LOGIN“Tell me this is a joke.”
My voice trembled as the words left my mouth. Tears blurred my vision while I stared at my parents. My mother shook her head slowly, tears already streaming down her face. “I wish it was, Nyla,” she whispered. My chest tightened painfully. “Dominic Varek?” I repeated, my voice rising. “The Dominic Varek?” The room felt like it was closing in around me. Everyone in the Silvermoon territory knew who Dominic was. He was the Alpha’s most feared warrior. Cold. Ruthless. Violent. Stories about him traveled through every pack like dark legends. People said he had killed rogues with his bare hands. People said he felt nothing. And now the Alpha wanted me to marry him? “This can’t be happening,” I said, standing up suddenly. “You can’t just let them do this!” My father rubbed his face tiredly. “You know how things work here, Nyla.” “No,” I snapped. “I refuse to accept that.” My wolf stirred angrily inside me. “I’m not marrying Dominic Varek. I don’t even know him!” My mother began crying harder. “It wasn’t our decision,” she said softly. “The Alpha made it clear that this union is important for the pack.” “Important?” I laughed bitterly. “Yes,” my father replied quietly. “Dominic is strong… but difficult to control. The Alpha believes you can balance him.” My anger exploded. “You can’t tame someone like him!” I shouted. “Dominic is dangerous. Everyone knows that.” Silence filled the room. “Enough,” I said finally. “I’m leaving.” Both of my parents froze. “I’m serious,” I continued. “I’ll pack my things and go to the western territories. The Alpha can find someone else to marry his monster.” My father stood up immediately. “You can’t leave, Nyla.” I turned to him sharply. “Why not?” His expression was filled with fear. “If you refuse the Alpha’s order, he will cast our family out of the pack.” My heart skipped. “You know what happens to wolves without a pack,” he continued. I did know. Rogues. Once a wolf lost their pack bond, their mind slowly broke apart. Loneliness turned into madness. Eventually they became feral. My father’s voice shook. “We wouldn’t survive it, Nyla. Please… you have to think about this.” I looked at my mother helplessly. “Do you know what you’re asking me to do?” She nodded through her tears. “Yes.” My voice cracked. “You’re asking me to marry the most dangerous man in the territory.” Neither of them answered. Because we all knew it was true. Dominic Varek wasn’t just a warrior. He was a weapon. And now the Alpha had decided I belonged to him. The next two weeks passed like a nightmare. I avoided everyone. I skipped training. I ignored the pack gatherings. Even Eric stopped trying to contact me after a few days. Maybe he thought I needed space. Maybe he simply didn’t care. Either way, I was too exhausted to think about it. One afternoon I sat alone on the front porch of our house, staring blankly at the road. A black car suddenly pulled into our driveway. I frowned. Visitors were rare in our quiet area of the pack. The car door opened, and a young woman stepped out. She was beautiful. Tall, elegant, with long dark hair and porcelain skin. But the anger burning in her eyes ruined the beauty. She walked straight toward me. “Are you Nyla?” Her voice was sharp. I nodded slowly. “Yes…” Her expression twisted with fury. “You gold-digging bitch.” I blinked in shock. “What?” “What do you and your family have on the Alpha?” she demanded. “Do you have any idea how long Dominic and I have been together?” My stomach dropped. Oh. So this was his girlfriend. “We’ve been together for years,” she continued, tears forming in her eyes. “And suddenly the Alpha decides he’s marrying you?” I was completely speechless. I hadn’t even processed my own situation yet. “How dare you try to take him from me?” she yelled. That was when something inside me snapped. “Watch it,” I warned coldly. My wolf stirred beneath my skin. “I don’t want Dominic,” I said bluntly. Her shouting stopped instantly. “I didn’t ask for this marriage,” I continued. “And if you want someone to blame, go talk to the Alpha.” I crossed my arms. “Better yet, tell Dominic to reject the union himself. Trust me, you’d be doing me a huge favor.” She looked stunned for a moment. Then her anger returned. “You think this is funny?” She stepped closer. “I swear if you ruin our relationship—” A low growl escaped my throat. Her body froze. “You should leave,” I said quietly. “Right now.” My eyes burned with warning. “Because if you keep insulting me today… I might actually hurt you.” For a moment we just stared at each other. Then she scoffed and turned away. “You’ll regret this,” she muttered before storming back to her car. The vehicle sped out of the driveway. I sank back into the chair with a tired sigh. “Great.” Now I had to deal with Dominic’s girlfriend too. And the worst part? Dominic himself hadn’t even bothered to come see me. Which probably meant one thing. He didn’t want this marriage either. And somehow… That made everything even worse.The morning after the warehouse was a study in contrasts. The air in our bedroom remained heavy with the residual tension of the silent treatment, but the world outside continued to spin with its usual Varek coldness. After breakfast, which we ate in a silence so thick it felt like a third guest at the table, Dominic left for the office. He lingered at the door for a second, his eyes searching mine for even a flicker of forgiveness, but I kept my gaze fixed on my tea. I knew he was going to war with the information we had squeezed out of the driver, but the sting of him yelling at me in front of Eric and the guards was still too fresh.Once the roar of his SUV faded down the drive, I felt a strange sense of lightness. I picked up one of my favourite pieces of literature—a worn copy of poetry that had survived the company explosion—and decided to spend time in the garden's Gazebo reading. It was my only sanctuary, a place where the scent of jasmine could drown out the lingering smell o
I wanted to punish Dominic. The silence in the bedroom was intentional, a cold, sharp weapon I used to keep him at a distance while the echoes of that warehouse still vibrated in my bones. He yelled at me in the presence of everyone. The sound of his voice, booming and authoritative, had felt like a physical blow against my chest. I was embarrassed, but I played it off as if it were nothing because, just like him, I wanted answers too, but not enough to disrespect him the way he had disrespected me. We were supposed to be a team, especially now with the weight of the Varek legacy growing inside me, yet in front of Eric and the guards, he had treated me like a subordinate rather than his wife.I stood by the window, watching the morning light hit the sprawling estate, but all I could see was the flickering light of that single bulb in the shipping depot. These assholes chased us, caused us to have an accident that led to the company explosion, and nearly took the life of my child. They
The drive back from the industrial district was a suffocating experience. The hum of the SUV’s engine was the only sound in a cabin that felt like it had been drained of all oxygen. I kept my eyes fixed on the road, my hands gripping the steering wheel so tightly that my knuckles were bone-white, looking like polished stones under the dashboard lights. Every few seconds, the image of the warehouse flashed behind my eyes—the blood, the screams of the driver, and the cold, surgical precision with which Nyla had dismantled his lies.Nyla and I rode back home in silence. I knew she wasn't mad about the violence or the fact that we had spent the morning in a den of filth and retribution. She had survived the company explosion and the surgery that followed; she wasn't a stranger to the harsh realities of being a Varek. But I had yelled at her. In that moment when the driver had lunged or the tension had snapped, I had let my protective instincts turn into something loud and ugly. I had roar
I could not believe how Nyla had managed to get him to talk. I stood back, the adrenaline still coursing through my veins, my chest heaving as I watched the scene unfold. I had used every ounce of my physical strength and the dark training of my lineage to break this man, but he had remained a wall of terrified lies. Yet, Nyla had walked into the center of the room and dismantled him with nothing more than a steady gaze and a voice that carried the weight of a woman who had already died once in that explosion.I looked at Eric, and he smiled. It was a strange, unsettling expression to see on my brother’s face—a mixture of genuine respect and a weary kind of relief. For a second, the mask of the jealous son slipped, and I saw the boy I used to grow up with before Margaret’s poison had settled in his ear. Maybe he wasn't trying to make me look like a monster after all. Maybe he was realizing that the explosion in our company was a line even he couldn't cross. In that moment, he wasn't m
The metallic tang of blood filled the freezing warehouse, thick and suffocating. I took off a toe, the guy screamed, and the sound bounced off the high corrugated ceiling like a gunshot. Nyla tried to stop me, her hand gripping my bicep with a strength that surprised me, but I couldn't pull back. I didn't want to. My vision was clouded with the memory of the company lobby turning into a wall of orange fire. I remembered the roar of the explosion and the terrifying moment the smoke separated us, leaving me screaming her name into a void of falling debris.I knew the guy was lying and I felt insulted because he was holding out on me. Every time he looked at me with those rat-like eyes, I didn't see a hired hand; I saw the person who had planted the device that nearly ended my wife and child. All my rage and fear were gushing out at that moment, and I wanted someone to pay for the trauma that had turned Nyla’s pregnancy into a high stakes survival game. The surgery to save her and the ba
Alright, send me the address. I will be there," I said and hung up. The metal of the phone felt cold against my palm, a stark contrast to the heat rising in my chest. We were still standing in the quiet, sterile hallway of the clinic, but the peace of the successful checkup had been shattered. I could still smell the antiseptic, but now it was mixed with the phantom scent of smoke and burnt wires that had haunted me since the day the company exploded. "Where are you going?" Nyla asked me, getting up from the chair. She moved with a cautious, protective grace, her hand resting over the four-month curve of her stomach. The pregnancy was no longer a secret we kept in the dark corners of the mansion; the whole Varek circle knew she was carrying the heir. That knowledge had turned her into the ultimate target for everyone who wanted a piece of my father’s empire. Nyla looked at me, her eyes searching mine, and she saw the predator that had just been awakened by that phone call. "Eric's g
Nyla. I woke up in the morning and did not know how to face Dominic. I knew he had seen me; although he did not say a word about it, the look of amusement in his eyes proved he had. As long as he did not bring it up, I could pretend he had not seen anything. I had honestly thought he would remain d
Nyla Dominic served my food, and his kindness touched me, but I knew it was for display. We sat beside each other, and he stylishly placed his hand on my thigh and squeezed. I was a bit uncomfortable, and I swallowed hard. It would be kind of him to keep his hands to himself. I was a young woman w
NylaI was in shock by what had just happened. I was shocked and angry. Dominic had waited this long before showing any sign of care, before letting me feel like I mattered. It wasn’t heartwarming. What did he expect me to do? I could not believe he had left me feeling so uncertain before.Margaret
Dominic I did not even know our father would give me anything for this. I was just obeying an order by marrying her. Stacy had set me up too many times. I knew if I refused, she would do something that might cost me. I married Nyla for the sake of peace. The registry hall was alive with music and







