Aliyah Today, I had a scheduled meeting with Ashton—I mean, King Ashton Donovan—after a couple of days. I admit that ever since he started standing up for me against his mother, I began to develop a different perspective on him. Mixed emotions swirled inside of me as I waited here in the study room. I was excited for some reason, but then worry gripped my heart, as I had no idea what to expect from our meeting. Except for the fact that he was the king of the packs here, Ashton had always been a mysterious and unpredictable person, which both intrigued and intimidated me. Regardless, there was something about him that drew me in, making me want to know him better. I shook my head, closing the book that I had been reading for almost an hour now. I must remind myself that we had no special connection that could justify my growing interest in him. It was just a brief moment of protection, nothing more. Yet, it was hard to ignore how Ashton treated me lately, even without his presence. H

Aliyah I could feel my blood boiling in my veins the moment Brayden stepped into the room. Wait, was he even real? His presence alone was enough to ignite a fire within me, making me shoot up from my seat. Goosebumps formed on my skin as the memories flooded back—how he toyed with my emotions, making me believe he loved me... and the way he attacked me, biting my neck. I hastily adjusted the collar of my top, praying he wouldn't see the mark he had left on me. The last thing I needed was for him to realize he still had some semblance of power over me, or worse, try to take me back and make me his slave again. "W-why are you here in Jadeisles?"He took a step toward me, and I instinctively took a step back. "Aliyah…"I glared at King Ashton, who stood by calmly, showing no surprise at Brayden's presence. Why would he allow that monster into his kingdom? But then it suddenly occurred to me that, despite everything, they were friends. He had every right to be here.But that didn't mean

AliyahMy heart hammered in my chest as I witnessed King Ashton and Brayden’s transformation, and the beautiful furnishings had been broken down to splinters and crushed velvet. Deep claw gouges and cracks marred the walls, bearing the marks of their fight. I was tired of feeling this helplessness and fear. But on top of them, anger was brewing within me.“I ran away from you, Brayden. Yet here you are, hunting me down even in another country,” I muttered under my breath.My limbs trembled as I steeled myself to step into the fray. It was insanity, like walking into a lion’s den, but I couldn’t bear to watch any longer. The men and servants trying to separate the two dominant alpha kings were failing miserably, sustaining injuries in the process.“Enough!” I screamed, surprising even myself with the ferocity in my voice. “Please, I beg you, put an end to this senseless violence!”Both snarling dominant wolves paused mid-attack as if by some miracle, and the growls receded to a low rumb

Aliyah "What are you talking about? Get away from me!" I shouted, jumping off the bed and putting distance between us. The way he looked at me, I was like some rare specimen under a microscope. I couldn't stand it, not even for a second. "Take me back to Jadeiles. Now!" Tears prickled at the corners of my eyes. I couldn't let him see me cry—not again. Not after everything he had put me through in the past. "Aliyah, we're meant to be together. You know it deep down," Brayden insisted. "I understand if you're scared or confused, but please, just give me a chance to explain. I promise you, I will never hurt you like before. Let me show you how much I've changed. I never stopped loving you." "Love?" I scoffed, finally turning to face him. "You don't know the meaning of the word. You only care about yourself and your precious pack." "Maybe that was true once, but not anymore," he said, his eyes pleading with me to believe him. "I've changed, Aliyah. Give me a chance to prove it to you.

Aliyah I blinked in the mirror. Where did that voice come from? "Mate." My breathing came to a halt, realizing that it was coming from my head, and I could hear it every time I gazed at Brayden. Beads of cold sweat formed on my forehead as I struggled to comprehend what was happening. “Aliyah, you okay?” Brayden gently asked me, noticing my bewildered expression. When our eyes met in the mirror, I gasped when the voice said it again. This time, it was louder and more distinct, causing goosebumps to rise on my arms. "Mate." It almost hurt my ears, I untangled myself from Brayden's embrace and rushed out of the room. 'Why are you running, Aliyah?' Finally, the enchanting voice said something other than the word, 'mate'. Its tone was soothing, almost pleading, but I couldn't bring myself to stop and listen. “Aliyah, wait!” Brayden called, but I was already running towards the main door as I tried to escape the confusion and panic that consumed me. “Who are you?” I ask