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Elena eventually pulled back just enough to cup Monalisa’s face with both hands, studying her with a mixture of love and deep regret. “I had to fake my death,” Elena said urgently, keeping her voice barely above a whisper. “The moment I discovered how dangerous Damien’s obsession with you had become, I knew I had to disappear. He married me solely to stay close to you, he has known you were his fated mate since you turned seventeen. Everything, the luxury, the protection, the isolation, it was all calculated to keep you under his control.” Monalisa wiped her tears. “He admitted part of it… but not like this. He says I’m his mate, his to breed, his to ruin.”

“We used to be like that too, cara. Going at it multiple times in one night.” Elena’s glare deepened. “I don’t need the walk down memory lane.” Damien stepped closer, his presence overwhelming. “So who’s the dad?” Elena shrugged, voice perfectly even. “A random hot stranger.” Then, she met his gaze head-on and added truthfully, “No one worth talking about.” Damien’s grip on his whiskey glass tightened. The idea of Elena in another man’s arms… giving birth to another man’s child… made something dark coil inside him.

His eyes were cold and calculating as he read the latest report brought to him by one of his spies, Damien had successfully completed the mating ceremony with Elena, binding her to him and making her Luna of the pack. The words on the parchment crinkled in his hands as he clenched his fists, his jaw tightening with barely restrained fury. The fire crackled louder, reflecting the simmering rage in Ralph’s chest. He had failed once in his attempt to kidnap Elena, failed to strike Damien down when the opportunity had been ripe. But now… now he knew more, and his desire for revenge burned hotter than ever.

“Tonight, I sever the bond that should never have been made. And tonight, I claim my true mate.” He gestured, and Elena stepped forward to stand beside him. She placed her hand on his arm and looked down at me with triumph in her eyes. “This is my true mate,” Damien said. “Elena Moonstone. Strong where her sister is weak. Beautiful where her sister is plain. Fertile where her sister is barren.” That last word stabbed deep. I had never been able to conceive. I had thought it was my weakness. Now I knew it was the wolfsbane, preventing my body from creating life.

Damian brought mischief and headaches to their pack, making him untrustworthy. "I don't know what you're talking about, and I have no intention of believing anything you say. Yes, I feel the fated bond with you, but my feelings for Elijah won't change," Elara replied. She was about to walk away when Damian grabbed her wrist. "Wait," Damian softly said, but Elara quickly pulled her hand away. "I'm pregnant, Damian. And your brother Elijah is the father of my child. So accept my rejection to give Moon Goddess a chance to give you a new fated mate," Elara told him, leaving Damian no choice but to watch her walk away.

How could he possibly look the proud former Luna in the eye and tell her that her entire thirty-year marriage was a calculated, biological transaction? The Weaver’s files had laid the agonizing truth bare. Damon hadn't loved Elana. He hadn't even wanted a family. He had chosen her, mated her, and bred with her for one singular, psychopathic reason: her bloodline. Damon had known that Elana carried a deeply buried, dormant spark of elemental magic. He had coldly calculated that forcing her to bear his children would finally coax that dormant magic to the surface, providing him with a living, breathing elemental test subject. But Elana’s womb had defied him. She had given birth to Fennigan, an

Barrett knew, somewhere deep in the back of his mind, that it was wrong to deceive Elena in such a way. But what she needed to understand was that the risk of her falling pregnant with a wolf child put her own life at high risk. What if she were to fall pregnant with his child and something were to happen to her? Barrett knew that he would never be able to forgive himself. Hearing Elena refer to their marriage as a sham brought his anger to a whole new level. He continued to listen in on the conversation from afar. “I’ve been hurt in ways that should be looked upon as illegal,” Elena said tearfully. “I am demanding that my marriage to Barret be dissolved. And if not...I will destroy the mate

She never saw her son fight with her over a woman, so she assumed he liked her. "I don't care if you like her or don't want to take Patricia as your mate because all I want is someone from a powerful background, and judging by the look of this situation, she appears to be nothing more than an omega!" Damon was stunned as the reality hit him hard. He still had to tell his mother that Elevena is only a human, which gave him more headaches. But if he didn't tell her anything, she'd eventually figure it out on her own, which would be more dangerous and difficult to deal with.

Maybe that way, I’ll stop feeling hunted and watched. She was gone, and her mate, Vernon was now in mine. He believed I was carrying his heir, the only reason why he stopped paying attention to Elena. If only he knew the child growing in my stomach belongs to a Lycan. The Lucan who had stolen my heart—and my sanity. While everyone gathered their belongings, I saw a hooded figure walk pass the crowd. From his sharp and deliberate moves, I knew who it was. The father of my child. What was he doing here at this hour? Why would he risk exposure?

“Sit. She hesitated before lowering herself into the chair. Her father sat beside her, looking tense. Damien took his seat, folding his hands together as he studied her. “I assume your father has told you why you’re here.” Elena met his gaze. “He told me you’re offering to erase our debts in exchange for a marriage. A ghost of a smirk played on his lips. “Straight to the point. I like that. Elena’s jaw tightened. There was something about him that made her feel like she was already losing—like he was five steps ahead, watching her struggle from a distance. “I don’t understand why,” she said. “Why me?” Damien leaned back in his chair. “I need a wife. You need a solution. It’s simple.”