Sam Shelly

Betrayal, fear, and confusion clouded her thoughts as she faced the harsh reality of her existence. The daughter of the Shadow Weaver's ruthless leader, she had been molded into a weapon, a puppet dancing on her father's strings. Yet, beneath the facade of loyalty, her soul yearned for something more, something real.

Trapped in enemy territory, she found an unexpected solace in the arms of Christian Darwin, the Royal Beta of the Red Moon pack. His eyes, like twin galaxies, held a promise of protection and understanding. "You need to trust me," he whispered, his voice a soothing balm to her wounded spirit. "I will take away your pain. I will make them pay for what they've done to you. They'll regret every moment of it."

His words hung in the air, laden with a fierce determination that resonated with Mia's shattered soul. As he opened his arms, a silent plea for her to find refuge in his embrace, she hesitated for a moment, her teary eyes searching his face for sincerity. In that fragile moment, she made a choice – to let go of the chains that bound her and to embrace the warmth of his presence. With a rush of raw, unfiltered emotion, she threw herself into his arms, seeking solace in the midst of chaos. 

  What happens when secrets are revealed and she finds out that her life has been nothing but a series of lies? What happens when the truth unfolds and she finds out that the only person she was ever devoted to, was the one who betrayed her?

She is yet to discover her true identity so join Mia on this rollercoaster journey where her mate will bring her wildest fantasies to life, where she has only one mission:

Make The Culprit Pay.

Enchanting Royalty

Christian tenderly tended to the minor cuts adorning my skin, his expression etched with concern, I couldn't help but find his fussing endearing, albeit slightly excessive. "Are you sure that's all?" His voice was laced with worry, his touch gentle as he dabbed at the injuries. 


"It's really nothing, Christian," I reassured him, stifling a bemused chuckle. "I've endured worse than this. You don't need to worry so much. Besides, you do realize they will heal in a few minutes now that I'm also a werewolf." But his concern persisted, evident in the furrow of his brow and the meticulousness of his ministrations. 


"Even so, you need to take care," he insisted, his tone firm yet tinged with affection. "Whether you're a werewolf or not, seeing you hurt pains me." Rolling my eyes playfully, I couldn't help but tease him gently. 


Chapter 51