Amara was born a slave, sold from one cruel master to another in the dangerous world of werewolves. Weak and helpless, she never dreamed of freedom-or love. But when she's sold to Darius, the cold and strong Alpha of the Lycan Pack, her life changes forever. Darius refuses her as his mate the moment their bond is revealed. Betrayed and crushed, Amara flees, unknowing that she carries a secret-a child meant to change everything. Years later, Darius learns the truth, and he's desperate to win back the woman he wronged. But with enemies closing in and dark secrets from Amara's past threatening to destroy them both, will love be enough to conquer their pain? Or will the moon's threat tear them apart for good?
Amara's POV
I was already on my knees cleaning the blood-stained stone floor of the Lycan Pack's great hall before the sun had even risen. The strong soap left my fingertips sore and hurt. As though the pack wanted to constantly remind me of my position, the wolves' strong, overpowering scent permeated the air around me.
"Slave, hurry up!" yelled Greta, a member of the pack's elite. She spoke in a deep, icy tone. "Are you going to be on this floor all day?"
Knowing that answering would gain me more than just words, I chose not to do so. What happened when I dared to resist them was evidenced by the scars on my arms and back.
I looked at the floor instead. Dirty, hollow-eyed, and sporting knotted black hair, my reflection in the pool of soapy water looked back at me. The girl in that reflection was someone I detested. Weak. Sad.
"Do you see that, Greta?" As they went by, one of the other women of the elite said. I could hear them, but their voices grew quieter. "On her wrist." That mark.
I went cold. My left wrist's crescent-shaped scar was the topic of their conversation. I never gave it any thought, even though it had been there for as long as I could remember.
A second person said back, "It means something." "However, what could it"
"Nothing'!" Greta interrupted them with a snap. She scowled down at me as though my very existence was a criminal. In any case, she is a dirty slave. Amara, get back to work!
"Yes, Greta," I said quietly, looking down. I tightened my wrist, concealing the imprint under my dress's frayed sleeve. I didn't have time to think about it, whatever it meant. My only concern was surviving.
Later that night, pack members crowded into the main hall. The Moonlight Ceremony, a celebration of the Lycans' power and unity, took place tonight. I had to serve even though I was not permitted to take part because I was a slave.
I swerved through the crowd, dodging sneers and stinging elbows, while holding a tray of beverages. Excitement filled the air, and I felt unnoticeable.
Then I looked up, which was a mistake.
I saw him at that point. Darius.
Like a king among wolves, he towered above everyone in the middle of the hall. He was hard to miss with his wide shoulders and sharp golden eyes. The Alpha. Strong and invincible. I instantly averted my gaze to blend in with the background as my heart thumped in my chest.
However, my tray slipped as I turned. Wine spilled at his feet as a cup fell to the ground.
The audience became quiet.
I went cold. With all eyes on me, the atmosphere felt oppressive.
"You there," he said in a deep, powerful voice. "Come on over."
As I stepped out into the open, my legs shook. I avoided looking into his eyes and kept my head down.
"I apologize, Alpha," I said. "It happened by accident."
"Observe me," he commanded.
I had no desire to. I was unable to. However, the draw was too great. I experienced it-a sudden surge of warmth, an odd tingle that traveled throughout my body-when my eyes finally locked with his.
My friend.
I kept hearing the word. It was so heavy that my knees almost gave out. This cannot be taking place. Not to me.
His face grew stern. "No."
I felt sick to my stomach.
"This is a mistake," Darius stated in a chilly, disinterested tone. "I could never have you as a mate-you are a weak, pitiful slave."
Murmurs broke out among the gathering.
Someone started to say, "Alpha," but he silenced them with a raised hand.
He declared, "I, Darius of the Lycan Pack, deny you as my mate." His words sliced right through me like knives.
My eyes ached with tears, but I fought the need to cry. Not in this place. Not in public. Their whispers and laughing chased me out of the hall as I turned and fled.
I sat with my knees pressed to my chest in the shadowy corner of the servant's quarters. My soul, not just my emotions, ached from the rejection.
"What made the Moon Goddess so ruthless?" I said to myself in a whisper. She paired me with someone who detested me, but why? Someone who thought I was just a dirty slave?
The moonlight coming through the small window seemed to give a subtle glow to the crescent mark on my wrist. Wishing I could remove it, I rubbed it.
I hastily cleaned my face as I heard footsteps echoing down the hallway. With a creak, the door opened, and two elderly people entered, their features obscured by darkness.
One of them questioned, "Is she the one?"
"Yes," said the other. "It is confirmed by the crescent mark."
"What are you looking for?" My voice trembled as I asked.
With icy eyes, the first elder took a step forward. Slave, you don't belong in this pack. You'll be sent away tomorrow. Alpha Viktor has already purchased you at a high cost.
My blood froze. Alpha Viktor had a reputation for being cruel, particularly to women. I wouldn't make it if they sent me to him.
I shook my head, saying, "No." "This is not possible!"
The older hissed, "You're not in a position to argue." "Thank goodness we didn't kill you."
My thoughts were racing as I paced the tiny space. I was unable to allow them to send me to Viktor. I needed to get out.
However, there was strict security at the servant's quarters. There was no way out.
As the hours went by, I could hear footsteps coming. Two pack warriors barged in as the door crashed open.
One of them grabbed my arm and said, "Time to go."
"No!" I struggled against their hold and yelled. "Give me a break!"
Despite my cries, they pulled me into the packhouse's dim hallways.
We went outside, and the chilly night air assaulted my face. The wheels of a carriage creaked menacingly in the quiet as it waited close to the gates.
I was filled with panic. Desperate to escape, I thrashed more violently. "Darius!" Even though I knew he wouldn't arrive, I still yelled his name.
With a smash of the door, the warriors pushed me into the carriage. With tears running down my cheeks, I put my hands against the little window as the wheels started to revolve.
I had no idea what was waiting for me when I left the only house I had ever known.
She spent years running. Now, fate has come to collect. Selene Cross has one rule-never bow, never submit. A rogue werewolf with a rare bloodline, she has spent years evading the mate bond that threatens to trap her in a life she refuses to accept. But when Alpha Ronan Vale hunts her down, her world shatters. He is relentless. He is ruthless. And worst of all-he is hers. Ronan is more than just the Shadowfang Alpha. He is cursed, his wolf teetering on the edge of madness. The mate bond is the only thing that can save him, but claiming Selene could break her. Torn between her need for freedom and the connection she cannot escape, Selene refuses to surrender. But dark forces are rising. A prophecy whispers of Selene's bloodline, of a power that could either save or destroy the werewolf race. And in the shadows lurks Nyra, a woman who knows the secrets of Ronan's curse and the cost of breaking it. She offers Selene a choice-bind herself to Ronan forever or risk losing him to the darkness. The war for dominance has begun. The past cannot be outrun. And the most dangerous enemy may not be the one lurking in the woods-but the one she feels calling in her soul. Passion, betrayal, and destiny collide in this dark, thrilling werewolf romance where love is a curse... and surrendering could mean death.
Rena got into an entanglement with a big shot when she was drunk one night. She needed Waylen's help while he was drawn to her youthful beauty. As such, what was supposed to be a one-night stand progressed into something serious. All was well until Rena discovered that Waylen's heart belonged to another woman. When his first love returned, he stopped coming home, leaving Rena all alone for many nights. She put up with it until she received a check and farewell note one day. Contrary to how Waylen expected her to react, Rena had a smile on her face as she bid him farewell. "It was fun while it lasted, Waylen. May our paths never cross. Have a nice life." But as fate would have it, their paths crossed again. This time, Rena had another man by her side. Waylen's eyes burned with jealousy. He spat, "How the hell did you move on? I thought you loved only me!" "Keyword, loved!" Rena flipped her hair back and retorted, "There are plenty of fish in the sea, Waylen. Besides, you were the one who asked for a breakup. Now, if you want to date me, you have to wait in line." The next day, Rena received a credit alert of billions and a diamond ring. Waylen appeared again, got down on one knee, and uttered, "May I cut in line, Rena? I still want you."
After two years of marriage, Sadie was finally pregnant. Filled with hope and joy, she was blindsided when Noah asked for a divorce. During a failed attempt on her life, Sadie found herself lying in a pool of blood, desperately calling Noah to ask him to save her and the baby. But her calls went unanswered. Shattered by his betrayal, she left the country. Time passed, and Sadie was about to be wed for a second time. Noah appeared in a frenzy and fell to his knees. "How dare you marry someone else after bearing my child?"
They don't know I'm a girl. They all look at me and see a boy. A prince. Their kind purchase humans like me for their lustful desires. And, when they stormed into our kingdom to buy my sister, I intervened to protect her. I made them take me too. The plan was to escape with my sister whenever we found a chance. How was I to know our prison would be the most fortified place in their kingdom? I was supposed to be on the sidelines. The one they had no real use for. The one they never meant to buy. But then, the most important person in their savage land-their ruthless beast king-took an interest in the "pretty little prince." How do we survive in this brutal kingdom, where everyone hates our kind and shows us no mercy? And how does someone, with a secret like mine, become a lust slave? . AUTHOR'S NOTE. This is a dark romance-dark, mature content. Highly rated 18+ Expect triggers, expect hardcore. If you're a seasoned reader of this genre, looking for something different, prepared to go in blindly not knowing what to expect at every turn, but eager to know more anyway, then dive in! . From the author of the international bestselling book: "The Alpha King's Hated Slave."
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