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"How dare you,” Alpha Loeka sneered, putting his foot over my hand. Blood trickled down her cheek. My skin was splintered, but I was done talking. His nostrils flared. “You will do as commanded!” he growled. His alpha's tone was commanding and powerful, clearly drawing the line between those who gave the orders and who followed. “Wha…t about the academy?” I stammered. The words felt fragile in my mouth, as if they would shatter if I let them out again. “I will let the council know you're no longer interested in the admission,” Father answered, his voice laced with disdain. My brow rose in surprise—and, well, surprise. “Father…!” I protested. My heart shattered. This was betrayal. I brushed off a tear that had slipped free. There was no use crying. Father didn't deserve it. But the pain I felt was numbing; it was slowly killing me. “You've always wanted to do something great for the pack, right?” he said, grinning slyly. He was using my words against me. If cruelty were a person, it would be my father. **** Camille Loeka, hunter and daughter of Alpha Loeka, had lost her father's interest—or whatever love he had once shown her—after the night of her disgraceful shifting What had begun as a bitter disappointment from Alpha Loeka had transformed into an outright disdain for her very existence. Determined to build her life beyond the hatred that surrounded her, Camille had just gained admission to Aston-Lakenheath Academy—a golden opportunity to rebuild her future and perhaps, earn her father's trust. But that hope was shattered when the contract marriage offer was signed, forever altering the course of her life. What fate awaits Camille as she learns not only that the cursed son is her destined mate but also the truth about her biological parent.

“No one stares at the girl in the hoodie—until Kael Draven freezes her with a single look.” At Moonridge Academy, Elara Quinn has perfected invisibility, head down, hoodie up, and never drawing a second glance. But when the brooding Alpha’s storm-gray gaze pins her beneath the willow at dawn, her carefully crafted world begins to crack. All eyes should be on Seraphina Vale, the academy’s golden Luna-in-training, betrothed to Kael, but it’s Elara who ignites whispers of a “Luna-born” prophecy, a royal bloodline thought lost to the ages. Now hunted by forces she doesn’t understand and shoved into the spotlight she’s spent a lifetime avoiding, Elara must choose: stay hidden and become a pawn, or claim the secret pulsing through her veins and face the darkness head-on. With her fiery human roommate at her side and Kael Draven torn between duty and desire, Elara will learn that at Moonridge Academy, legends don’t stay buried—and some curses can’t be broken without blood.

« Notre mariage n'est qu'une affaire », dit-il froidement. Elle le fusille du regard et dit : « Crois-moi, je ne veux pas de ce mariage comme toi, mais s'il apporte la paix à nos familles, je t'épouserai. » Bella est une princesse de la mafia connue pour son sourire éclatant et sa beauté. Romantique dans l'âme, elle vit dans un monde peu romantique. Elle revient en Italie après un an à l'étranger et s'apprête à épouser Alessandro Rossi pour consolider le partenariat entre les deux familles. Alessandro Rossi, que tout le monde connaît sous le nom de Sandro, est un parrain de la mafia impitoyable, un chef et un tricheur, même selon les normes de la mafia. Sa réputation est vaste, son cœur est aussi sombre que les costumes noirs et les cravates qu'il porte. Après sa première rencontre, Bella réalise qu'il est aussi impoli que beau. Bella ne l'aime pas pour tout ce qu'il représente, même si les femmes se jettent presque sur lui, elle sait que son aura de mauvais garçon n'est pas qu'un jeu. Derrière son sourire charmeur se cachent du sang, des secrets et la mort. Bella a toujours été une fille adorable, mais elle ne peut échapper à ce mariage, et encore moins à son futur mari, qui la suivrait jusqu'au bout du monde et le brûlerait pour la retrouver. Sa seule chance de survivre à ce mariage est de gagner son affection, mais Sandro n'a pas de cœur et ne reculera devant rien pour la rendre malheureuse. Elle se rend vite compte qu'elle a un penchant pour les ténèbres, les mains rugueuses et les yeux couleur whisky.