Cruel Fate: Chained To The Alpha

“By all means, do as you please. Run away as far as you can but keep one thing in mind, I'm going to find you. I'll follow you, Jaselyn. I'll stalk you like you're my prey and I'll catch you.” His warm breath brushes against my neck and I realize just then that he'd somehow bridged the distance between us.

“I’ll make you mine over and over again till I become embedded in your DNA. You'll never be free of me.” His hand brushes against the side of my face, caressing almost lovingly while he says such chilling words to me. All of this feels like a farce, one big stupid comedy but a sad smile tugs at my lips when I realize this is my life.

“I’ll give you everything and then I'll take it away. You'll always be mine, Jaselyn Everhart. Always.”

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Jaselyn just wants to make it out of the Pack. Living with her abusive uncle after her parents' death, she dreams of saving up enough to finally run away.

That's until she meets her mate at the annual Peace ball and is claimed by him, only to be rejected the very next day.

But here's the catch, her mate and the Alpha of the Pack, Zane Black, has kidnapped her and he demands that she bear children for his Luna.

This book explores dark themes, reader discretion is advised.

Jaselyn's POV

Pain has a scent. It’s sharp and metallic, like blood on steel. It sinks into you, saturating every breath, clinging to your skin until it becomes impossible to tell where it ends and you begin. I thought I understood pain before today. I thought I had lived it, endured it. But this was different.

This was agony, and it had Zane’s name on it.

The morning light filtered through the tall windows, golden and soft, a cruel contradiction to the cold reality settling over me. The memories come flashing back quickly. The Peace Ball, his captivating scent, those soft words whispered. His touch. I sat up slowly, the sheets pooling around my waist as I looked at him. He stood near the window, already dressed, his back to me. His posture was rigid, deliberate.

“Get dressed,” he said, his voice low and unfamiliar.

I blinked, confused, clutching the sheet to my chest. “What?”

He turned, and his amber eyes met mine. The warmth I had drowned in last night—the tenderness that had made me believe in miracles—was gone. In its place was something distant, calculating.

“Last night was a mistake,” Zane responded.

I froze. The words didn’t make sense. They couldn’t. “A…mistake?” I managed, my voice barely above a whisper.

Nila, my wolf, growled deep within me. He’s ours, she said, her voice thick with panic. He can’t mean this.

Zane didn’t flinch. “Whatever you thought this was, it isn’t. I have a Luna. I have responsibilities. You don’t fit into my life.”

My chest tightened, and I could feel my pulse pounding in