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“P-please let me go..” I stammered and before I knew it, I was word vomiting while crying. “—I won’t return. You won’t ever see me again. I know you don’t want me as a mate. You hate me, so please let me go.” I cried out. 

Cain’s jaw tightened with each word that left my lips  “What gave you the idea that you have the power to choose what you want?” His voice was low, “You don’t get to decide what, how, and when you leave. Only I get to do that. You don’t get to leave me, you don’t get to run! You only leave when I want you to.” 

"I didn’t ask for this,” I whispered, trembling. “I didn’t ask to be your mate.”

Cain stepped back, “Neither did I,” he muttered under his breath. “But the bond doesn’t give us a choice, does it?”
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As the only child of her late Alpha father, Avery Jae was meant to inherit her family’s legacy. But on the day of her arranged marriage to Alpha Lucian, her world crumbles. Rejected, humiliated, and cast aside for her own cousin, Avery barely escapes with her life only to find out a much deeper secret. One that changes everything. 

When Avery awakens, she finds herself in a foreign land, caught by the ruthless guards of the Vehiron pack, led by the infamous Alpha Cain. Tall, broad and as dangerous as the army he commands. 

Alpha Cain has a reputation that sends chills down the spine of even the most dangerous warriors. Haunted by his dark past, he has vowed never to take a mate, yet the moment he lays eyes on Avery, everything changes.

With a single word, Avery is bound to Cain—whether he wants it or not. In a world where betrayal runs deep, can Avery ever trust the alpha who might just be her worst enemy.

Betrayed by Blood, Claimed by the Alpha

The room was silent except for the slow, labored breathing of the man chained in the center of the room.

Cain had discovered the torture room Hugh kept for his own entertainment, and he wasn't surprised. The bastard had hidden it well, tucked away beneath the main dungeon, a place where only his most depraved secrets festered. The moment Cain saw it, smelled the lingering scent of blood and suffering, he had decided.

Dean hung there, arms stretched and bound to the ceiling, his legs shackled apart. His body was covered in bruises, deep cuts, and burns, evidence of hours of torment. His face was barely recognizable—swollen, bloodied, streaked with dried tears and filth.

Cain stood in the shadows, watching. Cold. Detached. Seething.

He watched as the young man sobbed, his head lolling to the sides like he couldn't control his neck. "P-please.." he sobbed.

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