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Meredith. The Lunar Ball was supposed to be the most important night of my life. A night of destiny. A night where the Moon Goddess would finally show me mercy by revealing my mate, binding us together forever. But as I stood at the grand entrance of the Moonstone Pack’s glittering ballroom, with the weight…
“My heart goes out to the Carter family. They are the ones feeling the heat of her disgraceful acts.” Panic surged in my chest. No, no, not now. I reached for my perfume bottle in my clutch, desperate to mask the scent that drove men wild. But before I could move, a cruel hand ripped…
I barely contained the urge to crush the bastard’s throat between my fingers. Instead, I turned back to Meredith. She was now standing tall despite everything. The entire room expected me to turn away. To ignore her like the rest. They were fools. I saw what they refused to see. The force curled beneath her…
No one spoke because they didn’t have to. My father’s anger was a living, breathing force in the Mercedes van, thick and unforgiving. My mother sat beside him, lips pressed into a thin line. She has never defended me since that nightmare of a cursed day, and she wouldn’t start now. My older sisters, Monique…
And yet, Gabriel had the audacity to stand before me now, shoulders squared, gaze unflinching, his expression barely masking his irritation. “Alpha Draven.” His voice was clipped, forced into formality. “To what do I owe this sudden visit?” I scoffed inwardly. He was pretending he knew nothing. “As I announced at the Lunar Ball last…
For reasons only he understood, my brother was livid. What had I done this time? I’d only just woken up. My throat bobbed as I swallowed my thoughts. Instead, I kept my gaze lowered, avoiding his piercing stare, and struggled to push myself off the floor. A pained groan slipped from my lips as my…
The weight of their stares was suffocating. I wanted distance from Draven, yet my feet betrayed me. I instinctively moved closer to him, letting his large frame serve as a shield against the hostility radiating from the crowd. I hated myself for it. Draven said nothing as he led the way toward the castle’s entrance,…
I looked like a beggar. No wonder they all stared at me with disgust. For a fleeting moment, I wondered-How did Draven even tolerate sitting next to me in the car? He couldn’t have had it easier. Then, irritation prickled my skin. Serves him right. I understood now. My appearance wasn’t just an insult to…
Something was off. I frowned, adjusting the crest slightly. “It’s slanted.” The attendant paled. “Apologies, my Alpha. I’ll fix it immediately.” As he hurried to correct it, the door swung open. I didn’t need to turn to know who had entered. Randall Oatrun. My father. His presence filled the room before he even spoke. Commanding.…
She took a slow step forward, her lips curling. “You don’t deserve this.” Another step. “You don’t deserve him. Even for a moment.” Then she stopped just behind me, placing a hand on the back of my chair, her fingers gripping the carved wood a little too tightly. I met her gaze through the mirror…