AnnVale

When your main tormentor turns into your destined fate? Always the unseen one—the Beta's daughter who never lived up to her father's expectations and the pack's favourite outcast—Aria Sterling is But nobody makes her life more intolerable than Luca Blackwood, the haughty and merciless Alpha heir who apparently enjoys her suffering. Everything changes the night the Mate's Mark shows on Aria's wrist, shining with the unambiguous decision of the Moon Goddess: she and Luca are bound by fate. Luca responded? transparent rejection. Public shame. a promise to never take her. But the link is more with power than with love. The Mate's Mark is a portent of hardships that might either unify or destroy the pack entirely, not only a sign of romance. Aria and Luca discover they are at the centre of a storm building inside their ranks as murmurs of a prophesy surface. The pack is split, their link is weak, and the truths buried in their pasts might ruin them both. Aria has to choose whether to fight for a bond she never wanted—or risk losing the pack she calls home—while enemies are closing in and fate weighs on their shoulders. In this story of forced intimacy, swizzling tension, and high-stakes power moves, love and hate blur. Will Aria and Luca's relationship turn into their biggest weapon, or their ultimate undoing?

My Tormentor My Mate

"They will arrive for us covered in darkness.".

The strained quiet in the council room broke with Aria's speech. Her pack's leaders huddled in a circle, shadows from flickering torchlight covering their features. Every word she spoke held the weight of the war they all felt about to arrive.

"We have dealt with their kind before," one elder hissed, his scarred visage evidence of years of fighting. Still, this seems different.

"It is different," Luca replied, going forward to stand by Aria. His eyes, keen and hard, surveyed the room. "This isn't just about territory or power. It's about survival; they will do anything necessary to see us drop.

The chamber burst in whispers, mistrust and terror coursed among the assembled wolves. With a commanding presence that had grown second nature, Aria raised her hand silencing them.

Fate's shadows