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1. The Birthday Curse

Chapter 1: The Birthday CurseANYA’S POV The dream always began the same way—screeching tires, shattering glass, my parents’ screams, and then silence. Only this time, their faces twisted toward me, eyes blazing with accusation. You killed us, Anya.I jolted awake with a strangled gasp, my nightdress clinging to my sweat-drenched skin. My chest rose and fell in ragged pulls, and I pressed a trembling hand against my racing heart. The cracked ceiling of my servants’ quarters loomed above me, mocking me.The shrill cry of my alarm clock pierced the silence. 4:30 a.m.I forced myself upright on the narrow cot, my muscles heavy with dread. My gaze snapped on the battered calendar pinned to the wall. The red circle around today’s date was a cruel reminder. “Happy birthday to me,” I whispered, my voice splintering. Not eighteen. Not nineteen. Twenty. Two years had passed since that cursed night—the accident, the loss, the hatred that followed. Two years, and still no wolf stirring ben

2. The Only Survivor

Chapter 2: The Only SurvivorANYA’S POV“You can’t do this to me. Please.” My voice broke, small and raw. Silence answered me. His face didn’t. Rowan stood there like a cliff—unmoving, finished. The tray of shattered porcelain at my feet still glittered in the lamplight. The taste of metal and spilled coffee clung to my tongue.Pain thrummed under my ribs, slow at first, then jagged, as if someone had dug a hand into my chest and squeezed. I pressed a palm there because bending over was the only way to keep my lungs from failing. My fingers trembled.He said nothing new. His rejection had already landed; I’d heard the words. But his stillness made it worse, as if he refused to witness the damage he’d done.I let the breath shudder out of me and did the only thing left that didn’t feel like dying: I made a choice.“I accept it.” My voice snapped like a thin wire. “I, Anya Voss, accept your rejection, Alpha Rowan.”The reaction was immediate and savage.White-hot pain exploded through

3. The Wrong Woman

Chapter 3: The Wrong WomanROWAN’S POVThe night was merciless. Silence pressed down on me like a weight, but inside my chest, everything was chaos. The echo of Anya’s broken voice lingered, ringing through my skull, refusing to fade. When she looked at me with those wide, devastated eyes and said the words that severed us forever, it was as if claws had raked through my insides. The pain of rejection had ripped through me, dragging me to my knees. I’d clenched my teeth, forced myself not to show weakness in front of her.But alone in my room, I couldn’t stop trembling. I should have felt relieved. That’s what I kept telling myself. I had cut ties with the girl who carried my parents’ blood on her hands. The girl I should hate. Instead, I couldn’t stop replaying the look on her face when the bond snapped, the tears streaking her cheeks, the way my name had trembled on her lips.My chest ached like the bond had left a wound inside me. No matter how deep I tried to bury it, her name

4. The Edge Of Nothingness

Chapter 4: The Edge Of NothingnessANYA’S POVI woke with the taste of iron in my mouth and the memory of his voice like a bruise across my ribs. The wound in my chest that the mate bond had left still throbbed raw, less like a cut and more like a hollow where something vital had been torn away. My lungs felt too small for the room.“Run, Anya. Run.” The whisper curled in my head, impossible and urgent. I told myself it wasn’t there—no wolf, no guide—but the word carried itself like a bell. I swung my legs over the cot and moved before I could think about what the voice meant. I was light-headed from crying these past hours; my throat was sore; my hands still shook.Rain drummed steadily on the eaves. The manor slept. I padded barefoot to the window and pushed the latch, not thinking that the cold metal would bite at my knuckles. A shadow passed across the glass. The pane shattered inward before I could scream. Something heavy slammed into the sill and a rough hand clamped over my m

5. The Search In The Storm

Chapter 5: Search In The Storm ROWAN’S POV I woke to the scent of pine smoke still clinging to my sheets and the hollow throb where the bond used to live. Sunlight knifed through the curtains, too bright, too cheerful for the way my skin crawled. My stomach growled, sharp, demanding, but the tray should have been here twenty minutes ago. Anya’s tray. Eggs over easy, bacon crisp, black coffee steaming. She knew the order by heart, had for two years, ever since the crash turned her into the pack’s favorite punching bag. Cassandra stirred beside me, her blonde hair spilling across my pillow like spilled champagne. She stretched, the silk nightgown riding high on her thighs, and flashed that lazy, satisfied smile that usually made my blood run south. Today it grated like sand in a wound. “I’m so hungry,” she purred, fingers tracing lazy circles on my chest, nails grazing just hard enough to sting. “Tell the little maid to hurry.” I shoved her hand off and swung my legs over the edge

6. The Scarred Savior

Chapter 6: The Scarred SaviorDAMIEN’S POV I gripped the steering wheel until the leather groaned under my palms, tires eating gravel as the SUV tore through the pre-dawn forest. The sky bled faint gold between the pines, but the light felt mocking, too soft for the storm still raging in my chest. In the backseat, Anya Voss lay sprawled across the leather, raven hair tangled with blood and leaves, her pulse a fragile flutter against my fingers when I’d checked it for the hundredth time. Her scent—violets crushed under rain—saturated the car, thick with copper and raw terror. I’d found her at the cliff’s base, body crumpled on jagged rocks, those violet eyes locking onto mine for one searing heartbeat before darkness claimed her. The Ironclaw gates rose ahead, black iron spikes catching the first rays like fresh blood. Guards snapped rigid as I skidded to a halt, gravel spraying in arcs. I kicked the door open and scooped her up, her weight nothing against my chest, head lolling in

7. Paradise With Teeth

Chapter 7: Paradise With Teeth ANYA’S POV I woke with a sharp gasp, the kind that punched the air out of my lungs. My heart thudded hard against my ribs, sweat cooling on my skin. For a second, I couldn’t breathe. Silk sheets clung to my legs. The ceiling above me wasn’t familiar. The scent wasn’t familiar either—it was all smoke and winter air and something dark that reminded me of rain on stone. Ironclaw Pack. Right. I was still here. It wasn’t a dream. My side throbbed, a deep burn under the bandages Damien wrapped around me last night. The bites, the claws, the fall, everything flashed in jagged pieces—hands dragging me, teeth tearing skin, the cliff rushing toward my face, the red eyes watching me break. My body curled in on itself. I held my ribs and sat up slowly, my breath catching at the pain. The morning light from the arched windows spilled across the room like gold poured on marble. It looked peaceful, but almost cruel at the same time. I pushed to my feet. The ston

8. Tracks In The Mud

Chapter 8: Tracks In The Mud ROWAN’S POV I hadn’t slept. Not a single second. My room looked like a battlefield after the slaughter, and I was the only corpse still breathing.The sun clawed its way over the mountains, thin and gray, doing nothing to warm the ice that had settled in my bones. Four days. Four endless, rotting days since Anya disappeared. Every heartbeat felt like a countdown, every breath tasted like ash.Baron paced inside my skull like a caged storm. His claws raked across my ribs from the inside, shredding me with every step. Find her. Find our mate. This is all your fault. The words weren’t words anymore; they were a howl trapped behind my teeth.I stood in the middle of the wreckage, chest heaving, blood crusted under my fingernails. My knuckles were split open, my raw flesh glistening in the morning sun. I didn’t remember when I’d started punching the wall. I only remembered the first crack—how it sounded like bone snapping—and then the second, the third, the h

9. Lessons in Control

Chapter 9: Lessons in ControlDAMIEN’S POV The morning light spilled across my desk in gold fragments, but all I could think about was the girl upstairs. The image of her skin blistered by boiling water still haunted me—not because I couldn’t stomach pain, but because it wasn’t supposed to be hers. I’d seen warriors bleed out in my hands without flinching, yet one broken look from Anya Voss had managed to claw its way under my skin and settle there like a curse. I told myself that it was pity, but even I knew that it wasn’t. By the time I reached her room, she was sitting by the window, still and small, wrapped in a thin blanket. Her gaze was fixed outside, where warriors were sparring in the field. Sunlight danced over her hair, making it glimmer like burnished copper. For a second, I forgot to breathe. Her fingers twitched on the windowsill, tracing invisible lines on the glass. She didn’t notice me until I stepped closer. “You’re awake early,” I said. Her head turned slowly.

10. Whispers In The Dark

Chapter 10: Whispers in the Dark ANYA’S POV The moon hung low outside my window, pale and heavy, spilling light across the floor like milk. I sat on the edge of the bed, brushing my hair in slow, distracted strokes. Every muscle in my body ached from training. My palms were sore, my arms throbbed, and the back of my neck still burned from the memory of Damien’s hand pinning me to the ground. I could still feel the weight of him. He’d said it was just training but no part of it had felt like that. The way his eyes had held mine… the way his breath had brushed my skin. It had felt like something else entirely—something dangerous, something I had no right wanting. And yet, here I was, sitting in his room in my head. A soft knock pulled me back to the present. Before I could answer, the door creaked open and Damien’s shadow filled the frame. He stood there, tall and steady, mask gleaming faintly under the moonlight. My heart kicked once, hard. “You should be in bed,” he said. His

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