I violently shook my head, and then a scream escaped my throat, "No!"Rage mixed with agonizing pain as the burning hot blood ran through my veins faster and faster. I picked Sariel's number on my phone and called him. I waited, listening to long signals that only fueled my anger. How could he do this to me? I believed him when he said that he would make me his queen and that he would kill Elora… Was I the only one in love? Was he playing me up until this moment? No. I refused to believe that. When he didn't answer, I called him again and got switched to voicemail."You son of a bitch! You don't even have the decency to answer the fucking call and say it?!" I think my voice cracked just before I disconnected.My frustration was overwhelming. I didn't cry, but I wanted to demolish the entire room just to ease my anger.Another text came: "I'm sorry, Lilith. I wouldn't stand talking to you. I've never meant for it to happen, but this is the fact. Goo

I was holding the phone next to my ear, feeling nauseated. The world around me was spinning. Martha shouted something over the phone. She was calling my name, but my brain kept refusing to face the reality."Lilith! Are you there?!" Martha yelled, finally breaking through my bewilderment."This can't be true… I know it can't be true!" I shouted, angry and desperate."That would explain why he didn't call you or text you back," she said, knocking me down with sudden realization."I got a text from him…" I mumbled, choking on the air I was breathing."What?! When?! Why didn't you say anything?!" Martha burst out.I swallowed, preparing myself to tell her the truth. "He wrote that the child is his… He wrote ‘goodbye’ to me… That he was sorry…" I struggled to pull in a breath."Oh, God…" she muttered."I…" Fisting my hand, I squeezed out through my throat, "I slept with D

The thought that Draven had been lying to me from the beginning drilled into my mind, making my teeth grit. I didn't think I could handle another betrayal without losing my mind. I'd had enough of things falling apart in my life. It would have been so much easier if I were living in a human world. When the human guy wants you in his bed, he doesn't play the destiny card to put pressure on you. Draven did everything he could to make me feel guilty for not choosing him. He made sure that I would always feel that if I chose Sariel, I would go against the higher power and become cursed. The feeling he planted in my heart had been haunting me, spreading through my body like poison. But if I wasn't his mate, then why did he lie? Why would he be so desperate to make me his Luna? I refused to believe that I had a certain value that could help him become king. He could have claimed the throne all by himself. Besides, if I wasn't his mate, then who was it? Was it Jetta? Was it the real reason

Every minute of the three-hour ride raised my anxiety. I kept shifting in my seat as if it was the most uncomfortable chair I had ever sat on. Patrick had noticed it a few times, and then gave me a warm, soothing smile, which helped me remain composed… until another wave of restlessness drew air from my lungs, bringing me closer to a choking state.Seeing the road sign informing us that we were 50 miles away from Greystoneville sent chills down my spine. We entered the Southern Woods Pack's territory. The long line of black vans drove through the road crossing the vast forest area that surrounded Greystone Mountain, a perfect place for wolves to hunt… or set up their battles while keeping their existence hidden from the human eye.Greystoneville had been built, starting at the foot of the mountain and climbing uphill. The lower parts, further away from the woods, were mostly inhabited by humans and low-ranked wolves. The upper districts belonged to t

Draven led me to the top floor of Randall D'Apolito's mansion. As a precaution, six warriors from the Moon Hill Pack followed us. There were no live signs anywhere, but that didn't mean that any corner of this place was safe to walk around. Each floor of the residence was covered in blood. Corpses were lying on the floor, slaughtered and dismembered. The gruesome odor penetrated our nostrils, making it harder to breathe. Who was capable of doing something like that? What kinds of monsters were able to defeat all the best fighters in the pack, literally tearing them apart? Thinking that I could face the ones responsible for this bloodbath scared the hell out of me. Draven held my hand with a strong grip while we were climbing upstairs. I figured that he wanted to give me the courage to face my father, and I was grateful for that. Nonetheless, my greatest concern at that moment didn't involve my father in the slightest. I was terrified of the unknown danger, hoping tha