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I don't want to marry that scumbag nerd, and I also don't want to let the money slip through my fingers. ------------- Thanks for giving this story a chance. I will not disappoint you. The story contains smuts, 18+ content and light BDSM (spanking, hadcuffing, dominating male etc). Move ahead only if you are comfortable. I will not put the warnings in each chapter. Follow my I G page (dayyyyydreamerrr) to view the cast and stay updated about my current and upcoming stories.

Damien POV: The air crackled with anticipation as I, Damien, the future Alpha of our wolf pack, stood tall and proud before my fellow pack members. The weight of my impending leadership rested heavily on my shoulders, but my gaze was fixed and unwavering. Years had passed since we expelled Amia, a treacherous wolf who dared to defy our ways and embrace the dark arts of magic. Today, I intended to ensure that her name would forever be struck from our memories.

It was Xavier, the son of Omari, the eldest member of our pack. Xavier left his car and walked toward me as I left mine. “Molly Lancaster,” he grinned. “Where are you going? And who are you dating now? If I may ask. Is it Blake or Kelvin Peters?” “Kelvin is dead,” I retorted. “Not that it should be any of your business.” His eyes widened, and he tried to look away. “Dead? What happened to him? Was he killed?” “Again, not that it should be any of your business,” I snapped. “But he was killed in Westview on the blood moon… It's-- a long story.”

I also made an effort to listen to Madeline’s thoughts, putting myself in her shoes and trying to understand her perspective. Their lives began to improve, and they often shared stories about the friends they made at school. They became close companions as they learned from each other. Together, they succeeded in getting into prestigious universities. I watched them smile often and I quietly exhaled with relief. As I became more empathetic, I no longer blamed others for my suffering. Slowly, my business began to flourish. The soul swap was perhaps a gift from the heavens. It not only saved Madeline but also rescued me from becoming someone increasingly arrogant and self-centered.

"The scars of the past are what forge a true ruler." My mother, the Luna Queen, came over and gently stroked my hair. "My little princess. Welcome home." Home. The word warmed my heart. "By the way," Damien walked in, holding a letter. "There's news about someone you might want to hear." "What news?" "Riven and Jenna," he sneered. "They've been exiled in the Forbidden Lands of Eternal Winter for three months now." "And?" "Riven was stripped of his Alpha power. They say he can't even shift anymore," Damien continued, a cruel twist to his lips. "As for Jenna... she lost the pup. The blood magic she helped weave claimed its price."

"You know what it's like to need rescue. Help me identify packs where abuse is happening. We offer refuge to those who fight back." "Turning victims into warriors," she said softly. "I like it." Over the next two months, fighters arrived in a steady stream. First came three brothers from Marcus's old territory—exiled for defending their sister's honor. Big, brutal fighters who moved like a single unit. Then a female archer named Kira, cast out for refusing to bear children for a cruel Alpha. Her arrows could pierce vampire hearts at a hundred yards. A tracker called Ghost, so quiet even I couldn't hear him move. He'd been exiled for being "too strange"—later I learned he was part Fae, which

Occasionally, I helped Dad organize papers in his study. Life was so leisurely, I almost forgot the pain of the past. Months later, news arrived that Freya had given birth in the dungeon. The excessive silver exposure had damaged her body, and she died of infection soon after. Hunter, exiled and relentlessly tortured by Damien, eventually couldn’t take it anymore. He took his own life. Both of the people who had wronged me received their due punishment. Finally, my heart felt unburdened, utterly free. Yet Damien began visiting my home more and more.

It is made from the dust of human bones mixed with some sort of concoction. I look behind me, and I can still see the metal fencing behind the crowd. It is not very far. “Have any of you tried to escape the boundary? It’s just rocks,” I say as the crowd yells profanity at us. Daniel scoffs in response. “Those rocks are not myths, the closer you get to them, it’s like your brain begins to melt,” Daniel tells me. “We tried, believe me,” Isaac confirms, and I sigh. How are we going to get out of this?

The word "Exile" stabbed straight into my heart like twin blades. In the Sacred Wolf Pack, exile wasn't just death. A wolf cast out of the pack would be stripped naked, smeared with blood meant to lure beasts, and driven into the wild. They would be hunted through endless terror and pain, torn apart bit by bit by lesser monsters. Their souls would never find rest, and they would never be reborn. "No! Ronan, you can't do this to me!"