Entangled With My Fathers Enemy
Chosen as the Cursed Alpha's Seventh Bride
Emilia Taylor was the most unwanted daughter of the Frostridge Pack. She had no wolf, no status, and no one who truly loved her. After failing to awaken at the age of twenty-two, she was betrayed by her lover, abandoned by her family, and finally sent by her father to the Silver Moon Pack-to become Sebastian Simons' seventh bride. Sebastian was the Alpha everyone feared. Rumor had it that none of his first six wives had met a good end, and every woman who married him eventually became another name on the list of the dead. Everyone was waiting for Emilia to die. But they did not know that her failed awakening had not left her with nothing. Instead, she had gained the ability to read minds. She could hear the malice and lies hidden behind every smile. Everyone's thoughts were open to her. Except Sebastian's. She could not hear his mind, nor could she see through his secrets. When a wolfless girl abandoned by everyone meets a cold-blooded Alpha haunted by the mystery of six dead wives, will she become his next victim-or the only one who can break the curse?
Chapter 1 Wolfless But Mind Reader
Emilia's POV
For a very long time, I had believed that pain was something a person could grow used to, the same way one grew used to winter wind slipping through cracked windows or old scars aching before rain.
In the Frostridge pack, I was not simply disliked. I was considered an error that had somehow survived birth.
My father was Alpha Henry, but being his daughter had never protected me, because my mother had been a witch, and in a pack that worshiped pure wolf blood above almost everything else, my mixed blood became a crime no one needed to prove before punishing me for it.
When I was younger, I used to wonder if they would have treated me differently if my wolf had awakened early, if I had shifted beneath the moon like every other Alpha-blooded child was expected to do, if my claws had been sharp enough and my howl loud enough to make them forget the witch half of me.
But year after year, nothing came.
Hybrid.
Bastard.
Curse.
The words followed me through the halls of the pack house, across the training field. My stepsister Linda was even better at it; she never needed to raise her hand when she could turn an entire room against me with one sweet, pitying glance.
By the time I turned twenty-two, I had already learned how to lower my eyes when elders looked at me with disgust, how to ignore the servants who whispered that I was cursed, and how to pretend my stepmother Dorothy's gentle smile did not hurt more than open cruelty because it always came before she reminded me, in the softest possible voice, that I should be grateful the pack still allowed me to stay.
The only reason I had not completely collapsed under all of it was Brandon Cole.
He had been my hope for so long that I no longer knew how to separate him from the idea of survival itself.
Brandon was the strongest young warrior in our pack, handsome, admired, and respected in a way I had never been.
"When she comes, Emmy," he used to whisper, brushing his lips over my scars as if they were something precious instead of proof of every punishment I had endured, "everyone who looked down on you will regret it."
So I waited.
I waited through my eighteenth birthday, when most wolves shifted for the first time and I felt nothing but silence beneath my skin. I waited through nineteen, twenty, and twenty-one, while the pack's disappointment hardened into mockery and my father's eyes grew colder each time he looked at me. I waited until my twenty-second birthday, the final night a werewolf could still awaken before being declared permanently defective.
Tonight was my last chance.
Under the full moon, surrounded by wolves who had gathered less to witness my awakening than to enjoy my final failure, I stood barefoot in the ritual circle and forced myself not to tremble. The silver bowl before me reflected the moonlight, the elder's chant rose and fell like distant thunder, and somewhere beyond the crowd, Brandon watched me with an expression I wanted desperately to believe was love.
Then the ritual ended.
Nothing happened.
A few wolves laughed.
My stepmother sighed as if my failure had personally inconvenienced her, Linda lowered her eyes to hide the smile pulling at her lips, and my father turned away before the elder even announced what everyone already knew.
That would be the worst pain of the night.
But I was wrong.
As I stepped out of the ritual circle, something sharp split through my skull, and a flood of voices crashed into me all at once.
[What a waste of moonlight.]
[I knew she wouldn't shift.]
[Brandon must be tired of pretending by now.]
I froze.
No one's mouth had moved.
The wolves around me were still laughing, whispering, staring, but beneath their spoken words came another layer of sound-clearer, uglier, impossible to ignore.
Their thoughts.
Panic tightened around my throat as I stumbled back, pressing a hand against my temple while the pack's hidden cruelty poured into me without mercy. Every smile had a second voice. Every pitying glance carried a knife. They had hated me more deeply than I had ever allowed myself to imagine.
I needed Brandon.
I needed the one person who had always made the noise of the pack feel far away.
But as I pushed through the crowd, desperate to find him, a maid passed close enough for her thoughts to slice through the chaos.
[Brandon followed Linda into her room again. Goddess, I swear, if I have to wait for them to finish and then scrub another set of destroyed sheets, I'm going to lose it.]
My body stopped moving.
For one heartbeat, the entire world went silent.
Then my blood turned cold.
I grabbed the maid's wrist so hard she cried out.
"What did you say?"
Her eyes widened in terror. "Miss Emilia, I didn't say anything."
She was telling the truth.
Her lips had not moved.
But I had heard her.
A terrible numbness spread through me as I released the maid and turned toward the pack house. I did not remember crossing the courtyard, climbing the stairs, or passing the servants who stepped out of my way with startled faces and guilty minds. I only remembered the pounding of my heart and the foolish, desperate prayer repeating inside me.
Please be wrong.
Please let this be the one thought I misunderstood.
Please let him still be mine.
When I reached Linda's door, I already knew.
I pushed the door open.
The scene before me was worse than any nightmare.
The bed creaked rhythmically, obscene sounds spilling.
Brandon-my Brandon-was naked, his body moving over someone sprawled beneath him on the bed. Linda's long legs wrapped around his waist, her nails raking down his back as she moaned his name.
My sister. My boyfriend.
In that moment, I didn't feel pain. I felt nothing. Just a hollow, echoing void where my heart should have been.
Then their thoughts crashed into my mind like broken glass.
[God, she's so much better than Emilia. Tighter. More responsive. How did I waste many years on that frigid wolfless bitch?] Brandon's voice, clear in my head even as his mouth was occupied elsewhere.
[Look at her standing there like a pathetic little ghost. Does she really think Brandon ever loved her? Please. He's been mine since the day I decided I wanted him.] Linda's thoughts dripped with venom and smug satisfaction.
The numbness shattered.
Rage-pure, incandescent fury-flooded through me.
I grabbed the vase from the dresser near the door and hurled it at the wall beside the bed. It exploded with a satisfying crash.
They jerked apart, Linda screaming, Brandon scrambling to cover himself.
"Emilia!" Brandon's face went white. "This isn't-I can explain-"
"Explain?" My voice came out low and deadly calm. "Explain how you've been fucking my sister for three months while telling me you loved me?"
His jaw dropped. "How did you-"
"Does it matter?" I stepped into the room, my hands clenched into fists.
Linda sat up, not bothering to cover herself, a cruel smile playing on her lips. "Oh, please. Don't act so surprised, Emilia. Did you really think someone like Brandon would settle for a wolfless freak like you?"
[She's even more pathetic than I thought. Look at her, about to cry. This is delicious.]
I moved before I could think. My hand connected with Brandon's cheek with a crack that echoed through the room.
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