My cheeks burned with embarrassment as he devoured my lips as though he was claiming it for himself. I didn't understand what he was doing. Until the pain hit me. The jerk had just poisoned me with a kiss………………………..She had lost everything in the fire. A fire caused by the ruthless tribrid alpha, a walking symbol of disaster. And all she had left was her crippled sister and to protect her, she volunteers to be sold in her sister’s place. With a fire of vengeance burning in her heart, she makes it into her enemy’s territory as his slave. She only has one mission in her heart: avenge her dead mother. There’s only one problem. He’s her fated mate. She’s supposed to hate his guts but why does her body quake in desire at the wake of his enticing touch? With an attraction so dangerous, how will she war against her fate, especially since their souls are entwined together in a curse that is deeper than they can probably handle?
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“There she is, the filthiest creature in Snowfur pack!" A voice called out, and I quickened my pace, wrapping my fingers around the pepper spray in the pocket of my hoodie. I didn't get very far before Ember, the leader of the group, jumped down from a building and landed right in front of me. I was surrounded in an instant. "Boo!" Lewis, one of them said, bursting into laughter. "Leave me alone!" I hissed, and Ember pushed me on the chest, hard. I stumbled backwards, instinctively aiming my pepper spray at her. They all chortled in amusement, and one of them grabbed my hair from behind, pulling me to the ground while I let out a cry of pain. "Don't be rude, Arya. We're just trying to wish you a happy birthday," Ember drawled, her voice laced with mockery. With anger bubbling inside of me, I sprayed the pepper spray on her face. She screamed, and Aaron, her lap dog, yanked the bottle out of my hand, slamming his boot into my guts. I doubled over in pain, gasping for air. "So tell us, Arya? How does it feel to be twenty-four and wolfless?" Aaron asked, releasing a puff of cigarette smoke in my face when he crouched in front of me. "Go to hell!" I snarled, spitting at him. His yellow eyes glowed brighter, and he punched me in the face. My vision went black for a second, and when I came back to my senses, I was lying face down on the floor. I could hear them laughing and prodding at me with their feet. My eyes burned with tears of frustration and rage. No matter how hard I trained, I could never beat their supernatural strength. So I lay there and waited until they grew bored and left me there. Swallowing my pain, I limped to my feet and made my way to the bar. No one paid attention to me or asked if I was alright. So I got changed into my work clothes and slipped on the brown eye contacts I constantly wore to hide my unusual eye colour. Taking a deep breath, I mounted the stage and took hold of the microphone. I was the most alive when I was singing, and naturally, I enjoyed this job of mine. I had just started singing when the door of the bar jerked open. A man stepped in, his presence seemed to fill up the whole space. He was dressed in black, his hood shadowing most of his face, but his eyes glowed in the dim bar like flames. Crimson and Gold. They were the most beautiful eyes I'd ever seen. But, at the same time, I could see the unbridled madness in the depths of his shining orbs. His hands were trembling at his sides, I noticed. He did not take his eyes off me as he moved over to settle on an empty seat. With every second that slipped by, it was as though my songs were soothing to him, and the trembling of his hands gradually eased up until he relaxed. After my final song, my audience erupted in applause until I'd left the stage. With my work for the night completed, I left the back room to see if the stranger was still in the bar. But there was no sign of him. The moment I stepped out of the bar, I sensed that I was being watched. Worried that Ember and her friends had returned to finish what they'd started, I turned around with a start, only to bump into the stranger from before. "What's your name?" He asked with a rough voice. He sounded as though this was the first time he was speaking in years. I shifted uneasily, unsure of what he wanted from me. "What's yours?" I said, and his brows knitted into a frown. "I asked first." Biting the inside of my cheek, I took a step backwards. "Have a good night," I mumbled and started to walk away. But before I could get too far, he grabbed my hand and pulled me to himself. My eyes bulged in their sockets, my heart threatening to explode in my chest. He cupped my face, his palm rough against my skin. "I want you," he said feverishly, and I frowned in disbelief. "Let go of me," my voice trembled as I let the words out. He blinked, as though he couldn't understand what I'd just said. Afraid that he could hurt me, I slammed the heel of my boot against his foot. He released me immediately, and I took off running. When I realized that he wasn't chasing after me, I let out a sigh of relief and continued my journey home. I lived with my mother and younger sister in the annex of our alpha's home. Mum had worked as a maid in the alpha's property for as long as I can remember. Apparently, he took us in when we had nowhere to go. As I grew closer to the building, I heard the wailing of fire alarms. Worried, I broke into a sprint and rushed home. When I got to my destination, I was greeted by the sight of a disaster. The annex was on fire, and this fire had spread to the alpha's main building. Terrified, I looked around for my mother and sister, but they were nowhere in sight. Tears sprang to my eyes, my breathing quickening. "Mum?! Maya?!" I screamed, rushing to the front door of the annex. The firemen were focused on the alpha's main quarters, and the fire in the annex was worsening. Desperation clouded my senses so much that I rushed to a fireman, pleading with him to save my family. They ignored me. If they heard my frantic cries and pleas, they didn't show it. Sobbing hard, I decided to take matters into my own hands. Sweat rolled down my temples as I knocked down the window. Glass shards pierced my hands, but I paid it no heed. I needed to get to my mother and sister. When I finally made it into the house, I saw my sister lying on the floor. The bookshelf had collapsed on her legs, keeping her immobile. My heart sank at the sight of her soot covered face. "Where's Mama?" I asked as I worked on freeing her from the weight on her legs. "I don't know," she sobbed. A scream escaped our lips as an explosion shook the house, the door collapsing. "Am I going to die?" Maya sobbed, and I shook my head, more tears rolling down my cheeks. "I won't let you. You’re going to be okay.” Straining against the bookshelf, I managed to push it off her. My eyes widened in horror when I saw the severe burns on her lower limbs. Inwardly, I prayed for my mother to be spared. A lump formed in my throat as I lifted Maya into my arms, my lungs straining for air. The smoke was starting to get to me, but I refused to give up. Finally, I made it to the window and placed her in a sitting position on the window sill. Then I eased out of the window and lifted her off the window, setting her down on the ground. Then I rushed towards the window to get my mum. But before I could get to the window, another explosion rocked the place, knocking me off my feet. My ears rang, my vision fading. Then I passed out. When I regained consciousness, I was lying on a bed in what seemed to be the medical centre. Alpha Ronan was seated by my bedside with a grim look on his face. The moment he noticed that I was awake, his eyes darkened. "What have you done, you brat?!" He demanded, and blood drained from my face. "I don't understand," I croaked, and he narrowed his eyes at me. "What did the tribrid alpha give you in return for your help?" He snarled, and my stomach dropped. "W-what do you—" I didn't get to finish my statement. He slapped me across the face, hard. "Someone let that bastard in. He can't go where he is uninvited! Someone said they saw you with him!" He yelled, and tears filled my eyes. "No, it wasn't me. I wouldn't do something like that!" I sobbed, panic setting in. "You ungrateful little bitch! We took your family in when you had nothing!" Alpha Ronan hissed, and I shook my head, my body trembling. Two of his men walked in and stood by the door as though they were awaiting his next order. Fear slithered down my spine. Did I just get labelled as a traitor? "No, please..." "Take her to the pit," he hissed, and I froze, my blood running cold in my veins.ARYA The air smelled of roasted herbs, jasmine, and pine. Of safety and of home. My husband was laughing. He stood beneath the moonlight in his white button-down shirt, which was unbuttoned at the throat because Orion, our son, had yanked his collar down earlier, and his hair was pulled into that same messy bun he always wore lately. Maya and Mason's backyard glowed as if there was some kind of magic in the air. Maya was chasing Rose, Lia, and Nova—her three daughters—away from the dessert table, but they only giggled and ducked beneath her arms. Rose had frosting on her cheek. Lia had two extra cookies hidden in her pocket. Nova was already negotiating with Anna about who could arm-wrestle Ezra first. "Breathe, my love," Mason said, sidling up behind Maya and wrapping his arms around her waist. "They're children, not criminals." "They're criminals with dimples," Maya muttered, trying not to smile. I turned from them, barely holding in a laugh, and found Daxton again. He
DAXTON Panic erupted in my chest. "Shit! Somebody get towels!" The broad-shouldered man with the soft blue eyes barked. The woman who looked like Arya leapt into action, as if she'd done this a thousand times. "We need to get her to the hospital. Now." But Arya wasn't listening. She was still staring down, one hand on her belly, the other tangled in mine as if she couldn't let go. "Hey, hey," I whispered, falling to my knees in front of her, both hands wrapping around her trembling ones. "Breathe, Arya. Just breathe, love." She blinked down at me, tears brimming. "It's too soon." "No," I said, trying to ignore the wild thudding in my chest. "It's time. And you're not alone. You hear me?" Her legs gave out, and I caught her just before she collapsed fully. The serious man helped me lift her gently, his touch surprisingly steady. She buried her face in my neck as I carried her. "Daxton... I'm scared." "I know," I whispered into her hair. "But you're the bravest person I've eve
DAXTON The couch was too short and too narrow. But none of that mattered. Not when she was just down the hall. I couldn't sleep. Every time I closed my eyes, I felt her and heard her soft sighs. Every wall in this house still carried the memory of us, and even if my mind didn't remember, my body did. It ached with it, with her. The scent of her lingered in the pillow she'd left me. Lavender and vanilla and home. I turned over again, restless. I'd tucked a blanket over myself, but my hands were clenched in the fabric, my jaw tight. There was this awful hum inside me as if something was trying to break free. The only peace I had all day was when her hand touched mine. I didn't know why I needed her like this. But I did. I was just starting to drift, finally, when a sharp cry shattered the silence. I shot up to my feet when she let out another cry. The hallway stretched forever. My heart slammed against my ribs like it wanted to break out and get to her faster. I th
ARYA The wind carried the scent of rain and pine as I stood at the edge of the lake, one hand cupping the curve of my swollen belly, the other tracing the silver chain at my neck, the one that held Daxton's ring. I could still recall when we'd lain here for hours, his head in my lap, his breath soft and even, while I memorized the way moonlight painted him in gold. I'd never told him I hadn't slept that night. I couldn't. Not when he looked so peaceful. So free. Now, I came here whenever the ache in my chest grew too loud. To talk to the ghost of him that still lingered here. And I was eight months pregnant. Ready to pop soon. "I had a dream last night," I murmured to the rippling water, brushing a tear from my cheek before it could fall. "You were laughing again. That obnoxious, arrogant laugh. You said our kid was going to be trouble because they'd be just like me." I smiled, blinking hard. "You said we'd name them after the stars." A kick pulsed beneath my hand. A tin
ARYA He was waiting for me in the basement. The same place we had locked him away in desperation. The same place his screams had once echoed through the walls when Veyros clawed at his mind. But tonight, it was silent. As I descended the stairs, I already knew. This was it. Daxton stood in the center of the room, bathed in the dim orange glow of the emergency lights. He looked like a ghost of himself. He was hollow-cheeked, pale, but calm. In his hands was the dagger. The cursed one. The one I had once driven into his chest when Tyrone had used my hands. The one that could end this. End him. I stopped at the bottom step, the air suddenly seemed too thick to breathe. "Daxton..." His eyes lifted to meet mine, and for a second, he smiled. The real kind. "I waited until it was really me again," he whispered hoarsely. "Didn't want him stealing this moment." "No...don't talk like that—" My voice broke. I crossed over to him and slammed my fists against his chest, shaking
ARYA It started with a nosebleed. One moment, Daxton was sitting beside me on the couch, his eyes glassy from fever and exhaustion, the bowl of untouched soup cooling in his lap. The next, blood was oozing from his nose, trailing down over his mouth and chin. "Shit...Daxton—" I scrambled for a tissue, my fingers trembling so badly I fumbled with the box three times before yanking one free. He blinked at me slowly. I pressed the tissue to his nose, trying to tilt his head forward, the way you're supposed to. But he resisted, laying back instead, resting his head on my lap. His blood seeped through the tissue, staining my fingers, and I couldn't stop shaking. "I've got you," I whispered, tears pricking my eyes. He didn't speak for a long while. He only stared up at me, studying my face. And then he whispered. "I heard Soren earlier." My hand froze. I didn't ask him what he meant. I didn't ask how long he'd been listening. I didn't ask if he believed it. Because deep down, I al
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