Torn by fate

Hazel sat frozen on the floor where Damien had left her, her body trembling with disbelief. Her heart raced as his words echoed in her mind. She’s my mate.It couldn’t be true. It shouldn’t be true. How could the Alpha—powerful, respected, and untouchable—be bound to her, the daughter of traitors, a lowly slave? She clenched her hands tightly, her nails digging into her palms as she tried to steady her breathing.Her head dipped low, shame curling in her chest. “The Moon Goddess must be cruel,” she whispered to herself.A shadow stood over her, and she looked up to see Selena, her smirk wicked.“Well, well, it seems the traitor is causing quite a stir.” Selena grabbed a glass of wine from a passing maid and held it carefully before tilting it back and forth as if thinking of something.“Maybe the Alpha was mistaken,” Hazel murmured, her voice sounding more like a whisper. “He’ll reject me.”Selena barked out a laugh. “Oh, he will. But not before I remind you of your place.”Without wa

It had been two days since Hazel stopped cleaning the floors and scrubbing dishes in the dark, cold corners of the packhouse, and being treated like shit by lady Celeste and Selena and for the first time in her life, at least since her parents were killed, she had a room to herself—one with a soft bed and a window that let in the golden light of morning. The change was so sudden, so unbelievable that it still didn’t feel real. But today was the day. Today was the wedding. A day she never thought would ever be happening to her, but it really was.She stood by the window, staring out at the courtyard, watching the pack members bustle around, preparing for the ceremony. The air was full of excitement, but for Hazel, it felt like an endless storm of emotions, joy, fear, and a sense of disbelief. How could this really be happening to her? She has asked herself for the hundredth time today.The door creaked open behind her, and she didn’t need to turn around to know who it was.“Are you rea

Callan's pov The night was cold and filled with danger. The dark mist moved around Hazel’s body, wrapping her like a prison. Her skin was icy, her breaths shallow. The ritual was meant to take everything from her—her life, her soul, her very existence. But something was wrong. It wasn't happening, even in her unconscious state, she still felt very much alive. A bright silver light cut through the darkness. It pushed the mist away, making it shrink back. Strong hands lifted Hazel off the ground, holding her close. A deep voice muttered something, but she was too weak to understand. Callan held her tightly, his heart pounding. His pendant, shaped like a half-moon, glowed softly. Its light fought back the dark magic in the air. He had come just in time. His wolf growled inside him. Why does she feel so important? and why was her voice able to wake him up from his usual deep slumber. she was a stranger, yet something in him refused to leave her behind. He had to protect her. The

Hazel stood frozen, watching Callan kiss another woman. Her wolf, Crimson, whimpered in pain. A sharp ache bloomed in her chest, but she clenched her fists, swallowing the lump in her throat. this was what indeed so painful, damn the mate bond If Callan didn’t want her, he should have rejected her immediately. He should have left her to die in the hands of Damien for her soul to be taken ,rather than let her suffer this humiliation.Fine. If he wasn’t going to reject her now, she would give him a piece of her mind, she wasn't going to be letting she and her wolf betrayed, hurt and whatever. moreover how is she mated to callan, Damien was yet to actually reject her but the mate bond had suddenly broken the moment she was betrayed, everything is so weird.Taking a deep breath, Hazel stormed toward them. it's now or never, she can't keep running and hiding, this time she's going to say her mind "Hi, hey and hello" Hazel said, her voice sharper than intended.Callan pulled away from Mi

Hazel woke up to a deafening silence. more like a bell For a moment, she forgot where she was. The warmth of the silk sheets, the unfamiliar scent of pine and firewood—it wasn’t home. But home didn’t exist anymore. Then it hit her. She was in Callan’s pack. Her stomach twisted. The events of the past days rushed back—Damien, the betrayal, the dark mist, and then Callan saving her. She wasn’t supposed to be here, she had to leave, she can't be betrayed twice A knock on the door made her sit up quickly. “Hurry up, Luna. The Alpha doesn’t like waiting,” Laura called from the other side. Hazel scowled. Luna. She still wasn’t used to hearing that. She wasn’t even sure she wanted to, the last time she was callee Luna, she was almost sacrificed the next day. She sighed, throwing off the blankets and standing up. Her body was still sore, but she wasn’t weak. She opened the door, and Laura’s bright face greeted her. “Finally! I was starting to think you’d sleep forever.” “I shou