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.
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
“Have you eaten?” Alpha Aesop asked, and I nodded, my throat suddenly dry. “Please sit,” he said, softer this time, his voice careful. I lowered myself onto the chair, every muscle tense, my mind a whirlwind of thoughts I couldn’t organize. The room was quiet too quiet and that silence made my ski
Nyla“Nyla, please say sorry,” Dominic linked me, his voice low, pleading, shaking slightly with the weight of anger and frustration.It was hard, but I managed to do so, my lips trembling as I whispered, “I… I’m sorry.”“Henceforth, you are not welcome at this table, Nyla. I thought you were a swe
DominicNyla wasn’t in the room when I returned. I linked Bart, and he told me she was around. I wanted to link her but decided against it last minute.Soon she walked into her room, smelling of Caleb with swollen lips. She still wanted him. Even after all that she knew about him, she still wanted
DominicI got back home in the night after taking a long walk in the park. Nyla was asleep. The television on her side of the room was on, but I did not bother to cross over to turn it off, so I did not disturb her sleep. Instead, I turned off the lights in my room and lay in bed. I was restless an







