your acting skills are getting really good.”“Accept my rejection, Alpha!”Roger's arm slipped around me. His lips brushed the nape of my neck, warm and possessive. “My love,” he hummed. “I thought we've already gone over this?”“We have, and I have decided.” I swallowed. “I don't want to continue whatever this is with you.”“Don’t you think you're being a little unreasonable?” he snarled, fierce fire in his eyes. “I am an Alpha. Entitled to as many she-wolves as I so please. Do you expect me to beg for you?” He scoffed. “I thought we were in love?”“I thought so too.” I hissed. “That was before I
NARAYA“Tell me you are joking, Raya.” Zilla's eyes widened behind her glasses. I lowered my gaze, suddenly picking interest in tracing the lines in my palm.“I’m not.”“Geez, Raya, you are twenty-three, not eighteen. How could you let that happen?”Neither of us spoke for a moment as we let the music in the bar take over.“Was that why you wanted to propose to him?” her voice came in a whisper.I nodded a bit too casually while still playing with my palm.“Oh girl.” Her eyes moistened as she pulled my hands into hers. “Why didn't you tell me sooner?”Zilla didn't wait for a response and jumped right into her next question. “How far gone are you? I know a doctor friend. He can help you take care of—”“That’s exactly why I didn't tell you,” I interrupted, pulling my hands back. “Because I knew you’d suggested this.”“Don't tell me you are planning on keeping that…” she pointed at my belly, “—that thing, knowing full well the kind of monster its father is.”“Please, ma’am, keep your voi
NARAYAMost wolves reluctantly settle for the option of a chosen mate only when they have completely exhausted all hopes of finding their fated mate after decades of waiting. Or perhaps when their true fated mate passes from this world—that’s also after years of emptiness and loneliness.But those rules didn't apply to Alpha Roger.He had chosen my replacement even while I was standing right in front of him, alive and well. Telling me not to take anything to heart.“You look like you could use a drink,” a bartender at mine and Zilla's favourite hangout spot urged as I slid into a corner booth. This part of BloodMoon Pack was never truly asleep.“No. Water is fine,” I forced a smile so he could just leave me the fuck alone and get on with other orders.“Water coming up for table twelve, then,” he reciprocated my smile, his a little more cheerful, before disappearing into the section meant only for staff.I had actually thought Roger didn't mean what he said until he eventually went ups
NARAYA“Roger… where are you?” Melissa's voice drifted down the corridor. Her heels echoing closer.The aggressive heat in Roger's eyes melted into a cold panic. He dropped his hand from my shirt, stepping back just enough to break the intimate space between us.“Play along,” he whispered, his orbs boring into mine.“Yes, Naraya,” he started, even before my brain caught on. “I know Melissa isn't from around here. But she's the one my heart has chosen. She's the one I love. And I know the people of Bloodmoon Pack would accept her as well.”Roger's silver eyes softened for a second, flashing a desperate, pleading look into mine.“There you are,” Melissa smiled, coming into view.“Hey, darling.” Roger closed the distance between them, dragging me along. He tilted his body toward Melissa, and they shared a kiss. Again. “I just had a word with my sister. Hope I didn't keep you waiting?”“Not at all,” she replied warmly. “The kids were asking for their daddy.”Her green eyes moved toward me
NARAYA“Daddy? Who is this woman?”A cold, unexplainable ache ripped through my chest as the little boy’s words echoed in my head for a few seconds.My Roger... Daddy?I stared at Roger, waiting for an explanation. A laugh. An indication that the pup was lying, joking, or even wrong.But his face w
“The hardest lies to escape are the ones we tell ourselves for love.”NARAYA“You do know I’m still against you doing this, don’t you?” Zilla growled, stomping up the stairs behind me. Her fingers tightened around the flower basket.My jaw tightened. I took the remaining stairs two at a time and sk







