MasukCamilla POV:I woke up to the sound of birds chirping on the beautiful tree outside, my cheeks stained with tears from last night. I never thought life would be so cruel to me that I would find my mate on my wedding day to the man I hated the most. I was broken and hurt in ways I can’t even name.When I saw him, I fought all restraints to run to him, a moment I had waited for all my life, to be with my mate instead the monster I was married to.It should have been him, it should have been my mate who I said my vows to. Still it wasn’t. Lennox had the decency of not touching me last night, not because he cared about my feelings. He didn’t. He never will.He just needed me to be ready for him in his own way, by his time and under his rules.As if I would ever be ready for him. The bathroom door swings open. I jolt, almost screaming with my whole body locking in fear.And then he steps out.Lennox.He had the white towel low on his hips, water still dripping from his skin. His hair we
Lennox POV:Fuck!I should have known, I should have known that I wouldn’t be let off easily. Ofcourse she would have her own mate, this was the moon goddess way of tormenting me. To give me a woman that belongs to another. Wasn’t it enough that she didn’t feel the bond when I felt it every moment surging through my veins from the minute I saw her.I never asked for this, I never ask for a mate, that was the main reason why I killed my first mate but this, this was worse than I had expected.Not once did I think this could happen, not once did I think I would share her with another. I don’t share, I never do.My name is Lennox Steele and I will not share my mate.I can still see the tears in her eyes when we said our vows, just after she found out that she had a mate. Should I be grateful that she still accepted to marry me. Like hell, she didn’t have a choice, I would have brought her to her knees and forced her to marry me.All I could see in her eyes were hatred, she might have th
Camilla Pov I am in seated in front of a mirror, Alpha Lennox wasn’t joking when he said there was going to be a wedding. It hadn’t been up to 24 hrs since we arrived and the preparations began. I am almost certain he is not eager to wed me, but here we are. There are about five girls in the room helping me with my hair, dress and make-up. The girl in front of me picked the silver eyeshadow, claiming it matched with my broach. “I want the dark one” I insisted. “But Luna, The Alpha instructed no harsh tone” she objected. I don’t care what Lennox wants, I have no say in what he wears, so why would he have a say in mine. Perhaps this would serve as an act of defiance to him. “I want the black one” I repeated. She let out a sigh but did as I said. The two girls behind her stared at me through the mirror, I could tell they don’t approve of my choice. My wedding is adorned beautifully with feather and diamonds that glitter, Lennox definitely had good taste in the fine
He steps away from the dead body of his chief and walks towards me, the blood smeared all over his hand. He reaches for my jaw again and smirk, he expects to see fear in my eyes, but it’s not the first time I have seen a man gutted. I don’t fear him at all, or that’s what I tell myself. “What’s your name Little doll?” He asked. Little doll, he had already picked a nickname for me, He had picked a name for me before even knowing mine. My throat was tight, but I lifted my eyes to his, refusing to drop them. I raise my eyes to his, his grip tightened on my jaw. “Camilla,” I said. His smirk deepened. “A nice name… for a pretty doll.” Then his hand left me, and only then did I realize I was shaking all over, my knees weak, my lungs heavy like stone. I had tried to show him I wasn’t scared, but he saw through me. He saw everything. Who wouldn’t fear him? Alpha Lennox Steele. The Pack Slayer, one of the many names the people had given him, The Tyrant. The man who turned vi
Lennox pov: Another pack, another victory. It’s no more an hassle for me to conquer a pack anymore. After 15 victories, most don’t even fight anymore. I have laid waste of half of the pack, houses set on fire, bodies scattered on the ground like sand. At first I used to enjoy, the thrill of seeing men wait nights for my attack, thinking that they would be the ones to conquer me. Letters from Alpha’s asking me to surrender or they would finish me off. All that was before the curse, ah, the curse, one of the reason why I roam around from pack to pack. After the death of my beloved mate who I had no desire for, I was cursed to never know peace. Has any man ever known peace? It started with packs sending their girls over to me to choose as my bride for the sake of peace, but when they realized I was looking for one particular girl, it became worrisome. TIL this day, I search for her, a piece of me that the moon goddess claimed would give me peace. The piece that would mak
“Unworthy.” My whole world crumbled before me, not entirely sure what I expected. Except I had lived my whole life for this moment. I never thought I would be his second chance, not once did it cross my mind. All I cared about was being accepted like the few random women who saw beautiful enough to his bride. Just so that my family and my people would be save. Now I feel like a failure, it was all in vain. “Kill her Zayn” the average man ordered as if I was nothing. “No!” My father lunges toward me, a desperate growl tearing from his throat, but before he can reach me, he’s tackled to the ground by the monster they called Zayn. Instinct takes me before thought does, I reach for the sword strapped to his back. It feels heavy in my hand. I leap in the air, jumping right on his back as I pressed the blade against his thick neck. My voice breaks, yet loud enough to resound in the hall. “Let go of him!” Never have I done anything as reckless as this. Who am I to t







