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Nathan’s POV 

The forest grew quiet as dusk settled around us. Five days of constant travel had taken 

its 

toll, even on the strongest antong us. 

My muscles ached with a dull persistence, a reminder that even Alpha werewolves needed rest. 

Tyler approached. ‘I think this woodland area would make a good spot to rest for the night, he suggested, gesturing toward a natural rock formation that created a sloped wall on one side. 

I nodded after a brief assessment. The stone outcropping would provide decent protection on one side, leaving only three directions to guard. “It’ll do. We’ll set up here.” 

We’d already hunted in wolf form earlier in the day, bringing down enough game to satisfy everyone. 

Building a fire would only draw unwanted attention, so we agreed to go without. 

Even the strongest Alpha warrior needs recovery time, especially during a tracking mission like this. 

ission line for the 

Victoria had remained in wolf form most of the journey, and Tyler suggested she stay that way for the night. “It might be safer for you to keep your wolf form, Vic.” 

She nodded her furry head in agreement. Despite clearly being uncomfortable with the rugged conditions, she hadn’t complained once. 

“We’ll need rotating watches,” I announced, scanning our group. “Three people minimum per shift.” 

Julian immediately stepped forward. “I’ll take first watch, Alpha. Matthew and Arthur can join me.” 

I nodded my approval as everyone else found spots on the ground to rest. Victoria curled up close to her brother, her silver–gray fur gleaming faintly in the moonlight. 

Something felt off, though. A nagging sensation at the back of my mind. “I’m going to check the perimeter before I rest,” I told the group, needing to satisfy my instincts. 

The forest was eerily still as I moved through the shadows. I acknowledged Julian with a nod as I passed his position. When I reached Orlando’s section, he identified me by scent, giving a quiet signal of recognition. 

But when I approached Arthur’s designated area, I found it empty. 

My senses immediately heightened, muscles tensing as I scanned the darkness. Where the hell was Arthur? 

Had Jason’s men already found us and taken him out? I caught Arthur’s scent trail, but there was something else mixed with it – another wolf. 

followed the trail cautiously, every nerve ending on alert. The unfamiliar scent grew stronger, and suddenly, a massive shape hurled itself at me from the shadows. 

Clearly one of Jason’s royal guards, sent to kill me. My cousin has finally made his decision. 

I pivoted quickly, bracing for impact. The attacking werewolf slammed into me, and I used his momentum to throw him against a nearby tree. 

He recovered with impressive speed, lunging again and sinking his teeth into my forearm. 

Pain shot through me as I wrenched my arm free. Damn it, where the hell is Arthur? 

The attacker circled, preparing for another strike. But suddenly, he leapt past me, tackling something behind me. I spun around to see what had caught his 

attention. 

Arthur lay motionless, his head cracked against a large rock, blood pooling beneath him. 

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Rage surged through me as I let out a warning howl. He dates kill one of my men on my watch! 

I launched myself at the attacker again. This time, he shifted back to human form, and I followed suit, wanting answers before 1 Filled him 

You’re from Emerald City, I growled, pinning him by the throat. “How did you find me?! 

“Through Victoria, the man gasped. ‘I found you through Victoria.” 

Victoria? She betrayed me to Jason? Impossible… she wouldn’t. 

1 tightened my grip on his throat. “Watch what you say… You killed my man, and now you dare accuse Victoria of betrayal?!” 

Alpha! Alpha, please stop!” Victoria’s panicked voice filled my mind through our pack link. 

She came running with Tyler close behind, now in human form and hastily dressed. 

‘Apollo!” Victoria cried out when she saw the man I was strangling. “What are you doing here?!” 

I looked between them, confusion momentarily replacing my anger. “You know this bastard?* 

Victoria nodded fearfully. “Alpha, he’s my mate! Please spare him!” 

I loosened my grip, allowing the man to breathe. 

‘Alpha Nathan! Please believe me, I meant no harm!” Apollo gasped, rubbing his throat. 

“You killed my man!” I snarled. 

Apollo shook his head frantically. “No, Alpha Nathan. If I hadn’t stopped him, he would have hurt you!” 

I glanced at Arthur’s body, noticing for the first time a specialized hunting knife lying beside his hand. 

A chill ran through me as I realized what had happened. Arthur had been planning to assassinate me, and Apollo had actually saved my life. 

“They sent me to track you,‘ Apollo explained, still catching his breath. “They knew I could find Victoria. In case Arthur’s assassination failed, they wanted me to tell you that Dylan has retreated because of your counterattack. King Jason asked me to tell you he regrets everything that happened and wants you to return to Emerald City.” 

He paused, looking me directly in the eyes. “But that was all lies. The truth is, I was supposed to trick you into coming back with me so they could execute you. The King and Queen want you dead, Alpha. I’m sorry.” 

I helped Apollo to his feet, processing this information. Victoria immediately threw herself into his arms, tears streaming down her face. 

“Thank you for coming to warn us…” she whispered. 

My own cousin wanted me dead. It wasn’t entirely surprising, but the lengths he was willing to go to were still shocking. 

Having me imprisoned or trying to trade me to enemies was one thing, but actively seeking my death? 

By now, the rest of my pack had gathered around us, expressions of shock on their faces as they took in the scene. 

“Is there anyone here who agrees with my cousin?” I asked, looking at each of them in turn. “Anyone who came to do Jason’s bidding? Anyone who wants me dead?” 

Silence greeted my questions, their faces showing only horror at what had transpired. 

It was clear now. Jason and his queen feared I might threaten the throne. 

They should have known that until this moment, I had never considered claiming the crown. 

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I could have been content to leave Emerald City, find Rachel and my child, and start a new life… but now… they had ignited a fire of vengeance in me that I couldn’t guarantee wouldn’t bring me back to settle this betrayal. 

Apollo dropped to one knee before me. “Alpha Nathan, I ask to join your pack and follow your leadership! I swear to protect Victoria with my life, and I will be loyal to whoever she is loyal to!” 

I shook my head. ‘Apollo, I appreciate it. But I’m no longer the Alpha of the Ironjaw pack. thank you for your warning.” 

Victoria approached me cautiously. “You should rest, Alpha… I know you’ll ahead. We’ll keep you safe.” She gestured for Apollo to rest as well. 

The adrenaline was beginning to fade, leaving exhaustion in its wake. 

You’re welcome to stay, and you’re welcome to go. Either way, I 

you’re not tired right now, but you really need to rest. We have a long journey 

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The story opens on a dark, stormy night as Rachel runs frantically through the rain, her body aching and lungs burning. Every step feels like torture, but she can’t stop—she’s already late. And in her world, being late has consequences. The memory of her last punishment haunts her; she was only two minutes late then, and the beating left her unable to lie down for a week. Now, dread coils in her stomach. If her father is angry again, she fears he might actually kill her this time.

Soaked and trembling, she finally reaches her father’s office. Before entering, Rachel hears voices through the slightly open door. Her stepmother, Isabel, is speaking in a tone dripping with malicious glee. “Darling… in a few days, she won’t be our problem anymore.” Rachel freezes, her mind spinning. She? Were they talking about her? Isabel’s next words send chills down her spine — “…they’ll take her away, and we’ll get the money.”

Confusion and terror fill Rachel’s thoughts. Who would “take her away”? Why was there money involved? Before she can make sense of it, a familiar mocking voice whispers behind her, “Tick tock, Rachel. You’re late again.” It’s Daniel, her stepbrother — the one who has haunted her life for years with his unwanted advances.

Daniel eyes her soaked clothes with that same predatory gleam that makes her skin crawl. He reaches to touch her face, and she jerks away. “Don’t touch me,” she snaps, but he only smirks and pushes the door open, announcing her presence to the room.

Inside, her father, Henry Sullivan, looks up, anger already simmering in his bloodshot eyes. The heavy scent of whiskey fills the air. Isabel sits beside him, her long nails tapping impatiently against the desk. “I told you she was trouble,” she sneers. “Sneaking around and eavesdropping like a rat.”

Henry’s voice roars like thunder, shaking Rachel to her core. “Were you listening in on us?” She stammers, trying to think fast. “I—I brought the money I earned today…” She fumbles for her small wallet, hoping the offering will calm him down.

But Isabel’s cold laugh cuts through the air. “Trying to cover your crimes with a few dollars? How clever.”

Henry snatches the wallet from her trembling hands and dumps its contents on the desk. His eyes narrow. “This is all?”

“The rain kept customers away today,” Rachel says softly. “I gave you everything I earned.”

Her words only enrage him further. “You dare mock me? Are you saying I depend on you to feed me?” His voice rises, his face flushed with fury.

“No! I’m sorry—please don’t—”

But it’s too late. His hand strikes her with brutal force, sending her crashing to the floor. Pain explodes across her cheek, the metallic taste of blood filling her mouth. Before she can recover, his fists rain down again, striking her back and head. She curls into a ball, sobbing, “Father, please stop!”

Isabel’s voice cuts in, not out of concern but calculation. “You’ll kill her, Henry. Remember—her pretty face and voice are her biggest assets. We don’t want to damage those.”

Henry’s hand pauses mid-air. Breathing heavily, he snarls, “She’s clearly not working hard enough. This money is nothing!”

Isabel sighs dramatically. “Anyway, you spoke with Tyler this morning. The plan for her is already in motion. In a few days, our financial problems will be solved, and she won’t be our concern anymore.”

Rachel’s mind spins. What plan? What are they talking about?

Henry looks down at her with a cruel smile. “You seem confused, daughter.”

Isabel leans forward, her eyes gleaming. “Tell her, Henry. I bet she’ll be thrilled about the news.”

Henry straightens, adjusting his shirt, and says with chilling calmness, “You’re going to do something important for us. Something that will change our lives forever. You will serve the Alpha of the Ironjaw Pack. He needs a breeder—and he’s willing to pay good money for one.”

Rachel’s heart stops. A breeder. She knows exactly what that means. Breeders are women used to produce heirs for powerful Alphas—nothing more than property, discarded once their purpose is fulfilled.

She stares at them, trembling. “No… please. Don’t make me do this.”

Isabel smirks, her voice coated in venomous sweetness. “Oh, come now, Rachel. You should be honored to serve the richest, most powerful Alpha of all. He may have killed many, but he’s famous. Being part of his pack is a privilege.”

Rachel can barely breathe. The Ironjaw Alpha is known throughout the region for his brutality. The stories about him—killing his own servants, even members of his pack—are enough to make anyone shiver.

Desperate, she crawls toward her father, clutching the hem of his pants. “Please, Father, don’t send me to him. I’ll work harder. I promise. I’m your daughter—your only child! I can still make you proud, carry your name—”

Henry’s face contorts with rage, and before she can finish, his fist slams into her ribs. She cries out, curling up on the floor. “How dare you speak to her like that!” he shouts when Rachel turns to Isabel for help.

Her tears flow freely now, blurring her vision as memories of a happier time resurface—back when her mother, Marie, was still alive. Back when her father had been kind and called her his “little lark.” The man who had once loved her was gone, replaced by this drunken monster.

“Father, please,” she sobs, “if Mother were still alive—”

She doesn’t get to finish. His hands wrap around her throat, lifting her from the ground. “You will do as I say,” he growls, slamming her against the wall. She claws at his hands, gasping for air as black dots cloud her vision.

Finally, he releases her and calls, “Daniel.”

Her stepbrother appears immediately, smirking. “Yes, Alpha?”

Henry glares down at Rachel. “Take her upstairs. Clean her up. Our esteemed guest will arrive soon, and I don’t want her looking like this.”

Rachel’s body trembles violently as Daniel steps forward, his eyes filled with the same sick desire as before. As he reaches for her, everything fades.

The last thing she feels before darkness takes her is the burning ache of betrayal — her father, the man who once called her his angel, has sold her to a monster.

Her mind echoes with one final thought as she slips into unconsciousness: How did it come to this?

She remembers her mother’s gentle voice singing her to sleep, whispering, “You have the voice of an angel, my little lark. One day, it will bring you happiness.”

But that prophecy feels cruelly ironic now. Her voice and her beauty — the gifts her mother once cherished — have become the very chains that seal her fate.

As sleep claims her, Rachel’s final conscious thought is filled with despair. Her life is no longer her own. She is nothing but a tool — a breeder for a ruthless Alpha whose name alone makes wolves tremble.

And somewhere deep inside her, a fragile hope dies, leaving only fear, pain, and the faint echo of the rain that still beats relentlessly against the window.

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