Atala Hunger Games

They said I had a gift—I could see doom before it struck. But nothing prepared me for the devastating prophecy of my own heart: I would fall foolishly in love with Kade, the Alpha of the mighty Frostfang Pack. I gave everything to Kade, who saved me, who owned my soul, who made me believe I was home. But he never saw me as anything more than a distraction. I thought the animalistic hunger in his eyes, the nights we spent tangled in sheets and sweat, meant something. I thought I was his. I was wrong. While I dreamed of being his Luna, he was building a shrine to another woman. He left my love in ruins. So when a mysterious offer came from the South—a chance to save a dying Alpha and become a true Luna—I took it. I ran from the only home I thought I had. But Kade wasn't a man who let his possessions go easily. Especially not the one he never admitted he loved. Now he was at my door, in the heart of enemy territory. He thought he could drag me back. But the Omega he knew was gone. And the choice was no longer his to make.

I was never the daughter they cherished. Elena, my flawless sister, made sure of that. Her traps, her whispers, her perfect façade—every scheme she wove painted me as wild, unworthy, unlovable. And my parents believed her. To them, I was a problem to be fixed. So they sent me to Adrian Moretti—not as a bride, but as a lesson. To be disciplined. To be tamed. So I rebelled—I drugged him, desperate to turn the tables, but that night he took me harder than ever, until my defiance shattered in his hands. But discipline blurred into desire. His touch burned, his voice commanded, and I gave him everything. Our nights were fire and hunger, a rhythm only we could share. I thought I had finally found love in the man meant to break me. Until I saw the truth. Like my parents, Adrian’s heart bent toward Elena. No matter what I gave, no matter how deeply I loved, I would never be enough. In the end, I did the unthinkable—I handed him, and the marriage they forced upon me, to her. I walked away from the only man I had ever loved. They believe I lost. That Elena has won. But the day I left, Adrian Moretti realized what he had destroyed. The fire, the surrender, the love he thought was control—it was mine. And now, without me, he is breaking.