Night Owl

Raven has spent her entire life paying for a crime she didn’t commit—the unforgivable betrayal of her family that led to the massacre of the royal bloodline. Shunned, ridiculed, and cast aside by the very people she once called her own, she’s learned to survive in silence.

But fate has a cruel sense of irony.

Her fated mate turns out to be none other than Alpha King Xander Black—the cold, ruthless ruler who lost everything because of her bloodline. The very man who vowed to destroy the remnants of the traitorous legacy that ruined his life.

When Raven dares to reject him to escape his wrath, Xander refuses—binding her to him, not out of love, but revenge. He promises to make her suffer… to break her. But there’s one thing he didn’t expect: Raven fights back. Fierce, defiant, and unafraid, she challenges him at every turn—shattering the image of the weak, guilty girl he had painted in his mind.

As hatred simmers and chemistry ignites, a buried truth begins to surface—one that could unravel the very foundation of their pasts. Lies, betrayal, and ancient secrets threaten to destroy them both.

When enemies are bound by fate, is love still a curse—or the only salvation?

In a world of wolves, vengeance, and fate, can two broken souls rewrite their destinies, or will their hatred consume them before the truth sets them free?



The Alpha King's Hated Mate

I stood at the center of the grand ballroom, the crown jewel of the palace glittering under the dazzling chandeliers, with Adriana clinging to my arm like a second skin. Her smile was radiant, her gaze full of love. 


She looked up at me like I was her sun, her stars, her every breath. But all I could think about was the ache pounding in my chest and the storm brewing in my mind. 


Eyes. Hundreds of them. All on me. Watching. Waiting. 


My hand tightened around the champagne glass in my other hand. Raven stood somewhere among the crowd. I knew it without even looking. I could feel her gaze like a phantom touch, like a whisper brushing down my spine. It made it hard to breathe, harder to speak. 


Adriana’s fingers curled a little tighter around my bicep, her smile not faltering, but I saw the flicker of tension in her eyes. She could sense it too—the tremble in my bones, the chaos clawing to break free. 


I raised my hand and struck the glass with a silver knife. 


Chapter 63- Pitch Darkness