Three Years Hollow

Five years after my household was sentenced to death, in my fifth year as a slave at the military camp, someone suddenly brought me away and said I had to marry the princess. Before I could understand what was happening, I ended up outside my family's mansion. It was supposed to be destroyed. I looked at my father and older sister, who were supposed to be long dead. My sister helped me down from the carriage as though nothing was wrong. “It’s been five years, Michael. Have you repented for your mistakes? “It’s all because you insisted on marrying the princess and made Ethan attempt suicide. If you hadn’t been so stubborn, we wouldn’t have punished you like that. “Now the princess is pregnant with Ethan’s child, and she’s graciously allowed you to marry her. What do you say?” It was only then that I realized the death sentence was a lie. They faked their deaths and threw me into a military camp for five years of torture, all to punish me for “mistreating” my younger brother. I was so shaken that I coughed up blood. My father waved me off with a frown. “We just sent you to the army to teach you a lesson. There’s no need to put on such an act. “The princess still misses you, but she’s bearing Ethan’s child. You have to respect Ethan’s decisions and put him first, you hear? “Come on, let’s get ready for your wedding.” Looking at his waving hand, I suddenly remembered my “masters” from the military camp. My knees buckled, and I slapped myself instinctively. “I’m sorry, Master, it’s all my fault! “Please give me three days! I’ll die after three days!”

My mate, David Hayes, who is the Alpha, has been cold to me ever since he claimed me as Luna of the pack. He assumes that I gave him a dose of pheromones under the full moon. That was why I got the chance to mate with him and ended up being pregnant so quickly. So, as an Alpha, and for the sake of his reputation, he decides to mark me. That is how I became his "mystery Luna". The pack only knows that he has a Luna, but no one knows it's me. When I gave birth to our pup the next year, he showed no interest in the slightest. When a lupine maid brings the newborn to him, he glances at the pup with disgust and turns away. "Let's hope he's nothing like his mother—scheming, manipulative, and a disgrace to the pack!" I lie in bed, weak and exhausted, but the tears won't stop. … Today, David's childhood friend, Sophia Sinclair, returned to the pack. The moment he heard the news, he lit up with excitement. That night, after coming back from Sophia's place, drunk out of his mind, he pulled our pup into his arms. My son, Joseph Hayes, was over the moon. He snuggled closer to him and whispered to me, "Mom, he hugged me on his own… Does that mean he accepts me now?" I held him tight, tears stinging my eyes. "His mate has come back. We're leaving the pack." What he didn't know was that the healer had already told me I have Wolf Spirit Degeneration, which leaves me only three days to live. Before I die, I'll take Joseph to my parents, where he'll be loved and cared for, and not hated and abandoned by his own father. In three days, David will never see me or our pup again—and for the rest of his life.

My mom is critically ill. Before she passes away, she wants to see me married. It takes 27 days of pleading before my boyfriend, Kyle Grayson, says yes. I wait at the city hall until the doors close, but he never shows up. That same day, his childhood sweetheart, Ruby Callahan, posts their marriage certificate online. "Time flies. Three days more and we'll be a month in." Only then does it hit me. The very first day I begged, Kyle was already Ruby's husband. Right then, a text from Kyle lights up my phone. "Holly, Ruby's family was pushing her into marriage. I couldn't stand by and watch her marry just anyone and ruin her life. We'll be divorced in three days. I'll marry you then." Three days later, he shows up at the city hall in a suit. But all he gets is a text from me. "Goodbye for good, Kyle."

On the day of Claire Brooks, my wife's funeral, a grieving stranger arrived carrying white lilies. After placing them beside her portrait, he walked straight toward me. "I've envied you for thirty years," he said. Confused, I frowned as his eyes lingered on her photograph. "For thirty years, she gave me everything—her love, her time, her money. She never held anything back." He paused before looking at me with quiet resentment. "The only thing she forbade was letting you know I existed." My heart skipped a beat. "What are you talking about?" He let out a bitter chuckle. "It means that while you were married to her for thirty years, she was with me for thirty years too." Then he walked away, leaving me frozen beside her coffin. I stared after him, struggling for breath. Thirty years of betrayal and lies. The shock sent my blood pressure surging, and I collapsed in the middle of the funeral hall. When I opened my eyes again, I had returned to the day Claire and I were supposed to be married. "Nathan Brooks, will you spend the rest of your life with me?" After a long silence, I took the ring from her hand and, without a moment's hesitation, threw it down the drain.

Ayla hasn’t spoken since the night her world burned. She was five when she lost everything—her family, her pack, and whatever part of her knew how to be heard. Taken in by a rival Alpha, she grows up in a place that keeps her alive… but never lets her belong. Most of the pack ignores her. The Alpha’s sons don’t. The triplets made sure she understood exactly what she was worth—nothing. Years of silence taught her how to endure them, how to disappear, react. It was easier that way. Until her eighteenth birthday. Her wolf awakens. And with it, the mate bond. Not one. Not two. All of them. The same three wolves who made her life unbearable. Now everything is different. They look at her like she matters. Like she’s something they need to protect, to keep, to make up for. Ayla doesn’t know what to do with that. She doesn’t want their guilt. She doesn’t trust whatever this bond is trying to turn into. And she definitely doesn’t want them close enough to break her all over again. But something else is shifting—something deeper than the bond. There’s a power inside her that shouldn’t exist. Something that was there long before her wolf ever awakened. And she’s not the only one who’s starting to notice. Whatever is coming for her… it isn’t afraid of Alphas. And if Ayla wants any chance of surviving it, she’ll have to face the one thing she’s avoided for thirteen years. She’ll have to use her voice. Even if it means accepting the very people she swore she’d never trust. Because if she doesn’t—this time, she won’t be the only one who loses everything.

I spent eleven years invisible. A ward with no family name. A servant scrubbing floors while the Alpha's three sons made my life a nightmare. Caden gave the orders. Cole delivered the cruelty. Callum cut me with words so precise I still carry the scars. Then the Blood Moon rose. The mate bond snapped into place, and I discovered I'm not just bound to one of them. I'm bound to all three. The wolves who broke me are now the ones I can't escape. And the bond isn't the worst part. A rival Alpha is closing in. He knows what happened to my parents. He knows about the power my mother hid inside me before she died. And if I can't learn to trust the three men I hate most in this world, he'll destroy everything I have left. They spent years breaking me. Now they'll have to spend forever earning what they shattered. But I'm not the frightened girl I was. I've uncovered secrets that could bring this pack to its knees. And I will decide, on my terms, whether the bond is a cage or the key to everything.