LOGINFour days passed before Eric finally came to see me.
By then, the world felt quieter… emptier.
I sat alone in the back garden behind our house, staring at the trees beyond the fence. The wind moved softly through the leaves, but I barely noticed it.
My thoughts kept circling the same conversation.
Dominic’s words.
The truth he had thrown into the open in front of everyone.
None of this had been about the pack.
It was about keeping me away from Eric.
Footsteps approached from the stone path.
“You look thinner.”
Eric’s voice broke through my thoughts.
I turned slightly as he sat down beside me on the bench. His expression tightened when he saw my face properly.
“You haven’t been eating,” he said quietly.
I didn’t answer.
What was the point?
Eric ran a hand through his hair and stood up again, pacing across the grass. He looked restless, like something was weighing heavily on his mind.
“Why didn’t you tell me Dominic came here?” he asked after a moment.
I looked at him slowly.
“It didn’t seem important.”
His brows drew together.
“Of course it’s important,” he said. “We’re friends, Nyla. If something happens, I should know.”
The word friends landed heavily in my chest.
I lowered my gaze.
“Help me, Eric.”
The words slipped out before I could stop them.
He froze.
“If I were already Alpha, I’d stop this,” he said quickly. “I wouldn’t let them force you into something like this.”
“That won’t change anything.”
He frowned.
“What do you mean?”
I took a slow breath.
“Your mother arranged it.”
The surprise on his face was immediate.
“That’s impossible.”
“Dominic said it himself,” I replied. “In front of his father. And the Alpha didn’t deny it.”
Eric shook his head firmly.
“No. My mother wouldn’t do that.”
“She thinks I’m a problem.”
Eric stared at me.
“She believes you and I might end up together,” I continued. “So she decided to solve that problem.”
Silence settled between us.
“That’s ridiculous,” Eric muttered. “She knows we’re just friends.”
His words stung more than I expected.
“I know,” I said quietly.
“But she doesn’t.”
I forced myself to look at him.
“Please talk to her.”
Eric hesitated.
“She’s destroying two lives because she’s afraid of something that doesn’t even exist.”
My voice broke slightly.
“Dominic already loves someone else. And now he’s being pushed into a marriage he doesn’t want… with someone who doesn’t want him either.”
Eric rubbed the back of his neck.
“I can try speaking to her,” he said carefully.
“But I can’t promise anything.”
My hands clenched in my lap.
“I just don’t want to marry him.”
The tears came before I could stop them.
Eric immediately sat beside me again and wrapped an arm around my shoulders.
“It’ll be okay,” he murmured.
But even he didn’t sound convinced.
“Please,” I whispered.
He sighed.
“I’ll talk to her. That’s all I can promise.”
It wasn’t much.
But it was the only hope I had left.
Two days passed.
Eric didn’t call.
He didn’t send a message.
Nothing.
I lay on my bed staring at the ceiling, feeling something inside me slowly break apart.
Maybe he had tried.
Maybe he hadn’t.
Either way, the result was the same.
Nothing changed.
A knock sounded on my door.
I didn’t bother answering.
My mother opened it anyway.
She walked inside carrying a tray with food on it.
“You need to eat something,” she said gently, placing the tray on the small table beside my bed.
I sat up slowly.
“How do you live with yourselves?” I asked coldly.
She looked confused.
“After selling your daughter.”
My words hit her like a slap.
“Nyla—”
“You took the Alpha’s money,” I continued bitterly. “Don’t deny it.”
My mother looked away.
“We didn’t have a choice.”
“You always had a choice.”
She shook her head weakly.
“You don’t understand how bad things were,” she whispered.
“What do you mean?”
Her voice trembled.
“We were about to lose the house.”
I blinked.
“The academy fees… the private tutors… the training equipment,” she continued. “Your father and I borrowed a lot of money to give you those opportunities.”
Guilt flickered briefly through my anger.
“But the debt kept growing.”
Her hands tightened around the edge of the table.
“The bank was preparing to take the house.”
I stared at her.
“So when the Alpha forced this marriage…”
“We used the money to clear everything.”
Silence filled the room.
“So you still sold me,” I said quietly.
Tears rolled down her cheeks.
“We were desperate.”
I looked away.
Part of me understood.
Another part of me refused to forgive them.
“I told Eric the truth,” I said suddenly.
Her head snapped up.
“What truth?”
“About his mother.”
Shock filled her face.
“He said he would speak to her.”
My mother’s expression slowly changed.
“Nyla…”
“What?”
Her voice became softer.
“Eric left yesterday.”
My heart skipped.
“Left?”
“He and Derek traveled north. The Alpha wants him to gain experience before taking full leadership responsibilities.”
My stomach dropped.
“He’s gone?”
“Yes.”
“For how long?”
“Two years.”
The words felt like a knife in my chest.
Two years.
He left without telling me.
My eyes filled with tears again.
“I’m sorry,” my mother whispered.
But her apology didn’t fix anything.
Eric was gone.
The one person who might have helped me… wasn’t here anymore.
And soon…
I would belong to Dominic Varek.
Whether I wanted to or not.
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







