LOGIN“Nyla!” my mother called from downstairs.
I stared at the ceiling for a moment before answering.
Ever since my parents told me about the Alpha’s decision, I had barely stepped outside my room. News traveled fast in a pack, and by now everyone probably knew I had been chosen to marry Dominic Varek.
The thought alone made my stomach twist.
My phone had also been buzzing nonstop with messages from an unknown number. Most of them were threats, some insults. I didn’t need to guess who was behind them.
Dominic’s girlfriend.
The same woman who had stormed into our driveway days ago.
Honestly, her messages meant nothing to me. If she really wanted to stop the marriage, she should be arguing with Dominic or the Alpha—not me.
I slowly pushed myself out of bed. I was still wearing the same loose sleep shirt and pants I had slept in.
It was already afternoon.
My eyes burned from days of crying, but strangely, I felt almost empty now.
Maybe I had simply run out of tears.
Caleb had been calling every night, trying to encourage me. He meant well, but hearing his voice only reminded me of what I could never have.
I had liked him for years.
And now fate had tied me to his brother instead.
I walked downstairs slowly.
The moment I reached the living room, I froze.
Two men were sitting on our couch.
My parents stood nearby looking nervous.
The first man was Alpha Aesop himself.
The second was Dominic.
My heart skipped.
Dominic Varek looked exactly like the rumors described—and somehow even worse.
He was tall, broad-shouldered, and intimidating without even trying. His dark hair was slightly messy, and his sharp blue eyes were cold enough to freeze a room.
The fitted shirt he wore showed the powerful build beneath it. Tattoos disappeared beneath the sleeve on one arm.
Everything about him screamed danger.
For a brief second, I hated how attractive he looked.
“Good afternoon, Alpha,” I said, forcing myself to bow respectfully.
Then I glanced at Dominic.
“Mr. Varek.”
The Alpha smiled warmly.
“Nyla, it’s good to see you.”
I straightened and waited.
“Congratulations,” he continued. “Soon you’ll take on the role of Gamma. Your dedication during training has not gone unnoticed.”
I nodded politely.
“Thank you, Alpha.”
He then turned toward Dominic.
“Why don’t the two of you step outside and talk? The families still need to discuss the ceremony.”
Dominic stood immediately without saying anything.
He walked toward the front door as if he expected me to follow.
So I did.
We stepped onto the patio outside my house. Dominic sat on the wooden bench, staring down the quiet street.
I stayed standing.
After a few seconds, he spoke.
“Let’s make something clear from the start.”
His voice was deep and steady.
“This marriage means nothing to me.”
I crossed my arms.
“That makes two of us.”
His eyes flicked toward me.
“I’m only going along with this because my father insisted,” he continued. “But don’t misunderstand the situation.”
He leaned forward slightly.
“You will never be my real mate.”
The words should have hurt.
But strangely, they didn’t.
“Relax,” I replied calmly. “I’m not dreaming about a love story either.”
That seemed to surprise him.
“I didn’t ask for this arrangement,” I continued. “Your father made it very clear that refusing wasn’t an option.”
Dominic studied my face for a moment.
Then he laughed quietly.
“You expect me to believe that? My father doesn’t do charity work. Your family is benefiting from this somehow.”
Anger flared inside me.
“You think my parents sold me?”
“If the shoe fits.”
For a moment I almost slapped him.
Instead, I forced myself to stay calm.
“You’re wrong,” I said quietly.
He smirked.
“Everyone wants something from the Varek family.”
His arrogance was unbelievable.
“Well,” I said coldly, “at least I’ve earned my place in this pack.”
His eyes narrowed.
“What’s that supposed to mean?”
“It means I became a warrior because I worked for it,” I replied. “Not because I was born into the Alpha’s bloodline.”
The air between us turned tense.
Dominic’s expression hardened.
For a second I thought he might actually lose his temper.
Instead he exhaled slowly and leaned back again.
“You’ve got a sharp tongue.”
“You started it.”
Silence followed.
Finally Dominic spoke again.
“Since we’re stuck with this situation, we should set a few boundaries.”
I nodded slightly.
“Fair enough.”
“Publicly,” he said, “we’ll act like a proper couple. That’s what my father expects.”
“And privately?”
“Privately we stay out of each other’s business.”
That sounded perfect to me.
“I can live with that.”
He watched me carefully.
“There’s someone else in my life,” he added.
“I know,” I said flatly.
That caught him off guard.
“She already introduced herself.”
Dominic cursed quietly under his breath.
“I’ll handle that.”
“As long as she stops threatening me,” I replied.
He nodded once.
“That won’t happen again.”
Then he added something unexpected.
“And if you decide to see someone else… I don’t care.”
I blinked.
“Excuse me?”
“This marriage is political,” he said bluntly. “I’m not interested in controlling your personal life.”
I almost laughed.
“That’s generous of you.”
He shrugged.
“Just don’t cause problems for me.”
I shook my head.
“I’m not the one with a girlfriend.”
For the first time, Dominic looked slightly amused.
“Good point.”
After a moment he stood.
“Come on. If we stay out here too long, my father will think we’re actually getting along.”
We returned inside the house.
Alpha Aesop stood up when he saw us.
“Ah, there you are,” he said with a satisfied smile.
“I assume the two of you had a productive conversation.”
Dominic said nothing.
My father shook the Alpha’s hand respectfully.
“You’ve raised a remarkable daughter,” the Alpha said to him. “She has the strength and character this family needs.”
I forced a polite smile.
Then Dominic spoke suddenly.
“That’s not the real reason for this marriage, Father.”
The room went silent.
The Alpha’s expression darkened.
“Dominic—”
“Let’s not pretend,” he continued calmly.
His eyes moved toward my parents.
“This arrangement isn’t about pack strength.”
The tension in the room thickened.
“It’s about keeping certain people happy.”
The Alpha’s jaw tightened.
Dominic gave a small, humorless smile.
“My stepmother didn’t want Caleb choosing Nyla.”
My breath caught.
“So instead,” he finished quietly, “I was ordered to marry her.”
Silence fell across the room.
In that moment, everything finally made sense.
I had never truly been part of the plan.
I was simply the solution to someone else’s problem.
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 stood across the hall, calm and composed, her smile perfect, her posture unshakable. But I knew her too well. Beneath that polished exterior was a mind always calculating, always planning. Every glance she sent my way, every subtle tilt of her head, carried a weight I could feel pressing against me.I clenched my fists to steady myself. I had learned early that showing weakness gave her power. Yet tonight, even as I tried to force myself to stay composed, my chest tightened. I realized the dance, the smiles, the polite conversation—they had not been enough to erase the unease settling deep inside me.“Are you all right?” Dominic’s voice came from beside me, low and quiet, and I nearly jumpe
Dominic“I did not even know our father would give me anything for this. I was just obeying an order by marrying her. Margaret had set me up too many times. I knew if I refused, she would do something that might cost me. I married Tia for the sake of peace.”“Take her from you? You were not even dating her.”The words slipped out before I could stop them.He turned toward me, his expression tightening slightly, but I did not look away. The corridor outside the hall was quieter than the ballroom, the distant music drifting faintly through the tall doors behind us.For a moment, neither of us spoke.Inside the hall, the celebration continued. Laughter rose and fell like waves, glasses clinked together, and the orchestra carried on with another elegant melody. Anyone standing in that ballroom would believe the evening was perfect.But nothing in this family was ever truly perfect.“You don’t understand,” he said finally, his voice lower now.Perhaps he was right.Or perhaps he simply did
Dominic.Nyla was a gentle soul. I could see it in the way she moved, in the subtle hesitation in her gestures, the soft glance she cast at everyone around her. She was cautious, wary of judgment, but there was also an undeniable grace about her that made her stand out in any room. I did not want her to be embarrassed, to feel humiliated by the eyes of the pack or the whispers of the more cunning members. So, I offered my hand to her, a silent promise that I would not allow anyone to belittle her tonight.She hesitated for a heartbeat, her wide eyes flicking to mine. There was an unreadable question there, a mixture of fear and curiosity. I gave her a small nod, encouraging, patient, and she placed her hand in mine.As we moved to the center of the hall, the polished floor reflecting the glow of chandeliers, I stole glances at her, memorizing every detail. Her hair caught the light, her dress flowed like water, and the softness of her features contrasted sharply with the hard walls of
People waited outside to welcome us into the house when we arrived at the Moon mansion. The air was thick with anticipation, the scent of polished wood and faint floral arrangements filling the grand foyer. Every pair of eyes was on me, judging, whispering, waiting for me to falter. My chest tightened with each step, but I forced my head high. I would not give them the satisfaction of fear.When we reached the door, Dominic lifted me bridal style, carrying me into the house with an effortless grace that made the motion look ceremonial, almost rehearsed. I stiffened instinctively, my arms pressed against my sides. His actions didn’t touch me—not really—because I knew it was all for show, a performance tailored to the expectations of the pack and, more importantly, to placate his father.I scanned the room as we moved through the foyer. Servants lined the sides, curtsying and murmuring their greetings. The Moon mansion was everything the legends promised—grand, imposing, and suffocating
NylaThree weeks had passed since that fateful day when my father handed Dominic the keys to my life. Each morning, I woke hoping it had all been a dream, that the Moons or the pack elders would step in and stop the madness. But each day only confirmed the harsh reality: nothing had changed.Then, one evening, my mother approached me with her usual quiet hesitance, her hands trembling slightly as she clutched a folded letter.“Nyla… a date has been set,” she said softly, avoiding my gaze. “The wedding… it’s in one week.”My stomach dropped, and a cold dread spread through me. I felt my knees weaken as if the world itself were trying to push me down. I staggered toward the sink, dry heaving, bile rising in my throat. I wished, desperately, that I could wake from this nightmare. That the papers, the preparations, the looming ceremony—all of it—was a cruel illusion. But my mother’s worried face, pale and etched with lines of fatigue, told me it was all too real.“They say it’s for your p
DominicDominicMy father’s weakness was staggering. He let Margaret manipulate him, bending his authority to satisfy her ambition, and in doing so, ruined two lives. Her cruelty had no bounds. She had not only turned him against me but had orchestrated this marriage to remove Nyla from the picture.I had followed my father to Nyla’s home that morning, asking questions, watching, pretending to understand why she was being forced into this. Margaret had spun a tale about the Lockwoods requesting the union because Nyla was a powerful, promising female. According to her, it was Nyla’s “right” to be considered Luna—but since my father and she could not approve her pairing with anyone else, they had “settled” on me. The arrogance of it was sickening.Nyla was innocent in all of this. Her admiration for Eric had been nothing more than a crush. She had worked tirelessly at the academy, finishing second with precision and discipline, not to secure anyone’s favor but to prove herself. Yet Marg







