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CHAPTER ONE The Rose estate smelled of expensive lilies and old, curated resentment. For Elena, the scent was a trigger, a floral shroud that masked the rot of her daily existence. She knelt on the cold marble of the kitchen floor, her fingers raw from scrubbing the grout with a toothbrush. The skin around her knuckles had turned red from the harsh cleaning solution, and the ache in her wrists had become so familiar that she barely noticed it anymore. She had been on her knees since early morning, moving from one section of the enormous kitchen to another while the rest of the household went about their lives as though she were invisible. Everything in the Rose estate had to shine, every surface had to be spotless, every room had to look perfect, but no one ever cared whether Elena was exhausted. To them, her tiredness was simply another inconvenience she was expected to endure. The midday sun streamed through the glass windows. Outside, the gardens were bright with carefully

CHAPTER THREEThree months later, the estate was a whirlwind of activity. The wedding of the century was approaching, and every corner of the Rose estate had been transformed for the arrival of their most important guest. Servants hurried through the halls carrying flowers, silverware, crystal glasses, and decorations while gardeners worked tirelessly outside to make the grounds flawless. Everyone seemed determined to make the estate worthy of the man who was coming. The marriage had been finalized on the Alpha's first visit, which was kept discreet; even Elena had no idea the Alpha had come and gone.Justice Kane, the Alpha of the Silver Moon pack and a billionaire whose influence spanned three continents, was coming to claim his bride. His name alone carried enough power to make people straighten their backs and lower their voices. He wasn't simply a wealthy Alpha; he was one of the most influential men in the werewolf hierarchy, and his marriage to the Rose family would change the

CHAPTER FIVE The word didn't come from his voice, but from the primal depths of his consciousness, echoing in Elena’s own mind. Justice’s expression shifted from cold indifference to raw, bewildered hunger. He didn't know who she was. He thought she was Vivian. But his wolf—the most powerful predator in the kingdom—had just recognized its other half. The ceremony was a blur. Elena could barely hear the priest’s voice over the roar of blood in her ears. Every time Justice touched her—guiding her to the altar, sliding the ring onto her finger—another wave of heat crashed over her. It was an agonizing, beautiful tension, a magnetic pull that made her want to throw herself against him and never let go. When the priest declared them husband and wife, Justice didn't give her a polite, social kiss. He reached out, gripped the back of her head, and yanked the veil back. He stared at her. The confusion was evident. This wasn't the woman he had seen in the photos. This woman had a softnes