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1 - Sybil von Rosen

“Undress her, quick!”They undressed me like I’m a relic.Not a woman. Not a bride.“No! Get your hands off me! I’ll do it myself after you all get out of the room!” I exclaimed, trying to push away the hands that were trying to remove my ceremonial gown.We just finished one of the three rituals that I have to go through today. My parents and I made an offering to the goddess of the moon, the last offering that I will be doing as an unmarried shewolf.“This is our job, Princess Sybil. Please let us do it, we don’t want to be beheaded by the King…” I stared at my attendants, pleading in front of me, almost in tears. I sighed before nodding, just because I didn’t want to be the cause of their deaths. I stood still while strangers removed everything I was wearing as if preparing an offering.I am not used to this. Standing fully naked in front of other women whom I just met a week ago.I grew up caring for myself. Fought my own battles at school, at work, and the countless werewolves t

2 - Four Grooms

Sybil’s POVThe doors to the Great Hall opened.Light flooded in, moonlight filtered through towering stained-glass windows with the silhouette of wolves, crowns, and ancient sigils. The sound hits me next. Thousands of voices fell into silence all at once as the traditional wedding march that they adopted after cross-breeding with the humans started playing.So many eyes were looking at me. Judging eyes just because a lot of them don’t know me.I straightened instinctively, spine stiff as a blade, even though my body very much disagrees with this wedding.I walked down the aisle between my parents like some obedient, porcelain bride. Parents whom I’ve known all my life but just met a week ago, after I impulsively decided I wanted revenge against the person who broke my trust and heart.My wedding gown was white and ivory with touches of silver and rhinestones. A corset top fitted tight enough to remind me of every breath I take. A princess neckline that bares my neck and shoulders to

3 - Please, Have Mercy on Me!

Sybil’s POVThe wedding ends without ever truly beginning. No vows. No rings. No kiss.Just ancient words in a dead language and four men standing far enough behind me that they may as well have been shadows.Transactional. Ceremonial. Political.Romantic? Not even a little.I barely saw their faces.Every time I tried to glance back, one of the elders would clear their throat like I was breaking some sacred rule by being curious about the men I was apparently destined to share a life and a kingdom with.Before I can even process that the ceremony is over, I’m being escorted away, not toward the grand reception hall glowing with music and laughter, but out the side entrance of the castle. And parked at the bottom of the steps is— “…A minivan?” I muttered. Not a royal carriage that I was expecting, since I thought I was going out to greet the people, my subjects.A very modern, very tinted, very suspicious minivan that looked like it belonged to a celebrity avoiding paparazzi.“Wait,”

4 - Mating Night (1)

Sybil’s POVThe villa was already alive when we arrived.Servants and guards moved in a graceful blur beyond the villa's main doors. The moment our minivan rolled to a stop, everyone straightened as if pulled by invisible strings.A line formed.Heads bowed.“Welcome, Your Highness.”The voice was warm, feminine, and confident. I looked up to find a beautiful woman with dark hair, probably about my age, standing at the center of them all. She wore no maid’s uniform, just a sleek, long-sleeved dress that marked her as someone important.“My name is Noelle,” she said with a soft smile. “I am your head lady-in-waiting. You must be exhausted from all the rituals today. Would you like something to eat?”Oh, thank goodness!My stomach growled loud enough that I was sure half the guards heard it. I beamed at her, nearly launching myself into her arms. “Yes. Please. I am starving. The last thing I ate was breakfast. I swear the people at the castle were trying to starve me to death!”I was al

5 - Mating Night (2)

Sybil’s POVI stared at the scandalous scrap of lace dangling from my fingers.It was barely there. A whisper of fabric. Completely see-through.Heat flooded my face, all the way down my neck. I should have been outraged. Insulted. Ready to march back to the castle and throw this… this suggestion of clothing at someone’s head.Instead, a slow, traitorous thrill curled low in my belly.Mating night.Four Alphas under the same roof.And apparently… absolutely no intention of letting me hide in flannel.“Oh, Goddess help me,” I muttered.I dropped the lace back onto the vanity like it had burned me and wrapped myself tightly in a towel. If they thought I was just going to parade around in that, they were out of their minds.“They said there’s an intercom somewhere…” I mumbled, mostly to distract myself from the way my pulse wouldn’t calm down.My father hadn’t even let me bring a phone. Paranoid old wolf. As if some foreign government was losing sleep over me. He said he would buy me a n

6 - Mating Night (3)

Sybil’s POV“What?!” I snapped, taking several steps back. “Are you fucking kidding me? Why would I undress him?”Hunter didn’t look offended.He looked entertained.A slow, dangerous chuckle rumbled from his chest as he watched me retreat like a cornered kitten. “Because,” he said calmly, “he is your husband. I’m asking you to undress him—not fuck him.”My jaw tightened as I listened to him.“He’s drunk,” Hunter continued, voice lowering as he stepped closer. “He can barely stand, let alone do anything scandalous. I just need that vomit-soaked mess off him before the smell makes me the next casualty. I'm just asking for your help because let's be honest, undressing another man is disgusting.”I wrinkled my nose despite myself. He has a point, though.“But,” he added, eyes glinting, “there is a faster way to get rid of that scent.”I narrowed my eyes. “And what would that be?”He didn’t answer immediately.Instead, he moved.One step.I instinctively stepped back.Another step.My bac

7 - Mating Night (4)

Sybil’s POV“What are you up to?”Hunter’s question came the moment we laid Viggo down on the bed.I straightened slowly, one brow lifting as I turned toward him. There was an edge in his voice now, sharp, suspicious. Very different from the teasing heat from earlier.“What do you mean, what am I up to?”He leaned a shoulder against the bedpost, arms folding across his chest. The movement pulled his towel lower on his hips, revealing more golden skin and hard muscle than any man had a right to possess.“Well,” he said, watching me carefully, “you spent months making the king’s guards chase you across half the continent. Fighting them. Escaping them. Refusing to come home.” His eyes narrowed slightly. “And then suddenly… You agree. No arguments. No bloodshed. No drama.”His gaze dragged slowly over my face, like he was trying to peel me apart layer by layer.“So yes,” he finished quietly. “I’m sensing a hidden agenda.”I crossed my arms, ignoring the way awareness prickled under his st

8 - Mating Night (5)

Sybil’s POVMy brain lagged for a moment.“Mmm!”I shoved Hunter as hard as I could.It was like pushing a mountain.His chest didn’t budge.Rage and humiliation flared hot in my veins.Oh, hell no. If he thinks I’m weak, I’ll show him I’m not!I planted my foot, twisted my hips, and drove my elbow toward his ribs with trained precision, like I always teach my students in my close combat class.That moved him.Not much, but enough.Hunter’s eyes flashed with surprise just as I followed through, hooking my leg behind his knee and shoving his shoulder with both palms. It was a clean MMA sweep, one I’d used countless times in training.He staggered back a step.I tore myself free and jumped away, creating distance between us.My pulse thundered. My lips still tingled from the kiss.“What the hell is wrong with you?!” I snapped, breath coming fast.Hunter straightened slowly, a grin spreading across his face.“Oh,” he said softly, almost impressed. “So the princess bites.”I didn’t answer

9 - Mating Night (6)

Sybil’s POV“Where are you taking me? Put me down!” I shouted, pounding uselessly against Hunter’s back.It was like hitting carved stone.He didn’t even flinch.No matter how much I twisted or struggled over his shoulder, his grip on me never loosened. If anything, his arm tightened possessively around my thighs, holding me more securely against his body.“You can thank me later, my wife,” he said, voice rough, almost strained.Then he stopped.I heard a door creak open.A second later, he set me down on my feet.I spun around and froze.A cabin stood in the middle of the forest clearing, bathed in silver moonlight. It looked secluded, hidden, like something out of a secret dream.Hunter stepped closer, his presence immediately crowding my senses.“The others don’t know about this place,” he said. “You can stay here until tomorrow. I slipped sleeping pills into River’s drink before I grabbed you. You should be safe until the moon passes its peak… but stay anyway. Just in case.”I bli

10 - Full Moon (1)

Sybil’s POVHunter’s hand remained on my jaw.And I let him.Not only that, I held his gaze, chin slightly lifted in challenge, refusing to be the first one to break.His thumb brushed once along my cheekbone, slow and deliberate, like he was memorizing the feel of me.“How about we make a deal,” he said.One eyebrow arched. “What kind of deal?”“I stay here with you until the full moon reaches its peak,” he replied. “I won’t touch you. Not unless you ask. I’ll just protect you… in case the others wake up and start searching.” His voice dropped slightly. “There are about three hours left before the peak. If you want, I can keep doing this for the whole seven days.”I studied him carefully.“And what do you want in return?” I asked, already knowing he wouldn’t offer something for nothing.His eyes darkened with quiet intensity.“You think about consummating this marriage,” he said. “Not because anyone forces you. But because you decide to. And when you do…” His thumb traced the edge of

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