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Ari"Well, how do you like it?" Maddie looked at herself in the mirror. Her face lit up after seeing the braided hair crown sitting on top of her head. She was very pleased with the way I did her hair. Indeed, the elegant hairstyle made her look regal and queenly. She looked like a modern-day princess."It was awesome! The Queen of hairstyling, indeed!" Maddie exclaimed. She showed her utmost appreciation by cuddling me. "I bet the Jarl of Ironflame Pack would find it difficult to resist me with this hairstyle," she added afterward."I'm sure he would," I commented as I finished her look with a pink blush on her cheeks."You really are the best, sis! Thank you for doing this for me."I smiled widely upon hearing her praise. My younger half-sister, Maddie, had a huge crush on Jarl Kristoff, the crown alpha of Ironflame Pack, despite having only heard about him through stories circulating on the continent. Ironflame was the largest and most powerful pack in the Northern continent, and

AriLike any other she-wolf in the world, I looked forward to the day of my union with my mate. And finally, after years of waiting, my dream was fulfilled.As I looked in the mirror, I couldn't help but tear up as I saw myself in my white wedding gown. It was hard to believe that the hope I had clung to for so long, the hope of finding someone who would love me just as I had always dreamed, was now a reality. Kristoff was more than a dream; after today, he would be my new reality.I recalled the way Kristoff had found me, in my pitiable state where my parent's bloodline had already defined me long before I was born. I had thought I would never bring honor to my father, who cherished me more than I could have asked for. Kristoff made me believe in the existence of fairy tales, that he was the prince destined to love me for who I was, not for what my genes dictated. I couldn't wait to begin my eternity with him, the wolf to whom I would willingly surrender my heart, my life, and my sou

Kristoff "Let me go!! DO YOU KNOW WHO YOU'RE DEALING WITH!!!" I shouted at the men who were detaining me. They remained silent, completely ignoring my demands. This only fueled my fury, as they intentionally ignored my authority as a Jarl. "Are you out of your mind!? I am a Jarl—the future Alpha of the great Iron Flame pack! How dare you ignore my commands!" I raged on, desperately trying to make them see reason. One of the men finally responded with a calm voice, "We are well aware of who you are, Jarl Kristoff. Nobody here disagrees with everything you have said. However, our loyalty still lies with the Ironwolf and our pack. It is our duty to bring you back to the Ironflame safe and sound, just as your father wants." I screamed out of frustration, "BUT HAVE YOU REALIZED IT IS MY WEDDING DAY!!? You have ruined the most precious day of my life!!" Their silence continued as they dragged me away, leaving me feeling devastated and helpless. It was supposed to be a joyful day, a fai

Ari"Can you still walk, Lady Ari?"Igor's concerned voice cut through the weariness that clung to me like a heavy cloak. The silver shackles on my hands weighed me down, making every step a struggle."Yes, Igor. Please, focus on your mate. I'll manage," I replied, my voice carrying the fatigue of a long journey. I tried to pose an “okay” smile, but Igor was not convinced.“Are you sure, my lady?”“Yes, Igor. I am fine. This is nothing compared to what they did to my father.”Jackie and Igor exchanged glances, sympathy etched on their faces. My supposed dream had twisted into a nightmare, and the endless walk drained the last ounce of hope from my soul. The forest, once full of life, now seemed like a place full of sad memories. Every tree cast shadows that told stories of our freedom that we lost.Barefoot and broken, we moved along the captive path. The cold ground sent shivers down my spine. The shackles on my hands made a clinking sound with every painful step, cruelly reminding u

AriI stood up, trembling, in front of the mirror. My gaze fixed on the stranger staring back at me, and I forced a bitter smile onto my lips. My fingers traced the shortened strands of my once-long hair, and I hated the way it looked. It served as a stark reminder of the humiliation and loss I had endured because of my stepmother. I couldn’t help but wonder when this series of misfortune would come to an end, silently pleading with the moon goddess.Tears welled up and streamed down my cheeks, distorting the reflection I could no longer bear to confront. My hair, once a source of pride and dignity, had become just another casualty of my stepmother's cruelty. She had taken everything from me—my family, my happily ever after, the dream of a fairytale wedding, the loyal people who had faithfully served us, and even my deceased father's honor. The Ironwolf and my malevolent stepmother had left me with nothing. I felt utterly depleted, my will to live extinguished.Sinking to the floor, I