All Chapters of Trapped in his dangerous love : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Nyla I arrived at the Silvermoon pack gathering later than I intended. The place was already full of noise and laughter. Wolves from every rank filled the hall, celebrating the end of the training season. Music played loudly while people danced, talked, and drank as if tonight was the last night they would ever be free. I spotted Eric near the long wooden table where drinks were being served. He was standing with Derek, his closest friend from the academy. Derek noticed me first and lifted his hand to call me over. I walked toward them, trying to calm my racing heart. But the moment I reached them, I realized why Eric hadn’t answered my messages earlier. A girl stood beside him, leaning comfortably against his arm while laughing at something he had just said. She had smooth dark hair and the confident smile of someone who knew she was beautiful. Her name was Clara Stone. I knew she and Eric had been spending time together lately, but I didn’t think it was anything serious. Eric

“Nyla!” my mother called from downstairs.I stared at the ceiling for a moment before answering.Ever since my parents told me about the Alpha’s decision, I had barely stepped outside my room. News traveled fast in a pack, and by now everyone probably knew I had been chosen to marry Dominic Varek.The thought alone made my stomach twist.My phone had also been buzzing nonstop with messages from an unknown number. Most of them were threats, some insults. I didn’t need to guess who was behind them.Dominic’s girlfriend.The same woman who had stormed into our driveway days ago.Honestly, her messages meant nothing to me. If she really wanted to stop the marriage, she should be arguing with Dominic or the Alpha—not me.I slowly pushed myself out of bed. I was still wearing the same loose sleep shirt and pants I had slept in.It was already afternoon.My eyes burned from days of crying, but strangely, I felt almost empty now.Maybe I had simply run out of tears.Caleb had been calling eve

Dominic My father’s weakness was staggering. He let Margaret manipulate him, bending his authority to satisfy her ambition, and in doing so, ruined two lives. Her cruelty had no bounds. She had not only turned him against me but had orchestrated this marriage to remove Nyla from the picture. I had followed my father to Nyla’s home that morning, asking questions, watching, pretending to understand why she was being forced into this. Margaret had spun a tale about the Lockwoods requesting the union because Nyla was a powerful, promising female. According to her, it was Nyla’s “right” to be considered Luna—but since my father and she could not approve her pairing with anyone else, they had “settled” on me. The arrogance of it was sickening. Nyla was innocent in all of this. Her admiration for Eric had been nothing more than a crush. She had worked tirelessly at the academy, finishing second with precision and discipline, not to secure anyone’s favor but to prove herself. Yet Margaret

People waited outside to welcome us into the house when we arrived at the Moon mansion. The air was thick with anticipation, the scent of polished wood and faint floral arrangements filling the grand foyer. Every pair of eyes was on me, judging, whispering, waiting for me to falter. My chest tightened with each step, but I forced my head high. I would not give them the satisfaction of fear.When we reached the door, Dominic lifted me bridal style, carrying me into the house with an effortless grace that made the motion look ceremonial, almost rehearsed. I stiffened instinctively, my arms pressed against my sides. His actions didn’t touch me—not really—because I knew it was all for show, a performance tailored to the expectations of the pack and, more importantly, to placate his father.I scanned the room as we moved through the foyer. Servants lined the sides, curtsying and murmuring their greetings. The Moon mansion was everything the legends promised—grand, imposing, and suffocating

Dominic I did not even know our father would give me anything for this. I was just obeying an order by marrying her. Stacy had set me up too many times. I knew if I refused, she would do something that might cost me. I married Nyla for the sake of peace. The registry hall was alive with music and murmured conversation, yet in the midst of the crowd, I felt detached, almost invisible, except to Dominic. He had guided me through the dance earlier, his presence a quiet anchor in the storm of formalities and judgment. Even now, he stood close, a silent guardian at my side, his dark eyes scanning the room for anything that could unsettle me. My fingers brushed against the envelope resting on my lap. It had been slipped into my hands by a footman, discreetly, moments ago. The wax seal was unbroken, yet heavy with purpose. I knew before I even opened it—Eric’s handwriting, meticulous and personal, carried more than words. It carried confession, honesty, fear, and hope. Dominic’s hand hove