I stand on the brink of a past I've lived and a future I've yet to claim. Five years ago, my world crumbled when Lucan, the Alpha I loved, the man destined to be my mate, chose betrayal over loyalty; my sister over me. His blatant rejection of my love but refusal to reject our bond, kept me on a string for years. Until my sister decided to orchestrate my murder when I fell pregnant with Lucan's child. Fate, it seems, holds a twisted sense of mercy. I find myself back in time, five years before my life turned into a nightmare, on the night my Mate Bond with Lucan snaps into place. But this time, I'm not the same Verena. I refuse to be the victim, the one walked all over. With a resolve forged from pain and betrayal, I stand before our pack, our family, our friends, and I shatter the expectations of fate. I reject Lucan, and the ripple of shock is my first taste of victory. But my plan doesn't stop there. I aim higher, daring to entangle my fate with his enemy, Alpha Niklaus King, a man as dangerous as he is ruthless. It's supposed to be a game, a strategy to topple Lucan from his throne. I didn't anticipate the fire Niklaus would ignite in my soul, a passion fierce and consuming. As I grow closer to him, the lines blur; my heart, once set on revenge, now beats a different rhythm. Torn between the past's shadows and a future that's as uncertain as it is thrilling, I find myself questioning everything. Lucan's betrayal branded me, but Niklaus offers a chance at healing, at power. Yet, can I trust this new bond, or will it become another chain?
View MoreVerenaAs Kristina busily chatters about the latest pack gossip, the kitchen door swings open and Niklaus’ mother steps in. The atmosphere shifts immediately; even Kristina senses the change, her words trailing off as she excuses herself, leaving me alone with the matriarch of the pack.The silence is thick, laden with unspoken words, as she moves to stand opposite me at the kitchen island. Her gaze is steely, unwavering, as she assesses me from across the marble countertop. She doesn’t waste time on pleasantries.“Verena, understand this,” she begins, her voice low and laced with a stern warning, “if you harm Niklaus or distract him from his duties, I will not hesitate to end you.”Her threat hangs heavy in the air, and for a moment, I consider the weight of her words. But fear isn’t what rises in me—it’s defiance.“I respect your concern for your son,” I reply, my voice steady despite the growing knot in my stomach. “But I’m not here to harm Niklaus. I’m here to stand with him, to s
NiklausWe’re driving to my pack house and honestly, I am fucking nervous. Next to me, Verena sits quietly, her eyes occasionally flitting over to study my expression. I’ve told her nothing about the pack over the time we’ve known each other, and now, as we’re about to cross the threshold into my world, the gravity of what I’m about to do sinks in.I‘m not just bringing her to a place I call home; I’m introducing her to a life where she will be Luna, a role she played before, but this time her input will be so much more valuable. Matriarchs basically run our pack; look at my mother.“We’re almost there,” I murmur as we approach the hidden entrance, marked only by ancient trees that serve as sentinels to the wards protecting our land. As we pass through the invisible barrier, I watch her reaction closely.Her eyes widen as the car winds down the forested path, revealing the little city hidden within a city. Small homes nestled between larger communal buildings, wolves in human form goi
Verena“Stop arguing with me! This is the safest place right now—”“A werewolf in a vampire’s den is absolutely NOT the safest fucking place, Verena,” Niklaus growls, his cool blue eyes now looking stormy gray with anger. “I’m stronger when I’m closer to my pack; I can’t stay here.”We’ve been arguing since we landed, all the way from the airstrip right to my bedroom at Axton’s place. He refuses to stay here, and I understand that he’s apprehensive because Axton is a vampire, but there’s nothing to go back to for him right now.I look at Niklaus, incredulously. “Did you forget about your hotel? Did you forget what Ares did to the pack?”Niklaus’ anger seems to dissipate and he frowns. “What the hell are you talking about?” he asks, then, as I’m about to answer, he chuckles. “Verena, do you think the hotel was my pack house?”Wait, what?“Isn’t it?” I ask with a frown and when he laughs again, I feel completely foolish. “Niklaus!”“Sorry, sorry,” he says, shaking his head and placing h
NiklausAs the medic runs a final scan, confirming what I already feel in every fiber of my being—I’m completely healed, no lingering traces of the torture or the drugs—I only half-listen. My attention is fixed on Verena, who sits across the small space of the jet, her eyes occasionally meeting mine with that mix of relief and something deeper, something unspoken that we’ll need to address. But for now, the presence of the team, the hum of the jet, and the medic between us keeps whatever we need to say just out of reach.“Alright, Alpha Niklaus, you’re as good as new,” the medic announces, snapping his kit shut with a satisfied nod. “No sign of lasting damage.”“Thanks,” I grunt, more out of politeness than interest. My gaze slips back to Verena, watching as she brushes a lock of hair back from her face, her fingers trembling slightly.The medic senses his cue to leave and heads towards the cockpit, giving us the semblance of privacy in the cramped confines of the jet. The rest of t
VerenaIn Axton’s sprawling Vegas home, the air is thick with tension as Laz finishes relaying Niklaus’s message. My heart pounds furiously against my chest, a mix of anger and shock swirling inside me. I had known Ares didn’t like me, but to betray his own brother, to join hands with Lucan and Peter? The depth of his betrayal is staggering. “So, Ares is the reason Niklaus is in this mess?” I ask, my voice sharp with barely contained fury. The room is crowded with Axton, Kris, Laz, and a few of Axton’s trusted vampire lieutenants, all ready for a showdown.“Yes,” Laz confirms, his expression grim. “Niklaus made it clear. Ares has turned against us, aligned with Lucan.”Axton’s face is set in a mask of cold fury, his hands clenched at his sides. “We need to rethink our approach,” he states flatly, turning to address his lieutenants. “We’re going offensive. I want every resource we have focused on retrieving Niklaus and neutralizing Ares.”“What about me?” I interject, unable to keep
NiklausWhen I open my eyes, the familiar, harsh edges of the cell greet me, but the pain that had been a constant companion is notably absent. I shift slightly, testing my limbs, surprised to find myself free of chains and feeling stronger. Someone fucking healed me completely.My mind races, trying to piece together why they’d allow this. It doesn’t add up; it reeks of manipulation, a setup.Deciding to stay put, I sit up cautiously, keeping my movements minimal. I focus on the details of the cell, looking for anything that might indicate a change or a new trap waiting to be sprung. But everything seems just as grim and confining as before.The sound of the door opening breaks my concentration, and I steel myself as Ares steps into the cell. My gut clenches with a mix of anger and betrayal, yet I force a mask of impassivity onto my face.“Comfortable?” Ares asks, a mocking tone to his voice as he surveys me, still sitting on the dirty floor.“Why am I not chained? Are you fuckers f
VerenaThe night before we leave for Las Vegas, anxiety knots tightly within me, refusing to let sleep claim me easily. But eventually, exhaustion wins out, and I drift into a restless slumber. My dreams, usually fragmented and confusing, coalesce into a vivid, powerful scene tonight.I find myself standing in a vast, open field bathed in moonlight. The grass under my feet is cool and soft, and above me, the full moon reigns supreme in a starless sky. It’s serene, surreal, and I know instinctively this isn’t an ordinary dream.“Verena,” a voice calls out, soft yet carrying through the still night air. I turn to find a figure bathed in moonlight, her presence overwhelmingly calm and commanding. She is ethereal, her hair flowing like liquid silver, her eyes deep pools of wisdom. Instinctively, I know her. The Moon Goddess.“Your Grace,” I whisper, my voice barely above a breath, as I drop to a knee, overwhelmed by her presence.“Rise, my child,” she speaks with a warmth that eases my i
Niklaus Pain surges through me as I slowly regain consciousness. My body feels like it’s been crushed, every movement sending waves of agony through my battered limbs. I’m slumped against a cold, hard wall, the rough surface scraping against my back. They’ve done a number on me, alright. I try to shift, to ease the discomfort, but even that small movement is torture. The small, dank room reeks of mildew and my own blood, the metallic tang heavy in the air. I’m bloodied, beaten, but there’s no way I’m letting them see the pain. I keep my expression as neutral as I can manage, despite the throbbing in my head and the sharp stabs of pain shooting through my chest with every breath. I know this game—show weakness and they’ll exploit it. Lucan has been in and out, watching with that snake-like grin as his goons work me over. His taunts are pathetic, trying to worm their way into my mind, speaking of Verena as if he ever had a claim over her. It makes my blood boil, the way he talks
VerenaKris arrives not long after dawn, her expression serious as she takes in my anxious stance.“Good morning, Verena. Axton told me you’re needing assistance with a tracking spell?” Kris’s voice is calm, a stark contrast to the storm of emotions inside me.“Yes, thank you for coming so quickly,” I say, offering her the shirt. “We need to find Niklaus. He’s missing, and... it’s bad.”Kris’s brow furrows as she takes the scarf, her fingers brushing the fabric lightly. “I understand. Let’s get started right away. Do you have a place we can set up?”We move to a clear area of the sunroom, and Kris begins arranging various items from her bag—a small bowl, some herbs, a few crystals, and a candle. She places the scarf in the center of our makeshift altar.“Stand here, beside me,” she instructs, and I do as she says, watching her every move. She lights the candle, the flame flickering softly in the morning light.“Focus on Niklaus, on your connection with him. Picture him in your mind, a
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