Lila lived a life steeped in ordinary struggles and past traumas until she was thrust into the deadly world of werewolves and ancient prophecies. When Alpha Dominic coldly rejects her as his mate, declaring a human unworthy of his power, Lila is left broken, bonded to him in a way she cannot escape. But there's no time to grieve. The ruthless Shadowfang pack has marked her as their target, her fate tied to cryptic prophecies that could reshape the supernatural world. As secrets unravel and betrayal lurks at every corner, Lila must navigate a war she doesn't understand, all while resisting the growing pull toward the man who rejected her. Dominic's icy exterior begins to fracture as he's drawn to the fiery, determined human he once dismissed. But as danger closes in, one question remains: will Dominic claim her as his own, or will Lila be left to face her destiny-alone and unclaimed?
Lila's POV
It was a regular day at work as usual; attended to patients when needed, avoid familiarity with my colleagues, talked when I was required to, and avoided unnecessary drama. That's how I live, so you could say my life was an ordinary one. But deep down in my ordinary life lies traumas, hidden from the world-pains buried deep within my soul.
I opened the door to my house, hoping my mother would be in a calm state as she was always in a different mood each day, due to her manic depression. I didn't see her in the living room, so I went straight to my room first so I could change and take a shower first. At least I won't have to deal with seeing her face after all the work I did today.
I noticed the drawer in the right corner of my room was slightly open. I've been living with OCD for almost half of my life, so I'd never leave my drawer open like that. I walked closer to it and took a peek inside, only to discover that my piggy box was gone. My heart started racing, and I could feel my blood boiling.
Without contemplating, I rushed out of the room and headed straight to my mom's. I knocked but didn't wait for her response before I walked in.
"Hey Lila, you are back." She said, lying down on her bed almost naked.
"Did you go to my room and touch my money?" I asked, but deep down I already knew the answer.
"The one in your piggy box? Yeah, I needed an emergency fund so I had to borrow it." She said, and I could tell she was drunk from the way she sounded.
"What could be more urgent than the fact that any seconds from now, you and your husband's creditor would come knocking and you took the money I've been preparing to give to them?" I screeched, forcing back the tears coming to the surface.
She sat upright, "Come on! Is it such a big deal I took your money?" she barked.
I rubbed my hand in my hair, my whole body trembling in anger. "You don't even have a job, how do you plan to pay back?"
"What if I don't pay back? I'm your fucking mother! I might not have given birth to you, but when your god-forsaken mother left you in the gutter to die, I picked you up and raised you." Now, she's guilt-tripping me.
"How did you raise me? By making me feel I'm not worthy of love, while you move from one husband to another? Or was it when you finally found love and I thought I've gotten a dad, only to discover he's a scammer? And look at where that has brought us today." I shot back at her, cleaning back the tears that have fallen.
"You are just an ungrateful bitch. You know how depressive I get at times, so I only wanted to have fun and relieve my stress by going to the club and getting a few drinks." She said, walking up to me.
"You spent a whole 4k dollars drinking and clubbing?" I asked, surprised at her audacity.
"I did a little shopping too, I even got you a bag." She pointed to the bag on the floor.
"You forgot to bring a man home as you always do." As if I just touched her weak point, she slapped me hard across the face. She retrieved her hand immediately as if she regretted it, but that was until she turned back and went to sit in her bed, her back facing me.
"I've met a lot of people, both men and women-but you are still the one I wish I never met." She said, her voice clear and void of emotions.
Without saying a word, I rushed out into the woods. Our house is on the outskirts of the town so we are surrounded by woods. Anytime I found the house too suffocating, I went into the woods, to cry and relieve my pain.
But this time for an unknown reason, I walked past my usual spot and kept going deeper into the woods, tears streaming down my face.
I've tried so much not to be a burden to her, ever since I turned 11, I took care of myself. I had to take out a student loan to go through school without asking her for a dime. I took care of her when she was sick-even when she had to go from one drug to another due to her mental state, I paid for them.
And if I were to mention the abuse I went through at the hands of her husbands, she owed me more than I owed her. Yet, I'm the biggest stain in her life; the stain she couldn't seem to wash off no matter how hard she tried.
I noticed a big tree and went straight to sit under it. I cried until my face felt numb, and I wished I never existed. I wished I was never born.
The sun was setting, so I decided to go back home, even though I knew I'd be getting the silent treatment from her, and it'd probably last for a while.
After walking and coming back to the same spot three times, I knew I had lost my way since I wasn't good with directions.
I went back, sat under the tree, and started crying again.
My crying was interrupted when I heard a snap behind the tree before me. I rushed to my feet, dusted my pants, and waited to see if something would come out.
It was a man; dressed in black, not too dirty, not too clean.
"Hey, are you lost too?" I moved closer to him, wondering if we were in the same predicament.
"No, I just found food." He said with a smirk, licking his lips afterward.
I looked around me, not sure of what he meant, "Food?" I asked, as my instincts told me to move backward, which I did.
He shook his head slowly, smiling mischievously, like one of those beings from the 'From' series.
But before I could react to his reaction, he bore his teeth out and I could swear I saw them look like a vampire's teeth-I fell to the ground as he launched at me.
"I've warned you from the beginning. Don't marry him, but you won't listen." Darcy stood close to me and smiled with concern. "You're not a woman worthy of a man as handsome, rich, smart, and virile as Blaze." My whole body trembled at her words. "Have you no shame?" I asked. "Take a good look at yourself, Heather." She stared at me in the mirror. "You can't even glance at your ugly face. Do you think Blaze can endure a lifetime of gazing at that scar?" Heather Bailey got a surprise from her husband: a divorce agreement. After a year of marriage and facing ups and downs, she couldn't believe Blaze intended to divorce her. She was devastated when she saw him gazing lovingly at another woman. After signing the divorce papers, shockwaves caught her up. Her flower shop was burned to the ground. Her father's company collapsed, and her parents blamed her. She struggled to rebuild her life from the ground up and became more successful than ever. Having many customers from influential families, she started her revenge on Blaze. She won the very thing he wanted, but that was just the beginning.
Melanie married Ashton out of gratitude, but she quickly found herself entangled in a web of relentless challenges. Despite these struggles, she stayed true to her commitment to the marriage. In the hospital room, Ashton indifferently attempted to draw her blood, disregarding her discomfort. This callous act was a harsh revelation for Melanie, awakening her to the grim reality of their relationship. Resolved to prioritize her own welfare, she decided to sever ties. With newfound resolve, Melanie filed for divorce. In the process, she unveiled her concealed identities, leaving everyone in shock. Throughout these turbulent times, Melanie realized that Derek, Ashton’s uncle, had been discreetly protecting her all along.
Everyone was shocked to the bones when the news of Rupert Benton's engagement broke out. It was surprising because the lucky girl was said to be a plain Jane, who grew up in the countryside and had nothing to her name. One evening, she showed up at a banquet, stunning everyone present. "Wow, she's so beautiful!" All the men drooled, and the women got so jealous. What they didn't know was that this so-called country girl was actually an heiress to a billion-dollar empire. It wasn't long before her secrets came to light one after the other. The elites couldn't stop talking about her. "Holy smokes! So, her father is the richest man in the world?" "She's also that excellent, but mysterious designer who many people adore! Who would have guessed?" Nonetheless, people thought that Rupert didn't love her. But they were in for another surprise. Rupert released a statement, silencing all the naysayers. "I'm very much in love with my beautiful fiancee. We will be getting married soon." Two questions were on everyone's minds: "Why did she hide her identity? And why was Rupert in love with her all of a sudden?"
Madisyn was stunned to discover that she was not her parents' biological child. Due to the real daughter's scheming, she was kicked out and became a laughingstock. Thought to be born to peasants, Madisyn was shocked to find that her real father was the richest man in the city, and her brothers were renowned figures in their respective fields. They showered her with love, only to learn that Madisyn had a thriving business of her own. "Stop pestering me!" said her ex-boyfriend. "My heart only belongs to Jenna." "How dare you think that my woman has feelings for you?" claimed a mysterious bigwig.
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