MasukHello my amazing readers, I want to sincerely apologize for not posting for a few days. Life happened, but I truly appreciate your patience, love, and continued support, it means more to me than you know. From now on, I’ll be more consistent, and I promise to make it worth the wait. Get ready for even more intriguing chapters, deeper twists, and intense moments as the story unfolds. Thank you for staying with me on this journey and enjoying the story. I’m so grateful for every read, every comment, and every bit of love you show. Wishing you all a Happy New Year filled with joy, success, and beautiful moments 🎉✨
LADY SARAPHINA'S POVI gripped the steering wheel of my new car and let the engine hum beneath me.The streets blurred past as I drove toward Luna-Light Pack Palace, and a slow, satisfied smile curled across my lips. It had been so long since I’d driven.It was before my husband died.Before Violet ruined everything I had built.Before I had to settle for crumbs when life had promised me a banquet.Now?Now, everything was different. Thanks to Violet, I was back. Back in glory. Back in wealth. Back in control.I slid my sunglasses on, even though the sun had barely risen, and leaned back in my seat. The soft leather smelled new, rich, intoxicating. The metallic gleam of the dashboard reflected the morning light, making me feel untouchable.People might whisper, might call me greedy for selling my stepdaughter to the ruthless one-eyed Alpha in exchange for gold, jewelry, and power, but what had I done wrong?Life was a game. Sacrifices were part of it.Violet had been the obstacle. And
VIOLET’S POVZoey didn’t raise her voice.She didn’t shout.She didn’t threaten.She just stood there, calm and steady, and said:“…are you in… or out?”Something warm bloomed in my chest.Pride.For a moment, I forgot the sting of the cut on my palm.Forgot the oath burning beneath my skin.Forgot the fear clawing at my ribs.I watched her… my little sister, standing before three women who terrified the entire palace.And she didn’t shake.I wondered why I couldn’t be like her.Why confidence slid so easily into Zoella’s bones, while fear curled up and lived inside mine.But one thing settled, clear and immovable…I would not let her face this alone.Not this time.I forced myself to breathe.Lowered my eyes.Waited.Celine tilted her head, smiling the way she always did when she was about to hurt someone.“What condition?” she asked lightly.Emily crossed her arms.Mirella rolled her eyes.Zoey answered without hesitation.“I’ll cook for you,” she said. “And I’ll fix what’s been bro
ZOELLA’S POVI was happy.So happy I didn’t even notice I was humming… until Violet snapped.“Zoella,” she said without looking up, “if you don’t take that stupid song outside, I swear I’ll throw something at you.”I laughed and spun in a small circle, the night air slipped in through the open window, cool and soft against my skin. The room smelled like crushed herbs, dust, and safety. For once.Quiet. Safe.“You’re just jealous,” I said. “I haven’t even done anything nice yet, and I’m already seeing results. Of course I’m happy.”Violet made a small sound.Not a laugh.Not a sigh.A hiss.I stopped humming.She shifted in her chair, shoulders pulling inward. One hand disappeared against her side, tucked too carefully.My smile faded.“Violet,” I said slowly. “What’s wrong?”“Nothing,” she answered, too fast.I crossed the room.“Show me your hand.”She shook her head.“Zoey. Please stop.”I didn’t.I grabbed her wrist.She flinched.My stomach dropped.“Open your palm,” I said.She t
EMILY’S POVI was restless.That was the word.Not lonely. Not sad.Just restless.My body felt awake in a way my mind didn’t want to ignore. The sheets clung to my skin, twisted and warm. The room felt too quiet. Too big. Too empty.I stared at the ceiling, jaw tight, breathing slow and measured. I had always loved touch. Heat. Want. I never pretended otherwise. And Merrin… gods, Merrin knew what he was doing. He always had.That was the cruel part.A man gifted like that should never be stingy with his cøck.Just the thought of him made heat build inside me. Pussy throbbed. Needed release. Bad.I grabbed the cucumber I had taken from the kitchen counter earlier.Thick. Green. Veins bumpy. Almost as big as Merrin's d!ck.“Fvck,” I whispered to myself. Sat on the bed. Legs spread wide.I've fvcked so many guys. All shapes. All sizes. But none hit like Merrin. His d!ck stretches me perfectly. Fills every inch.This cucumber? Close. But not him.“Why do you hate sêx, Merrin?” I muttered.
VIOLET’S POVThe moment the call with Merrin ended, I just stared at my phone.Then I laughed.I couldn’t help it.Merrin was… ridiculous.Tough.Cold.Ruthless.And yet, somehow, beneath all that… he was also childish. Possessive in the most obvious way. Jealous, even when he worked hard to pretend he wasn’t.“Don’t Call Silvan Again,” he had snapped.As if we were that close.He’s my husband, yes… but love? Beyond desire, beyond the nights we share, there’s nothing real.Or so I keep telling myself.I flopped onto the bed and pressed the phone to my chest, my smile lingering.“What a strange man,” I murmured.My mind betrayed me.Images formed on their own:Merrin seated in a sleek meeting room. A long glass table. Men in dark suits. Women too… beautiful women. Tall. Confident. Refined. The kind who smiled without lowering their eyes.My chest tightened.What if… he came back with another wife?Another Luna.Another woman to stand beside him.My smile faltered, slipping away.“That
ZOELLA'S POVI grinned as I watched the long convoy of black cars fade down the palace driveway. Merrin was gone. Finally.Finally, I could breathe.Finally, I could move without the shadow of his ruthless gaze watching me like a hawk.And I intended to enjoy every second of it.No lectures. No warnings. No reminders of his power. Just me, free to stir a little chaos.A little revenge.I thought of Violet. My sister. The poor girl had been trapped in this hell called marriage, and now it was my turn to undo the wrongs my mother had inflicted… or at least… shake things up.I would find a way to pull Violet out of this hell called marriage… whether she wanted it or not. But that was a task for later.For now… Merrin’s wives….Celine.Emily.Mirella.Would feel exactly what Violet had felt. Isolation. Fear. The gnawing tension of being an outcast in a place that's holding only control and luxury.They had been cruel. So cruel. Not just to Violet, but to anyone in their path, the maids,







