LOGINCamelia Pov“I'm not asking you to give me anything for free,” I said. “I'm asking you to tell me what I've been dragged into.”Devon regarded me for a long moment before moving towards the desk.“Fine. Let's establish a few things.”He picked up a glass of water and took a sip before setting it down.“You may move around the residence and the courtyard. If you wish to leave the grounds, you will inform my guards first. They will accompany you.”“Why?”“Because I said so.”I gave him a flat look.“And there goes the reasonable conversation.”His mouth twitched, but the amusement vanished almost immediately.“You were brought here under circumstances that have already made you vulnerable. I won't pretend this territory is harmless simply because you're living under my roof.”I wanted to argue, but I couldn't deny that he had a point.Not that I intended to tell him that.“Fine. What else?”“Your belongings will be brought from Silver Ridge.”I paused.“My belongings?”“Whatever you nee
Camelia Pov.I tried to act like I wasn't choked up. Everything was happening so fast for me. Why save me from my family to lock me up here ? Doesn't sound like a smart move there, Devon. ‘calling him Devon would only cause you trouble.’ my wolf whispered ‘we are not strange to that concept.’ Trouble ? All my life has been one trouble upon the other, and now I'm in deep shit. I was blank on Devon's real aim on keeping me here but it can't be good. No man in our world does anything out of ‘kindness’. These calculating lunatics have one thing or more they want to gain.What could he possibly gain from me ?A sigh escaped from my lips, I fell back on the bed wincing a little as my injured ribs came in contact with the bed. “Fuck!” I cursed. My eyes welling up, memories of my almost perfect life with Peter flashed before my eyes. All this wouldn't have happened if he wasn't a jerk. A big asshole. My blood boiled. I can't jump from pan to fire. I trusted a man once, and the only
Camelia's POVI followed him because I had no other choice. Going back into that hall where my own family had me in iron chains and where Anya looked like she wanted to hit me again was not an option, so I followed.Devon didn't look back once to see if I was following. He just walked with those long, confident strides like he knew I would follow because I literally had nowhere else to go. His guards followed behind us in complete silence and nobody dared to question why their Alpha was leaving with a bleeding girl in a torn dress.My wrists throbbed where the iron bindings had cut into them and my lip throbbed where Anya struck me. I wanted to ask where we were going and what being his bride actually meant, but every time I looked at his back I remembered how every single council member bowed their head when they heard his name.We passed the border trees and the Silver Ridge guards saw him and immediately stepped aside with their heads down. No one had ever stepped aside for me in
Camelia Pov"HOW DARE YOU TOUCH MY BRIDE!"The voice thundered through the council hall.It wasn't just loud. It was powerful. The kind of voice that made the air itself feel heavy, that made the wolves inside everyone in that hall whimper and bow.Anya's raised hand stopped in mid-air. Her palm was inches from my face, trembling now. The guards who had been holding my arms so tightly that their claws dug into my skin suddenly released me and took two large steps back, as if they had been burned.A tall man dressed entirely in black strode into the room.My breath caught.No. It couldn't be.I knew those eyes. That cold, storm-grey stare that had looked down at me in the dim light of that strange inn room. The memory slammed into me so hard my knees almost gave out.Waking up to an unfamiliar scent. Dark sheets tangled around my legs. Broad shoulders, a chest that rose and fell in deep sleep beside me. The panic that had flooded me when I realized I had slept beside a complete strange
Camelia PovOne week later, I was beginning to find a routine.My new job at Mooncrest Cooperative Bank kept me busy. I sorted account forms, filed pack business records, and helped the front desk answer calls from clients across Silver Ridge territory.It wasn't exciting, but it paid. For the first time since Peter had abandoned me, I had money of my own.The bank had given me more than a wage. It gave me a reason to get out of bed each morning and something to focus on besides the betrayal.Every day, I learned something new. Which forms needed a manager's signature. Which pack accounts required extra checks. Some clients arrived with guards, while others came straight from farms or small businesses and waited in line with everyone else.The work reminded me that pack life was made of ordinary needs as well as Alpha orders and ceremonies.I was still hurt, but the hurt no longer filled every minute.Becca's roommate would return soon, so I had started looking for a small room to ren
Camelia PovThe drive to Becca's home had left me drained.Resting my head against the window, I watched the pack territory slide past. Peter's face kept returning, the way it looked when he struck me. Then Anya, taking his hand.Maybe Peter had never loved me. Maybe he had only loved the idea of a perfect Luna beside him.Becca's house was small but comfortable. She carried one suitcase inside and pointed me toward the wall."Put yours there. We'll sort it out later."I let go of the handle, then stood still.The house felt safe, but I didn't know how to relax. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw the closed door of my old home."You need to sit down," Becca said."I'm fine.""You look like you're going to fall over.""I said I'm fine."Becca lifted an eyebrow but let it go. "Then stop thinking about Peter and Anya."A bitter laugh escaped me. "How am I supposed to do that?""By giving your brain something else to do. Check your phone. Read something. Anything."I reached into my bag.







