Todos os capítulos de To Marry a Monster: Capítulo 1 - Capítulo 10

“Stay where you are, Ronan! If you walk out of this Silverfang Ceremony Chamber right now, there is no coming back. Do you understand the blood-debt you’re creating?”I reached out, my fingers digging into the heavy fabric of Ronan Blackwell’s ceremonial sleeve. My heart hammered against my ribs like a trapped beast. Around us, the air was thick with the scent of pine, musk, and the underlying tension of five hundred high-ranking wolves of the Blackwell Pack and my own Whitmore Bloodline.“Sienna is on the ledge of Ravencrest Tower, Chika,” Ronan snarled, wrenching his arm back with such force that I stumbled, my ankle snapping with a sickening pop. “She’s spiraling. Her wolf is clawing at her mind. If she jumps, her blood is on your hands for forcing this union.”“Forcing? We signed the blood-pact three moons ago!” I gasped, clutching my leg as I hit the stone floor. The cold marble bit into my skin. “The Elder is standing right there, Ronan. The vows are half-spoken. You’re the Alph

"The Alpha is in the war room, Master Chika," Malik Arden said, his voice dropping to a cautious low as I reached the base of the grand staircase. "It is past the witching hour. The territorial borders are tense. Shall I summon an armored transport for your excursion?""There is no need, Malik," I replied, pulling my black trench coat tighter around my shoulders to hide the Whitmore crest on my formal shirt. "I have a personal debt to settle. I will return before the moon reaches its zenith."I watched the butler’s eyes track my movement—he was looking for a weapon, but my best weapon tonight was my resolve. I stepped out into the biting night air and hailed a syndicate-neutral car. Fifteen minutes later, I was walking into 'The Hollow Point,' a dimly lit establishment on the edge of the neutral zone. Ronan Blackwell was already there, tucked into a velvet booth, his eyes glued to his burner phone, a smug grin plastered on his face. My wolf snarled under my skin, but I kept my pace st

"The Alpha isn't in a mood for company, Master Chika. He hasn't touched the meal I prepared," Malik Arden whispered, his voice hushed as he leaned against the heavy oak sideboard.I looked at the table—a sprawling feast of rare game and aged wine, a spread fit for a Mafia king, now cooling and untouched. I felt a strange, cold twist in my gut. I’d been so buried in the trauma of my father’s cage that I hadn't even processed that Lucien had come for me. We were strangers bound by a blood-inked contract, yet he’d brought a war-party to the Whitmore estate just to haul me out of the dark."Does he always shut everyone out after a confrontation, Malik?" I asked, setting my jacket aside."He carries the weight of the Dominion on his shoulders, and lately, those shoulders are tired," Malik sighed, his eyes tracking the closed door of the study. "He spent four hours watching the clock while you were missing. He won’t admit it, but he was restless."I stood there for a moment, the silence of

"I came downstairs to hunt you down," Lucien rumbled, his voice like grinding stones as he looked at me.I couldn't find my tongue. I lowered my eyes, my pulse hammering against my ribs. Malik, ever the romantic strategist of the Afolayan Dominion, practically beamed at us. "By the way, Master Chika, an envoy from the Brooks family just dropped this. Xander Brooks is holding a ceremony tomorrow. He’s requested the presence of the Alpha and his new consort.""Xander Brooks," Lucien repeated, the name sounding like a curse on his lips."The gala is tomorrow evening," Malik added with a respectful nod.I frowned, looking up. "A one-day notice for a high-ranking union? In the Mafia world, don't these things require weeks of security clearance and blood-line verification?"Lucien’s laugh was cold and sharp. "Xander is a stray who picks up whatever shiny thing catches his eye. He’s never respected the old ways. Likely, he’s knocked up some low-level omega and needs to put a ring on it befor

"How can a single low-level wolf get under your skin like this, Ronan?" Sienna’s voice cut through the silence of the study, sharp and cold as a silver blade. She was standing by the door, her eyes fixed on the shattered whiskey glass on the floor. "I heard your little 'declaration.' It's worse than I thought. You’re actually obsessed with him."I didn't answer her immediately. My blood was boiling, my wolf pacing behind my ribs, snarling at the memory of Chika’s scent fading from this house. I had spent months hunting Sienna, posting our union all over the Blackwell Pack’s dark-web channels, basking in the envy of every Alpha heir from here to the Obsidian Crown. But the moment she betrayed me with that stray from the Okafor clan—not once, but twice—the fire had died. Or so I thought."Don't start with me, Sienna," I rumbled, my voice a low, dangerous warning. I pulled my hand back from her touch as if her skin were made of wolfsbane. "You’re an adult. If you’re feeling 'unwell,' cal