FAZER LOGINI was sold to an alpha who never wanted me. For three years, Raynard Lightsky has ignored me, rejected me and never touched me until my twenty-eighth birthday, when I collapsed. Now my wolf is dying. The healer gave me two weeks to live unless my mate knots me, fills me, and claims me. But my mate still refuses. I’m done begging. If he won’t save me willingly, then I’ll make him feel it…every glance, every touch, every moment he’s denied me. I’ll make him jealous. I’ll make him obsessed. I’ll make him lose control. Two weeks… my last heat. And before it’s over, I’ll make my cold, untouchable alpha burn for me… —even if it destroys us both.
Ver maisJulie's POV My phone felt heavy in my trembling hands as I sat on the edge of the bed, the silk robe still hanging loosely around my body. The dream refused to fade, the heat of Raynard’s tongue, the stretch of his fingers inside me, my own broken pleas echoing in my ears. My skin was still flushed, my core aching with unfulfilled need, and the air conditioning did nothing to cool the shame burning through me.I dialed my father’s number before courage failed me completely. The line rang once… twice…“Hello, Julie.”His voice was clipped, already laced with that familiar impatience that made my stomach drop.“Hey, Dad.”“Hey to you too.” He paused, and I could almost see him leaning back in his office chair, rubbing his temple the way he always did when I disappointed him. “Now what’s this nonsense I hear about you getting a divorce? Where did you learn that from, huh? Have you lost your mind completely?”I swallowed the lump in my throat, gripping the phone tighter. “Dad… it’s not
Julie's POV The Luna’s quarters felt heavier that evening, the air thick with anticipation and dread. After a tense dinner where Raynard had barely spoken two words to me, I retreated to the shower, hoping the hot water would soothe my frayed nerves and wash away the sting of his earlier dismissal.Steam billowed around me, fogging the marble walls and the large glass enclosure. I stood under the spray, letting it cascade over my bare skin, my hands moving mechanically with the soap.My mind, however, refused to be quiet. The forged diagnosis echoed in my thoughts—two months to live unless I mated with him repeatedly. My wolf was so weak, yet the mere idea of Raynard’s touch made her stir with desperate longing. I lathered soap over my arms, my breasts, my stomach, trying not to imagine his hands doing the same. But the images came anyway, unbidden and vivid.Then the bathroom door clicked open.I gasped, the soap slipping from my fingers as Raynard stepped inside without a single wo
Julie's POV My words hung in the air like a live grenade.He just kept looking at me like I'd spoken a strange language.I repeated myself again just to make sure he heard me. I just hoped my heavy breathing wouldn't give me out.“Raynard… I’m dying. And the only way I can survive the next two months is if you…..”“Yeah…yeah…I'm not deaf, I heard you the first time?” His voice cracked like thunder as he cut me short while coming closer to me. He snatched the forged medical reports from my trembling hands, scanning them with furious speed. “You’re what? Lunar Atrophy? What the fuck is that? Two Months? This is bullshit.”He slammed the papers down on the small table, the sound echoing off the walls. “Your father did this. That scheming bastard sold you to me for a council seat and now he’s found another way to twist the knife. An arranged marriage wasn’t enough, he has to curse my bloodline again!”I flinched, but he wasn’t finished. He paced the small room like a caged wolf, his broa
Julie's POVI barely slept.The healer’s wing bed was comfortable enough, but my mind refused to be quiet.Every time I closed my eyes, I saw the ballroom lights spinning, felt the humiliating collapse, and heard Raynard’s irritated mutter: What the hell is wrong with her?By the time dawn came, I was already wide awake. Dr. Mara Voss returned with fresh coffee and a stack of blank medical forms. She looked as exhausted as I felt, her silver-streaked hair pulled into a tight bun and dark circles shadowing her sharp eyes.“Julie,” she said softly, closing the door behind her. “We need to talk before the alpha returns.”I pushed myself up against the pillows, my body still weak but my wolf stirring with faint, desperate hope. “You said weeks. How many, exactly?”Mara sat on the edge of the bed, her hands clasped tightly in her lap. “If we do nothing… three, maybe four weeks before your wolf slips into full dormancy. After that, shifting becomes impossible and healing slows. Eventually,


















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