BLURB: Ava Hayes, a spoiled Alpha princess used to getting everything she wants, is heartbroken when her parents refuse to let her marry her boyfriend, Dante Rivers. She elopes with Dante to marry him, but unfortunately, along the way, she meets her mate, Sebastian Wolfe, who doesn’t take "no" for an answer. He gives her two options: accept him and become his mistress, or reject him and die with her lover. Given the stories she's heard about Sebastian, going to hell seems like the better choice. Will her story become a werewolf Romeo and Juliet, or will she accept becoming Sebastian's mistress?
Lihat lebih banyakCHAPTER ONE | DENIED
AVA HAYES “Oh, come on, Daddy. Don't be like this. I really love Dante and you know he loves me too. Getting married to him would be the best thing in the world." I say, folding my hand across my chest and stomping my feet on the ground like a bratty 8 year old pup asking her mother if she could have a makeover. “No, Ava. It's still a no. I know you love Dante and I'm sure he loves you very much but getting married to him wouldn't end well. Sooner or later, you'll find your mate and your marriage with Dante will become complicated. I don't want you doing something you'll regret, princess." My dad says with a tired sigh. I know he is exhausted because of the rogue attack we've been getting but I don't care. I want something and I want it now and nothing else matters until I get what I want. “I will reject him whenever he shows up. I'm madly in love with Dante and not even the moon goddess can stop me from being with the man I love with the toxic mate paring shit. Can't you see the damage that system has caused? I think it's time to break the circle and I'll make sure it starts with me." My father rolls his eyes and doesn't even try to hide the fact that he thinks my opinion about the mate bond is stupid. “No, baby. I won't let that happen. At least, find him first and if you don't like him after...which I'm sure would be impossible since the moon goddess would mate you with the perfect man, then, you can reject him and go ahead with your marriage. Dante should be your backup plan, my dear." I don't try to stop the water works that drops down my face in bulk after my father's reply. “I don't need to find my mate before getting married to the love of my life. I don't care how perfect he'll be, I'll reject him because I will always love Dante Rivers and he'll always be my first choice. Even if the moon goddess sends Cupid to shoot me so that I'll fall for my mate when he finally shows up, she wouldn't find a heart to penetrate because I've already given my heart to Dante." For the millionth time this week, my Daddy says the heavy words ‘no' again. Before now, my Daddy has always given me everything I wanted, even when it seemed infeasible to others. When I was ten, I watched the movie, Aladdin, I became fascinated with tigers. My fascination came with an obsessive desire to have a pet tiger and my father got it for me the moment I asked for it. Giving my father the best puppy dog eyes I could muster in my rage filled state, I tried my luck one last time. “Pretty please, Daddy. Just do this one for me." My father takes his gaze from his paperwork, stares at me eyeball to eyeball and whispers a “No." “And that is final, Ava Bianca Hayes." He adds and goes back to his work. I knew there was no going back when he addressed me by my full name. I am going to get married to Dante with or without his help. Deep down, he knows it, he knows I'll go through with it with or without his blessings. Dropping the already printed invitation card on the table, I watch in satisfaction as he picks it up, reads its contents which causes a frown to appear on his face. “Oh, I see. You've already printed out the invitation card. You didn't need my permission. You just needed my money, didn't you?" He states in a question-like manner. I know it was a rhetorical question but I give an answer anyway. “Yes but since you've refused, I'll be doing a low-key wedding. The invitation is for whenever you change your mind and decide to come around. Small wedding or not, I'll really love it if you walk me down the aisle." My father shakes his head, rubbing his hands over his face in frustration. “I won't let you get married to Dante, Ava. Over my dead body." I clench my hand in fist, my teeth clashing together in a somewhat painful manner to stop myself from letting my anger get the best of me. I try not to do or say something I'll regret but the words come falling out of my mouth before I could stop myself. “Then get ready to die, father, because I would be getting married to Dante Rivers." As if I hadn't done enough, I place my hands on his table filled with paperwork and without thinking, I sweep everything off. “And maybe try paying full attention to your daughter the next time she tells you something important. It's the first step at becoming a good father, something you haven't been much of for as far I know." I don't wait to see the hurt or rage on his face. I storm out of his office, not looking back for anything in the world. I knew I'd break my tough act and apologize for my words if I saw his face. I didn't want that to happen. I wanted him to feel the pain and heartbreak I'm going through and I'm sure he did. Everything I said was a lie though, my Daddy is the best father anyone could ever ask for. Not only has he always made sure all my needs are provided for, he also supports me and acts as my best friend and confidant. I go over to Dante's apartment after leaving my father's office, needing to cool my temper down before taking my anger out on another poor person. “He said no again." I say, storming into his bedroom. “Shit! What the hell are we going to do now? You know we can't afford shit without him." With a sadistic smile on my face, I pick up Dante's pistol. The same one he uses whenever he goes hunting in the forest. Like a crazed villain, I stroke the gun, cleaning every part of it. “We are getting married, Dante. Let him do whatever he wants to do, I am fully prepared for whatever he brings my way." “What the hell do you plan to do? Murder your father to be with your lover?"SEBASTIANI drive into the courtyard of the newly built mansion, heart pounding. The headlights carve through the late morning haze. I park the car. Ava sits beside me, arms crossed, anger etched into every line of her posture.Her voice is sharp. “What the heck is this place?”I meet her eyes in the rearview mirror. “It’s heavily guarded and monitored. No one can have access.”Her lip curls. “You mean you want to lock me up?”I turn off the engine. “I’m not locking you up. I’m just trying to protect you.”She shoves open her door. “Protect me from what exactly?” she yells, stepping out onto the gravel.I follow. “From everything. Your home was invaded. So was mine.”Her fists clench. “I can manage myself.”“No,” I say firmly. “You’re under my watch from now on.”She scoffs. The muscles in her arms flex. “You can’t do that,” she mutters, voice low.“I can,” I responded quietly. I stand tall. “And I will.”I opened the door of the house. “Come on.” I step away and nearly lose my breath
AVA“I’m sorry, but I need to talk to you,” his voice came again…loud, firm, laced with that same frustrating mix of concern and command he always carried.Sebastian.He’d been outside my door for hours now.I’d told the guards to keep him out, made it clear I didn’t want to see him. But he was the Alpha.There was only so much disobedience they could manage before they were forced to let him through.I saw him drive in.And I locked my door.I didn’t care that I was Luna.I didn’t care that he could easily force his way inside if he truly wanted to.I was done.The argument from yesterday kept looping in my head like a curse. His words, the guilt, the confession. The moment Dove returned, everything fell apart. It wasn’t just the fact that she was alive…it was the way he reacted. Like she still owned a piece of him. Like I never mattered at all.I told myself I was just a replacement.And maybe that was always the truth.“Ava,” he called again, softer this time. “Can you let me in?”
SEBASTIANCaleb wiped the blood at the corner of his mouth like it was nothing. Like it wasn’t a reminder of the chaos he’d stirred.“I’m done here,” Ava snapped, voice cutting through the stillness like a whip. Then she turned and stormed out of the building.I chased after her without thinking. My legs moved on instinct, but my heart beat in panic."Ava..." I called.She spun around so fast I almost crashed into her."What?" she snapped, her eyes blazing."You knew she was alive, didn’t you?""I just figured it out. Pieced it together over time.""And you're getting ready to discharge me now?"That hit harder than any blow Caleb could’ve landed."What do you mean by that?" I asked, my throat tight.She stepped closer, jabbing a finger into my chest. “You said I was her replacement. Isn’t that what you told me the first day I entered this goddamn pack? When you forced me to marry you?”"I—""You what?""I didn’t mean it like that.""You didn’t fight for her," she threw back, louder n
AVAI already knew things wouldn’t sum up.Not in this palace.Not with these people.Not even with Caleb.And Jatina? She had loyalty stitched into her silence, but silence wasn’t the same as trust. As long as she kept hiding the truth, she wasn’t on my side either.The palace walls whispered more than they spoke. And I was drowning in a language made of half-truths and glances that meant too much.That’s when the letter came.Folded twice, tucked beneath my pillow like a secret lover’s confession.No name. Just shaky handwriting that read:“Meet me. The old stables. Midnight.”That was it.No explanation.Just like all the other times…times that always led to bruises and blood or some new discovery that cracked the world open wider. I’d lost count of how many letters had tried to lure me to my doom. But this one... this one made my pulse hitch. Because despite everything, I went.I told Jatina.I had to tell someone.“I’m meeting someone,” I said, pretending to adjust my scarf in t
SEBASTIAN How can I tell Ava the truth?How can I ever look her in the eyes and say?I lied to her.I shouldn’t be Alpha. I shouldn’t be Luna’s mate. Hell, I shouldn’t even be breathing after what I’ve done. The weight of it drags on my spine, invisible but crushing. I deserve worse. Much worse.I cut across the west garden, the one where Dove always sat to paint when the morning mist blanketed the roses. She said the stillness helped her see better. “The world speaks louder when you stop trying to talk over it,” she used to say, her voice soft, her eyes knowing too much.That was the last place she ever painted.The portrait still rests in the gallery half-finished. A smear of red across the canvas where her brush must have slipped or… no, I don’t let myself finish the thought. Not out loud.I stood there, at the edge of her favorite bench, hands in my coat pockets, head bowed. Her presence lingers in the way the leaves sway slower in this part of the garden, like they’re grievin
AVAI sat on the edge of the hospital bed, the sterile scent of antiseptics clinging to the air. My fingers trembled as I wrapped my arms around my knees, trying to steady my racing heart. The word "Luna" echoed in my mind, not as a title of honor, but as a curse.The doctor's words replayed in my head: "You suffered from a traumatizing experience". He suggested I speak to Sebastian to lessen the burden. But how could I? He was part of the reason I was here.I needed answers.My phone was missing, likely left behind in the kitchen during the chaos. I had to contact my father, to let him know I was alive, just in case...The door creaked open, and Sebastian stepped in, hands in his pockets, eyes filled with concern."Where are you going?" he asked, his voice soft."Home," I replied, avoiding his gaze."The doctor hasn't discharged you.""I don't care."He sighed, "Fine, let's go.""My home, not yours."He looked taken aback. "What?""I'll go to my mansion, the Queen's chamber.""It
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