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?"AVAI sit stiffly on the couch, the first aid box still lying by my feet. My fingers tremble a little as I bandage the small scratch on my hand. The silence around me is loud, pressing on my chest.Dante's face flashes in my mind—the way his hands wrapped around my neck, the coldness in his eyes. I shiver.That was not the Dante I knew.Not the boy who once swore to protect me. Not the man I gave everything to.Tonight, he didn’t even care when I told him someone tried to kill me. He didn’t listen. All he wanted was for me to run away with him. His hands... they had no mercy. His grip, so tight, so cruel.I shake my head.I should feel grateful that Sebastian came for me. That he stopped Dante before he could finish what he started. But all I feel is a mess of emotions. Fear. Confusion. Anger. Gratitude.And somewhere deep down... a wish that it was Caleb who saved me.When Sebastian dropped the first aid box in front of me and said, *"Don't expect me to be your hero,"* I almost rolle
SEBASTIANIt was past midnight when the knock came."Alpha," the guard said, eyes cast down, "we saw her. Ava. She was seen sneaking toward the old abandoned house at the east ridge."I didn’t say a word.Just grabbed my coat, slipped into my boots, and drove.No lights. No backup.Just rage.The kind that burns quiet and deep.The road was dark, mist curling along the path like ghosts. The house came into view soon enough, forgotten by time, barely standing. I parked far off, moved like a shadow.I didn’t expect what I saw.Ava. And him.Dante.My hands curled into fists before I even took a breath.They were arguing. She was speaking fast, voice low but desperate. "I can’t leave now. Don’t you understand? Someone wants me dead. I need to find out who before it’s too late."His voice was sharp. "I don’t care, Ava. I came here for you. You were supposed to be mine. This was never the plan."He pushed her, not gently but with force.She stumbled back, I clenched my fists furiously, I c
CALEBShe clings to life in my arms, soaked, shivering, and silent. When I pulled her from the water just moments ago, I wasn’t thinking. I moved.Instinctively. Something about her compels me…and it’s not just duty. It’s something deeper, something I don’t yet understand. But I’m no fool. Just because I saved her doesn’t mean I trust her.Her lips are pale, but her pulse is steady. For someone barely breathing minutes ago, she recovers fast.Too fast.My suspicion sharpens.A rogue doesn’t usually bounce back like this. Especially not one that the Alpha himself claimed as Luna. There’s something she’s hiding.I step outside, signaling one of my men. "Find everything you can about the new Luna. I want records, whispers, rumors. Now."He bows and leaves swiftly. I don’t usually interfere in Sebastian’s affairs, but this isn’t just any woman. This is the same female who walked into this pack with fire in her eyes and a silent man by her side. They were caught together. As rogues.No blo
AVAThe coldness in my bones hasn’t faded, even as the warmth of the Luna lounge tries to soak into my skin. My wet clothes have been replaced with dry ones, thanks to Jatine’s quick thinking. But nothing can replace the lingering ache in my chest, or the fire in my thoughts.I wrap the fur blanket tighter around me, even though the trembling inside isn’t from the cold anymore.Sebastian is heartless.He watched me struggle in the water, hesitating. I saw it in his eyes…the same storm I’d seen during the coronation. But this time, it was worse. That moment where life hung by a thread, and all he did was stare. If Caleb hadn’t jumped in... I don’t even want to think about it. Caleb saved me. Just minutes ago. Risked his life to pull me from the depths. Not last night. Not hours ago. Just now. The scent of river water still clings faintly to him.I hate Sebastian. I hate him for what he is, for what he pretends to be, for what he took from me…and what he failed to give. Protection.Ja
SEBASTIANThe morning begins with tension in the air…thick, unspoken, and waiting to snap.I stand in the training yard, the weight of the pack pressing on my shoulders like chains. Warriors spar behind me, their grunts and clashes filling the silence. But my focus is elsewhere.A storm’s coming.Not one of thunder and wind…but of memories, of blood, of someone I buried long ago.A guard hurries toward me, his scent sharp with nerves.“Alpha,” he says, panting slightly. “Crimson Crest has arrived.”The words stop me cold.I turn, slowly.“What?”He nods, lower lip trembling. “Their Alpha requests an audience.”The name still burns: “Caleb”.“You’re sure?”“Yes, Alpha. He waits at the southern border.”Of course he does.He knows the rules. He helped *make* them.I march to the border with fire in my veins. The warriors around me fall silent. They remember the stories. They remember the last time Crimson Crest and our pack stood face to face.I see him before I smell him—tall, lean, st
AVAMorning finds me beneath layers of silk, drowning in the weight of roses and responsibility. Light spills through the tall windows, golden and soft, but it doesn’t warm me. I’m Luna now.And I feel like a prisoner in a crown.There’s a sharp knock at the door. Before I can even call out, it opens, revealing a girl with thick black hair twisted into a braid down her spine. Her movements are fluid, practiced. She bows low.“My name is Jatine. I’ve been assigned as your personal maid, Luna.”Luna.It still sounds like a lie.I nod, eyes scanning her for hidden motives. Everyone here smiles too easily, speaks too softly. Like every sentence hides a blade.Jatine begins her tasks with silent precision…folding clothes I haven’t worn, arranging shoes I didn’t choose, tidying a room that isn’t mine. I watch her quietly, my hands curled into fists beneath the sheets.“I want a tour,” I say, finally.She glances up, startled. “Of the pack?”“Yes. All of it.”She hesitates. “The Alpha prefer
SEBASTIANThe night air presses against my skin like a second layer, cold and unrelenting. I stand beneath the shadows of the trees outside the Luna’s mansion, arms folded tightly, as if that could contain the chaos roiling inside me. The celebration is over. The laughter, the toasts, the charade. All that’s left now is silence. And her.Ava.She’s in there, behind those walls. Alone.I see the dim flicker of candlelight in her chambers. I see her shadow move occasionally behind the silk curtains. And I do nothing. I don’t knock. I don’t enter. I just stand here like some ghost of a man who doesn’t know how to be what he’s supposed to be.Luna and Alpha.King and Queen.Duty and bond.When her father approached me earlier today, just before the ceremony, he said four words."Take care of her."Simple. Quiet. But they slammed into me like a blade to the ribs. He didn’t threaten. He didn’t roar or puff his chest like most Alphas would. He just looked me dead in the eye and placed the we
AVAI haven't seen my father in weeks.Not since I'd screamed at him, called him a tyrant, and stormed out of the house with Dante's hand in mine, drunk on rebellion. Not since I'd burned bridges without looking back.And yet….here he is. Standing at the edge of the clearing in full Alpha regalia, watching me as though I’m still his little girl.The minute I see him, something in me cracked.I step away from the celebration, the weight of the Luna crown pressing against my scalp like a punishment. My gown trail behind me as I cross the stone path towards him, ignoring the whispers, ignoring Sebastian’s dark gaze burning into my back.He doesn't stop me. Of course, he didn't. He got what he wanted….me as Luna. My feelings are irrelevant.My father's expression is unreadable, the same stone face he wore when disciplining warriors. But his eyes….they are softer. Sadder.“Father.” I breathes.He open his arms. I didn't hesitate.I walk into them like a child lost in the woods.“I'm sorry”
SEBASTIAN “Don't die, Don't die” I yell, my heart aching with fear “Nooo” I scream as I hold her lifeless body close to my chest.My tears fall like it no longer has control.Her fair, milk skin became still….. “dove, dove, dove” I scream her name hoping she'll answer.No response, the thunder strikes and lightning splits the sky with a roar.I jolt awake from the nightmare, breathing heavily.My hand clenches my chest tightly.It's never going to end.Never.Dove comes to me every nightI just can't let go of her “I love her, she was mine before death took her away”Her death still stings, her death shattered my world.I could no longer bear it, I ran to the moon goddess, begging her for another mate.A substitute for Dove.I opened the slide door of my balcony, with a glass of wine in one hand, I casually slip the other into my pocket.I stare at the moon.It's brighter than any other night, the new Luna's coronation is happening this morning.The look in her eyes, replayed itsel
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