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Chapter 1
Camellia's POV
I was in my third month of trying to conceive when I saw a message on my mate Esmond's phone from a contact named "Hazel".
I frowned in thought, suddenly，strong arms suddenly wrapped around my waist from behind.
The scent of damp pine needles and smoky oak flooded my senses—Esmond's scent.
His heated body pressed against mine as his teeth grazed my earlobe, sending sparks down my spine.
"Where do you want me tonight, sweetheart? By the window or on the couch?" His voice rumbled against my skin, his breath hot.
Before I could answer, he scooped me up and dropped me onto the leather sofa, his shadow looming over me.
"Since you're being quiet, I'll pick the couch." His amber eyes glowed with that primal hunger all wolves carried during the full moon.
"Will you finally mark me tonight?"
"Soon," he growled, trailing kisses down my throat. "Like I promised—after you're carrying our heir. My father's itching to meet Ironclaw's future alpha."
His fingers slid toward the zipper of my dress.
"Wait—we're in the packhouse," I protested, pushing weakly at his chest.
His thumb traced the faint crescent scar on my neck—the temporary mark he left during our bonding ceremony.
"Meet me in our room. I'll wash off the patrol stench." He kissed me once more before disappearing down the hall.
Lyra whimpered in my head, the hollow ache spreading through my ribs.
"He's holding back," she hissed. "Why won't he claim us?"
"Maybe tonight, Lyra," I said.
I folded Esmond's discarded leather jacket.
A slip of paper fluttered to the floor. My blood froze.
It was a business card. It read "Hazel Berry."
I flipped it over. Scrawled on the back, "When the moon swells full, I can't control how badly my wolf wants you. The same way yours wants me."
The faint tang of verbena hit my nose.
The card almost slipped from my trembling fingers.
I took a deep breath, trying to calm down.
The door slammed open.
Esmond stood framed in moonlight, water glistening on his sculpted torso. His eyes burned with restless energy.
"Babe, emergency at the company. Gotta handle it." He pulled me into a quick hug, his touch colder than usual.
It felt like a knife had stabbed my heart. Disappointment and sadness washed over me like a tidal wave.
"Can't it wait? It's the full moon—"
"Wish it could. Be back soon." His kiss grazed my forehead before he vanished.
The moment his footsteps faded, the temporary mark ignited.
Burning pain shot through my veins, scorching my throat and nearly suffocating me.
Suddenly, my chest started to ache. The pain was drilling into my bones, making it hard to breathe.
Then the visions hit—a tangled bedsheet, Esmond's hands buried in golden hair.
"He's with her!" Lyra howled. "Our mate betrayed us!"
The pain faded, leaving me slumped in the corner of my bedroom. My clothes stuck to me like second skin, drenched in cold sweat.
I was the Alpha's daughter of Shadowfang Pack.
My arranged marriage to Esmond from Ironclaw Pack had been strictly political - two powerful werewolf packs merging through their heirs.
As the Alpha's daughter, my marriage was a tool to strengthen our pack.
We weren't supposed to feel anything. But after the mating ceremony's temporary mark... something shifted.
The bond made me care. And now this?
I couldn't believe he would betray me.
The dam holding back my emotions burst, and anger made my blood boil.
"Let me out," Lyra growled in my mind.
I loosened my grip on my consciousness. A surge of power coursed through me.
My bones cracked as fur erupted across my skin, and my claws and teeth sharpened.
I endured the pain. With a series of crisp bone movements, I fully shifted.
I shook my body, then I leaped from the bedroom windowsill with a powerful push from my hind legs.
I sprinted toward the Shadow Forest on the border of the Ironclaw Pack's territory.
Thirty minutes later, exhausted, I transformed back into my human form.
I walked into a bar, ordered two drinks, said nothing, and downed them both.
The liquor burned my throat first, then my stomach.
I never drank. I had no idea how to face my dad.
Soon, I polished off two bottles of whiskey. My vision started to blur.
Next thing I knew, I woke up in some hotel bed that smelled like cheap air freshener.
My phone buzzed.
My friend Eugenia's texts lit up the screen.
[Hey babe, you were trashed so I got you a room.]
[BTW ordered you some dessert ;) Room 520. Six-pack abs, golden retriever energy. Go wild.]
I put my phone down. I looked at myself in the mirror.
My long, curly brown hair fell over my shoulders, my skin was pale, and my lips were red. I glanced down at the red dress clinging to my body, stood up, and swayed a little.
Normally, I'd nope out.
But whiskey courage had me replying back.
I stumbled down the hallway and found the door of 520 stood ajar.
Curious about what he looked like, I pushed the door open wider and peeked in.
The room was dark. Moonlight outlined a broad-shouldered silhouette against the windows.
I could just make out a tall figure. He was a foot taller than me, with a muscular build.
I smiled. My fingers traced rock-hard abs under his unbuttoned shirt.
He smelled like cedar and trouble.
"Earn your paycheck, pretty boy," I slurred, pushing him backward.
Chapter 2
Camellia's POV
Cedarwood and iron tang hit my nostrils.
I sniffed deeper, craving more of his scent.
Then it hit me – that aggressive, intoxicating musk only a prime Alpha could emit.
The rock-hard muscles under my fingertips tensed.
A calloused hand clamped around my wrist, yanking me away from the warmth I desperately wanted to explore.
Moonlight caught the glint of his eyes as he spread my arms, scanning me head to toe.
His gaze lingered on my curves.
"Wrong room?"
I sidestepped and tripped him with my leg, sending him sprawling onto the floor.
I gasped and covered my mouth. "S-sorry! Didn't mean to—"
My words slurred. I blinked a few times.
I was drunk.
Propped on one elbow, he laughed.
"Most entertaining crash landing I've ever seen." His palm slid up my thigh.
My neck gland throbbed. Lyra howled in my skull – it was the signal of a true mate.
But this silhouette was human. Moonlight haloed his disheveled head.
What the actual hell?
My true mate was some random human call boy?
Lyra growled, pushing my trembling fingers to yank down my lace strap.
Since the temporary marking, Esmond never made me burn like this.
The full moon turned my wolf's hunger into molten need.
His golden eyes narrowed to slits as my bra clasp snapped – predator's gaze. Those were not human eyes.
Then it hit me – the pleasant cedar scent might not be from body wash.
"Wait—" My protest drowned in his pine storm.
When he pinned me against the wall, Alpha dominance crushed my lungs.
Lyra howled approval. My knees hit granite thighs as his rough palm slid under my red minidress.
The roughness of his palm made my heart skip a beat, my pulse racing wildly.
Lyra was just beneath the surface, urging me to act, to feel everything.
"You're shaking," he purred against my ear, fangs grazing skin.
The temporary bond mark flared white-hot.
I tried to push him away, but he easily sensed my movement and pinned my hands above my head.
"Let... go..."
His laugh vibrated through me. "Cut the act, gorgeous."
Moonlight revealed emerald wolf eyes.
Lyra went feral – damn full moon madness.
"Mark me!" I clawed his back.
He tossed me onto the mattress.
The mattress was soft. I didn't feel any pain, but the fall made my head even dizzier.
A tall figure loomed over me.
If Esmond could cheat, why couldn't I claim my true mate?
His fingers closed around my throat, forcing my gaze up.
Moonlight showed our tangled reflection – my scarlet dress around his hips, his golden strands smeared with my lipstick.
Then I saw his face.
"Lionel." The name tore from me.
He was MY MATE's uncle.
Lionel's POV
When that woman called out my name, my muddled consciousness snapped into clarity.
I pushed my wolf, Leroy, back into the recesses of my mind.
I flew back to LA for the Ironclaw Pack Gathering hosted by my father, Alpha Drogo.
But here's the kicker—I didn't tell a soul from the pack about my whereabouts.
Only my Beta knew I was holed up in this overpriced hotel suite.
So, I immediately turned on the desk lamp.
The sudden light made me squint. When my vision cleared, I looked at the woman lying in bed.
She had long brown hair, and her eyes were filled with panic.
When I looked at her neck, I saw a faint, incomplete mark.
The sight hit me like a punch in the gut—I immediately realized the gravity of the situation.
I looked at her face again.
By then, she also saw me clearly. Her already pale face turned even whiter. It was obvious that the alcohol had worn off.
"... Uncle Lionel?"
Hearing her address me, I remembered something. A few years ago, I attended Aljean's son's wedding when I was back at Ironclaw Pack. Aljean was my brother. He was older than me.
The she-wolf who had made a mate vow with Esmond was the woman in front of me.
Her name was Camellia, a she-wolf with Alpha blood.
"Uncle Lionel... I..." She opened her mouth, nervously trying to say something.
"Shut up." I snapped.
My mood was terrible, filled with anger and disappointment. I couldn't believe this had happened.
She seemed scared. She wanted to explain, but I didn't want to hear it.
Leroy protested in my mind. He still wanted her.
I looked at Camellia's face. When my gaze fell on the skin of her chest, Leroy roared again.
"Get. Out." The words came out harsher than I intended.
As I stood up, Camellia's eyes glanced at my body.
She froze for a moment, then awkwardly looked away. Her ears were turning red.
She had no idea how attractive that reaction was to me.
"Get out of here! I don't want to see you again!" I shouted, my voice filled with anger.
Camellia scrambled for her dress, that damn floral scent still messing with my head.
After she fled, I chain-smoked by the ruined bed, dialing my cleanup crew.
"Scrub all security footage. Tonight never happened."
Leroy kept whining about lost chances while I stared at the city lights.
My nephew's wife. My mate. The universe really needed to lay off the tequila shots.
Chapter 3
Camellia's POV
I stumbled out of the hotel in a daze. My head was spinning as I tried to make sense of everything.
Pulling out my phone, I drafted a text to Lionel.
"Hey, it's Camellia. Let's just pretend last night never happened? I was totally wasted."
But when I hit send, the message bounced back with that awful red exclamation mark. Blocked.
Great. I shoved my phone in my pocket, weirdly relieved.
At least he wanted to forget this too.
I was just about to put away my phone when I suddenly received a text message.
It was a photo, and in it, my mate was sleeping in the arms of another woman.
My phone case cracked under my grip.
Compared to last night's pain, this hurt wasn't enough to break me.
The mate bond between us felt like frayed rope about to snap.
I carefully made my way back to the room I shared with Esmond.
As soon as I pushed open the door, I saw him sitting on the couch.
Esmond whirled around. His bloodshot eyes were locking onto me.
"Where the hell were you last night? I tried mind-linking you and got static! You weren't in the pack!"
Esmond stood up and walked quickly toward me, reaching for my hand, but I dodged.
I smelled verbena on him.
"Since when do you care where I am during full moon?" The scent of verbena clinging to his shirt making me nauseous.
Esmond stepped closer, trying to take my hand again, but I dodged once more.
"Don't touch me!" I said.
He froze mid-reach. "Cam, come on. It was just pack business, you know how it is-"
I didn't say anything. I just stared at him coldly.
My hand tightened around my phone, which felt like it was burning from the photo.
Esmond's eyes flickered. His hand clenched at his side.
"You found it out, don't you?"
His voice was calm, without any hint of panic, as if he had expected this day to come.
I glared at his unflinching pupils. Lyra grew furious inside me. My canines pierced my gums and extended.
He stepped closer.
"Don't touch me with a mouth that reeks of another b*tch's scent," I said through gritted teeth, eyeing the half-healed bite mark on his collarbone. "You could've asked for a rejection..."
The Alpha's oppressive aura surged. His fingers turned into steel-like claws, gripping the back of my neck. "It was one stupid mistake during her heat cycle. My wolf went feral, okay? It was just a mistaken mark..."
"Oh really?" I ripped my collar open. "Guess I'll go let the grey wolf from Red Rock Pack 'accidentally' mark me too then?"
The room temperature dropped. Esmond's golden eyes glowed. "Try it. I'll rip out his throat and yours."
The ice in his voice finally broke me. My heart turned to ice under his cold, emotionless gaze.
So he knew betrayal was unforgivable, yet he still did it.
"Remember what I said when you proposed?" My voice shook. "One betrayal and I'm gone."
I wiped away a tear from the corner of my eye, my tone mocking and tinged with hatred. "I won't share a mate with any werewolf."
"Cam, just give me another chance. She's just my secretary. I'll fire her today and transfer her pack, whatever you want," Esmond said.
"Too late. Do you really think that can make up for your cheating? Cheating is unforgivable, among werewolves and humans alike," I replied.
Esmond's face darkened even more. "We're mates. That bond doesn't break unless I say so."
"No matter what you say, I've already made up my mind. I'll go tell Alpha Drogo and Luna Chelsea and ask for a mutual rejection," I said.
Esmond tried to step closer. "Cam, don't do this. You need me, and I need you too."
Lyra growled inside me. She hated Esmond.
"Stay away from me!" I said.
I turned to leave the bedroom.
Esmond grabbed my wrist. "You always wanted a kid," his voice rasped. "Let's make one right now. What do you say?"
"That was before." I yanked my arm free. "I'll have children someday—just not yours."
His amber eyes flashed.
Every Alpha-blooded werewolf had that possessive streak.
Before I could blink, he slammed me onto the mattress, his weight pinning me down.
"Say that again." His growl vibrated against my collarbone.
I bared my teeth. "I'd rather die than carry your spawn. You make me sick."
His mouth crashed into mine before I finished.
Something was wrong. Terribly wrong.
His thumb brushed my bare collarbone. Instead of the usual electric shiver down my spine, nausea churned through my gut.
"Don't look at me like that," he murmured, lips grazing my earlobe. "You know how hungry my wolf gets after the full moon."
Lyra's screech nearly split my skull.
My right hand shifted involuntarily, claws ripping through his left shoulder.
"F*ck!" Esmond staggered back, smashing into the coffee table. The crystal ashtray shattered.
Blood dripped onto the beige rug as he clutched his shoulder.
His golden irises trembled violently. He stared at my still-shifted hand as if seeing a stranger.
"This... can't be..."
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