Chapter 1

• Azalea:
• I am an abused and weak she-wolf, living with my step sister, who despised me so much and used me as a pack slave because she blames me for the death of my step father, the lycan king, her father. He died on his way back from his wedding with my mother, though my mother also didn't survive the accident. They both died. My step sister and the pack members now see me as bad luck to their pack because my presence and that of my late mother caused them nothing but pain. They lost their lycan king, and now, they put the blame on me for no reason.
• On my step sister's birthday, I got the shock of my life when she broke the news to me that she would be the one getting married to my fated mate, the only son to my step father's best friend. Then I was pressured by the pack members to reject my fated mate because they felt I am not a perfect match for him and my sister is. According to them, it was the perfect match made by the moon goddess as the young she-wolf. My step sister would make an ideal Luna for her husband's pack and not me, that was what they made everyone believe. Moreover, her brother, my step brother, would be coming. He is the powerful lycan king of two kingdoms. His kingdom and that of his late father.
• I watched as the happy couples made their way down the aisle of the pack's main hall. The groom's eyes were shining with joy as he gazed at his beautiful mate, while she blushed and giggled at his loving words. All around me, the pack members were cheering and clapping in excitement. It was a beautiful sight, and I should have been happy for my step sister, but I couldn't shake off the feeling of bitterness and sadness that consumed me.
• I leaned back against the wall, the glass of tequila still in my hand. It was my third one in the last hour, but it wasn't enough. I needed to numb myself completely, to forget the pain and the memories that haunted me. Memories of a love that couldn't be, of a bond that was broken before it could even form.
• I closed my eyes, trying to push those thoughts away. It wasn't fair to ruin my sister's special day with my own misery. Every time I looked at her and my mate, all I could see was what I lost.
• Now standing at the edge of the clearing, I watched as my step-sister and my mate exchange their vows. My chest ached as I tried to push down the hurt and anger that boiled within me. The pain was all I could feel as I watched my sister dance with my mate at their wedding. My heart had already shattered into a million pieces as I walked away from the scene and headed to a nearby bar.
• I caught a glimpse of a man sitting a few seats away, his glass slightly lopsided in his hand. As I took a sip of my drink, he glanced my way and our eyes met.
• With an impish smile playing on his lips, he sidled over to me. "Mind if I join you?" he slurred, his voice thick with the remnants of alcohol. I shrugged, feeling a warmth spread through my veins, whether from the alcohol or his presence, I couldn't be certain.
• He chuckled and leaned in closer, his breath carrying the scent of whiskey. "Just looking for a good time," he admitted, his eyes searching my face for any hint of judgement and at this point, I was getting tipsy gradually.
• A mischievous grin formed on my face as I responded, "Well, you came to the right place."
• A mischievous smile played on his lips as he raised his glass in a silent invitation.
• "Care to join me for a drink?" I slurred. All I wanted was to drink and forget about my pain.
• His smoky voice resonated with a twinge of laughter as he replied, "Why not?" He ordered more drinks, his eyes never leaving mine. As we poured the drink into our glasses, we raised them in a toast. We clink our glasses together.
• "You are unlike anyone I've ever met," he confessed, his voice filled with an urgency that mirrored my own.
• I smiled, staring at him seductively. The alcohol was already taking over us. I wobbled on my feet, as I swayed to the music.
• I couldn't tear my gaze away from him. His chiselled jawline seemed to call out to me, and his piercing, deep-set eyes hypnotised me. The stubble on his face added an intriguing ruggedness that only intensified his handsomeness. But it was the way he dressed, his suit clung so fitted to his body, accentuating his broad shoulders and emphasising his powerful presence. It was as if he had stepped out of a fashion magazine and he was not looking like an ordinary person at all. His aura was filled with power and authority.
• "You look handsome." My bleary eyes stared as I leaned in and pressed my lips against his, kissing him so passionately as if It was a means of pouring out my pain. He returned the kiss, kissing me like he had been starved from touching or kissing a lady for a long time.
• The next thing I remembered was waking up in a strange bed and a strange room, I don't even remember how I got there. As I rubbed the sleep off my eyes, I heard a voice greeting me.
• "Good morning beautiful, you tasted so sweet last night…"
• I quickly turned towards the voice and then, I saw it. He was seated and was wearing just his shorts, showing his bare body as he looked at me in the most sexy way while I clutched tight the bedsheet the moment I realised I was fully naked and there were blood stains on the bed side where I laid.