LOGINEverybody knew Kayah was the pack runt. As the bastard daughter of the Alpha, she was subjected to constant bullying and torture led by no other than her own flesh and blood. They thought she would break eventually but they were wrong. Kayah was smart and special though she's not aware of it yet. She planned to escape the pack she called hell by attending the mating ball. She believed she'd meet her mate there and save her. The only problem was that she didn't have a gown, she needed it to be able to enter the mating ball venue. On the night she had to run an errand for her abusive mother, she stumbled upon two people talking nonsense and leaving a large expensive shopping bag. Just like a wish granted, she found a gown and a pair of shoes inside the bag. She thought no one would know her at the ball but she was damn wrong. Her identity was mixed up when she arrived at the Mate Choosing as the healer and got mated to the strongest wolf in history, The Rogue King. Kayah was mistaken for the wolf healer due to the gown she was wearing she found in the bag that the Rogue King specifically chose for his future mate. Now she struggles to be the mate of a ruthless king: a role she is unfamiliar with, while she secretly searches for the real wolf healer. How will she hide that she's an omega and not the healer from her mate? What will happen to her when the real wolf healer returns? Is she going to blow her cover away? There are so many unanswered questions but the only way to save herself is to escape and run away, how far can she go?
View MoreDarkness took me the moment I saw him. My legs gave out. My vision blurred. The last thing I saw before everything faded was the silver flame in his eyes, Seven, and then… nothing.And then warmth. That was the first thing I felt.Not the biting cold of the forest, or the damp chill of night, but a slow, steady warmth that wrapped around me like a cocoon. I shifted, confused by the softness beneath meth, e velvet-like bed, the silk brushing against my arm.And then the scent, it hit me. Lavender. Oak. Something faintly metallic.It was familiar, too familiar.My eyes shot open. The room was dim, the windows covered by long, heavy curtains that danced in a soft breeze. A candle flickered beside the bed. The walls are stone, regal, and carved with intricate patterns. And the ceiling…My breath caught.I knew this place. I had been here before. Lived here for weeks and months, disguised behind someone else’s name. Someone else’s face. This was the castle where I had pretended to be Sabrin
I don’t remember when Amber slowed down.Only that, when I opened my eyes again, we were no longer crashing through the endless forest. The air was calmer, the scent of rot and blood faded into earth and pine.We’d stopped.I blinked, disoriented, my body sore and stiff. We were tucked between a jagged outcropping of stone and the thick roots of an ancient tree, a natural hollow, hidden from all sides unless you were practically standing on top of it. The brush above masked the space like a cocoon.A safe zone.Amber had shifted back, crouched nearby, her chest rising and falling in uneven bursts. She was breathing hard, drenched in sweat and rain, but she was watching the trees like a soldier on her last thread of strength. She heard me stir and turned her head. Her eyes softened when she saw I was awake.“We’re stopping here. Just for a bit,” she said, voice hoarse.I tried to sit up, groaning as my body protested. “Where... are we?”“Still deep in the forest,” she replied, handing
The rain didn’t let up. It fell in heavy sheets, soaking the forest in silence and steam. We followed the trail from the map for hours, pushing through underbrush and ducking under fallen trees, our legs aching, our bodies barely holding on.But we didn’t stop.We couldn’t.Amber glanced back every now and then, her hand never straying far from the blade strapped to her thigh. I didn’t need to ask. I felt it too. That pull. That invisible thread tugging at my spine, warning me that something was wrong. Again.By midday, we stopped near a thicket to catch our breath, our clothes clinging to our skin, breaths misting in the cold air.That’s when Amber stiffened.She didn’t say a word. She just turned slowly toward the northeast, toward the path behind us. I followed her gaze.Nothing. Just trees and fog. And then I smelled it. Rot. Wet fur. Blood.My throat tightened.“No,” I whispered.“It’s them,” Amber said, her voice sharp with disbelief. “How? We’ve been running for days. We masked o
A soft hand shook my shoulder.“Kayah.” Amber’s voice was low, but urgent. “Wake up. They’re gone.”I blinked hard, my brain slow to catch up. The dampness of the soil, the cold seeping into my bones, the overwhelming stench, it all came rushing back.“Gone?” I croaked.Amber nodded. “They stayed a while. Sniffed around. I thought we were dead for sure. But they gave up. Probably confused by the rot or lost our scent.”She offered her hand. I took it, groaning as I pulled myself from the shallow grave.“We need to move,” she said. “Opposite direction. If they circle back, we can’t be here.”We didn’t waste time. We shifted, our tired bones snapping back into fur and muscle, and we ran. Slower than before, sore and sluggish, but we moved. The trees blurred past in streaks of green and brown, the world quieter now. Still dangerous. Still hunted. But quiet.After an hour or two, the forest thinned, and we found it, a river. The sound of rushing water was the sweetest thing I’d heard in






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