LOGINIn my past life, Damian was my stepbrother, yet I secretly loved him for ten years. He used to dote on me like a little princess, giving me his everything. But at some point, everything changed. I was his contract bride, his fated mate — and he despised me like a plague. I was cast out of the pack carrying his child. My baby was kidnapped. I was torn apart by rogues. And he married my best friend in the house where my parents died and lived happily ever after. After being reborn, I became the world's most popular dance star, adored by people everywhere. Now that I’ve returned to the Frostridge Pack, I have only three things to do. Find my child. Uncover the truth behind my parents’ deaths. And make him taste what it feels like to be abandoned. But there’s something hidden in the way he looks at me — something I can’t read. He says he hates me, yet he kept the cheap scarf I knitted for him ten years ago. He says he despises me, yet he threw himself in front of a blade meant for me. Alpha, do you truly hate me — or are you just pretending not to love me?
View MoreDamian's POVI waited a long time. No one came to the door.The downpour started without warning, soaking my suit jacket through. The wound in my abdomen was still bleeding, the sharp pain crawling up my nerves, but I made myself stay.Just as I lifted my hand to knock again, the door was pulled open from inside.Elena stood in the doorway in a plain, simple house sweater.Her eyes swept over my soaked clothes and finally settled on my face. There wasn't a trace of concern in them—only wariness and cold."What are you doing here?" She got straight to it, her tone flat, without the slightest intention of letting me in.I pressed a hand to the bleeding bandage at my stomach, took half a step forward, and looked into her eyes. "I took that knife for you. Elena, I came here to settle a score with you."A mocking little smile curled at the corner of her mouth. She crossed her arms, blocking the doorway. "Settle a score? Cormac told me himself, you're the one who arranged for him to be the c
Damian's POVMy mind sank into a chaotic reel of memory fragments.I saw Hale Manor the year I turned ten. I shoved Elena down into the snow and turned and strode away.My back to her, my hands clenched so hard my nails cut into my palms and drew blood.Then my mother, Morgana, burst into my room.She grabbed my collar, her face twisted and vicious, and warned me, "Damian! Never go near that woman's daughter again! If you dare take one more step toward her, I'll tell the whole truth of what happened back then, right now! And when I do, our entire family, and her too, none of you will get off easy!"The scene wrenched violently.I saw myself, five years ago, sitting in Dr. Harris's consultation room.My eyes were unfocused, staring straight up at the ceiling. Harris held a pocket watch and guided me in a low voice. And I repeated the words mechanically, over and over. "I despise her. I despise Elena."I jerked my eyes open.Harsh fluorescent light hit my face. This was a premium ward in
Third Person’s POVOnce the guests below found those photos, the record of her blood's secret and her exposed body, the consequences would be beyond imagining.In the split second Elena was distracted, Cormac, who'd been at the corner, suddenly lunged.He whipped a sharp silver dagger from the pocket of his white coat and, a crazed grin on his face, drove it straight at Elena's carotid artery!"Elena!"A furious roar exploded in the corridor.The door of the second-floor lounge was smashed apart by a massive force.Damian charged into the room like an enraged beast, and without an instant's hesitation, drove his long leg hard into Cormac's chest.Cormac let out a scream and flew back, slamming brutally into the solid wall.Damian gasped for breath and turned to confirm Elena was safe.The next second, his gaze froze completely.What met his eyes was Elena's gown, pulled down to her waist, and the wide expanse of pale skin bared to the air.And what choked Damian even harder were the ph
Elena's POVElena gripped the phone, and the blood in her limbs stopped moving in an instant. Her fingertips went cold and numb.Cormac.That name was the deepest, most extreme fear of her childhood.The sharp reek of antiseptic, the cold needle drawing her blood, and the memory of him with a camera, forcing her, so young then, to take off her clothes so he could photograph her, all of it flooded into her mind against her will.She didn't know how she'd managed to drag her stiff legs up to the ship's second floor.The second-floor corridor was dead silent, a blind spot for the cameras. The last door at the end stood half open, dim light leaking out.Elena drew a deep breath and shoved the door open.Cormac stood in the center of the room in an ill-fitting black suit. A phone in one hand, he flicked the lock on the door handle with startling speed.A click, and the door was bolted shut."Why are you here?" Elena stared at him, her body trembling beyond control, and demanded loudly, "Wha






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