[Zeve’s POV]“Do you, Zeve, take Chaz Enver as your groom and mate for life?”“I do.”I held my gaze low under the translucent white veil. It was the day, the moments I had desired for twenty-two years of my existence.I glanced at Chaz, my mate. The person I loved the most. Our eyes met, and I smiled faintly.The night I had been waiting for — the night when Chaz would finally claim me as his and complete our fated union. I had been crushing on him since we were kids. Once, he asked me to play with him in the palace’s garden. I don’t remember what we played or what we talked about. But I remember I felt the best when I was with him. He was warm and the sparks I felt from him were irresistible. He was the best thing that could happen to me.But then he left.It was a difficult twenty-two years for me. I was a kid of rogues and thanks to luna Ava Enver; I could survive.Even though she accepted me in the pack, others didn’t because I was different.They bullied me for being different —

[Zeve's POV]In a hurry, I had picked up a sheer white gown.An entire wall being used as a mirror. I looked at my reflection in the mirror in the washroom.The only material covering my body was the white silk around my breasts and tight white fabric from my hips to my thighs. Rest was all net and laces flowing over my body, covering absolutely nothing.“What kind of dress is this? Why is everything going wrong today? Who in their right mind would make a gown like this?” I sighed at my reflection.If I go out looking like this, I don’t know what he might... No. No. I need some other gown. This barely covers my body. I thought.My wedding gown was filthy and bloodstained. I didn’t want to wear it again — ever again.I placed my hand on my cleavage and looked around. There was a man’s bathrobe.“Maybe Amor used it. Tsk! I can’t use it.” I shook my head. It was believed that only married couples shared the same bathrobes.No, but he changed into some other room. Maybe this room was not u

[Zeve’s POV] Amor stretched out his palm before me, “may I have the honour to dance with you?” He asked. I ignored him like he had been ignoring me. Lady Ella stood in front of him. “You may not dance with her. Not until you tell me what you did to her for her to be this scared. She was literally trembling…” She hadn’t even finished speaking when Amor grabbed my wrist and pulled me in. In no time, my body collided with his. He held my hand and looked at lady Ella. “Mother, I will take her with me for a moment.” He dragged me upstairs. I glanced at lady Ella, who looked enraged by his behaviour. He left my hand only when we reached the balcony. Panting, I looked at him, tensing my eyebrows. He clenched and unclenched his jaws, stepping closer to me as I stepped back. “Stop acting in front of my mother and my family. Stop pretending to be timid and helpless. Stop trying to gain sympathy. I have seen many treacherous women like that, but you seem to be worse than all of them.”

[Zeve’s POV] “Yes, they said that they found this gift in the royal garden. I thought they were lying as usual, and I tried to stop them, but…” the little girl said and then glanced at me from behind Lucella. She contemplated me. I smiled at her. With a quick gulp, she blinked and dropped her gaze. “It’s ok Celeste.” Lucella took what looked like a fruit basket covered with a white cloth from the boys. “I have received the imperial gift and I will give it to lady Zeve. Now all of you may go back.” The kids peeped at me from behind her. “Can we see lady Zeve? We saw her in the hall from far away. Everyone in the palace is talking about her beauty. Can we see her once, please?” The boys hugged Lucella’s legs, peering at her with tear-filled eyes. Princess Celeste stole glances at me, and I don’t know why I was nervous suddenly. “Yes, Lucella. We won’t bother her. Can we get close to her?” Even Celeste requested Lucella. Celeste had blonde hair and hazel eyes. Her composure was li

[Zeve’s POV] The clouds roared as if they were being torn apart by the lightning. It poured heavily. I clenched my fist underwater, looking daggers at him. Rain drops slithered into my eyes and then out of it. My eyes fell on the hilt of his sword hung from the sword belt on his hips. I stretched out my palm towards the hilt of his sword underwater. I always felt an icy burn beneath my skin before something strange happened. Somehow, his sword swam into my palms as if my hand attracted it like a magnet. I slashed the sword at him, cutting through the water's surface. He swiftly glided back, feeling his empty scabbard on his waist. Rain kept running down the blade as I pointed it towards him. His eyes remained fixed on me. His lips curled up unnoticeable inches into a smirk. I lunged, slashing the sword at him, swimming briskly. He glided to the sides and dodged my attacks. Even though most parts of his face remained impassive, his eyes had flames burning that could set the entir