Fate Says No, but the Devil Says Yes
On the day of my mate-bonding ceremony, someone threw a corrosive potion at me, leaving my face disfigured.
In front of everyone, Oliver Fielding—my fated mate, the one promised to me for eight years—coldly rejected me and claimed the Alpha's younger stepsister, Isabella Dorsey, instead.
That same night, Alpha Lucas Dorsey placed a moonstone ring in my hand. "If Oliver won't claim you, then I will. And I'll make sure you get justice."
He brushes his fingers over my corroded, scarred cheek and whispers tenderly, "Evelyn, even in such a state, you're more beautiful than anyone else."
Since he claimed me, Lucas has treated me like something sacred. He remembers every little thing I love and
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