Semua Bab THE COLD WOLF'S MATE : Bab 1 - Bab 10

Elara’s POVThe cold ground scraped against my knees as they shoved me forward. My hands and legs were bound in shackles, and it was throbbing from the pressure that had been applied to them. It wasn't even a silver chain—the slight mockery telling me that I don't deserve to be treated like the rest but they were right. Every breath I took was mixed with blood, fear and shame. I tried not to lift my head and I didn't need to. I already knew what was waiting for me. As I entered the huge hall, I could feel all sets of cruel eyes on me. I stepped on a weighing scale, and someone took my weight like a piece of meat that was to be sold. Maybe that was because I was being sold–like a piece of property to be owned. The thick scent of alcohol and testosterone that filled the room clung onto me like air. I could feel the greedy and dirty stares which lingered on my body. My silver hair fell like a curtain, which hid the bruises on my cheek. It helped me protect what little of me was rem

Elara’s POV My life in this pack has been nothing filled with horror. The pack omega’s take it upon themself to bully me and ride down my self esteem anyway possible. I try as much as possible to keep my head down and do any work assigned to me, so I can retire back to my cage–the one place I now find peace. Today I was scrubbing the castle grounds and no matter how many times people walked over it. I would have to make sure they were spotless when the matron comes to check on it unless I won't get any food for the day. My hands hurt, my back ache, and I felt dizzy. If I slumped and died, it won't matter to anyone. That's how useless I am to the pack.“Elara!” I heard my name being called and I froze, it was never a good thing to have your name being called. I turned slowly to see the matron with her black gown and stick heading towards me. I quickly stood up from the ground, my head bent, “yes ma’am” I answered in a low but firm tone. “What have you been doing? You aren't done w

Elara’s POVI didn’t stop running until the weight of the palace walls no longer pressed on my chest. My bare feet slapped against cold marble, then stone, and finally dirt as I slipped through the servants’ wing and out toward the back courtyard, hidden in shadow. Only when I was sure no one was chasing me did I allow myself to stop.My lungs burned and my hands trembled.Kael had defended me. In front of everyone and in front of her.Liora.Even her name left a bitter taste in my mouth. She was everything I was not—noble, powerful, beautiful in a cruel, calculating way and I, in comparison, was nothing, a servant, a wolfless omega and very disposable.I hugged myself, crouching behind a pillar near the garden wall, trying to make sense of what had just happened. The echo of Kael’s voice still rang in my ears.“She is mine.”Those words hadn’t been soft. They hadn’t been gentle.They had something to it.I touched my wrist where his fingers had held me, not bruising but firm, like it

Kael didn’t speak again as he led me through the forest, his grip tight but not cruel. My bare feet stumbled over roots and rocks, the hem of my dress torn and damp with mud. Still, I didn’t complain. I didn’t ask questions. I just let him pull me forward.The silence between us was thick—unspoken thoughts pressing against the edges of my mind, questions I didn’t dare ask, and fears I couldn’t voice. I had just escaped Liora’s blade, and now I was following the one man who had complicated everything.We crossed the creek, the icy water biting at my ankles. The trees seemed to close tighter around us, shadows swallowing the path behind. There was no sign of Liora. No sound of pursuit. Only the steady rhythm of Kael’s boots against the earth and the breath that caught in my throat every time I glanced at him.He didn’t look at me again. His face was unreadable–the same man who had protected me from Liora now walked ahead, a storm barely restrained within him.Finally, the trees thinned.

Liora’s POVThe moment Kael’s fingers left my throat, I collapsed to the floor, gasping for air. My nails clawed at the polished stone beneath me, my lungs burning. Rage simmered beneath my skin like molten lava—it was not just from the pain, but from the humiliation.Servants had witnessed it. The guards had seen—and none of them dared to help me. That was what power did. That was what being his wife meant—nothing.I waited until the last echo of his boots faded down the hall before I pushed myself up. My pride stung more than my bruised neck. Kael had never dared to touch me like that before. That…slave was doing something to him.“Elara,” I whispered the name like venom. He called her by her name. He was already humanizing her—and favoring her.No… I would not allow this.I stormed through the palace hallways, ignoring the fearful glances from servants. Let them stare, let them tremble. I was going to be their queen, and I would make sure they knew it. I entered my chamber, slammi