...

“You told me you didn’t love her,” Ravyn whispered, her voice shaking.
“And now she’s carrying your child?”

The Alpha stared at her, cold. Unbothered. “She’s my betrothed. It was bound to happen.”

The words felt like a knife straight through her ribs.

She had slept with him last night.
Let him touch her.
Let him hold her like she was the only woman he’d ever want.

And now another woman carried his child?


Stupid. She’d been so stupid.

...

“You can’t forcefully mate with me,” Ravyn said, smiling without warmth. “Unless you’re ready to drop dead.”

The Beta’s warm green-golden eyes burned, his claws flexing.

“I will make you mine,” he growled.
“If not today—then soon. And when I do…”

He stepped forward, watching the way her legs pressed tightly together.

“I’ll tear through your mind until there’s no one left in it but me.”

Ravyn swallowed. But she didn’t flinch.

Let him try. She’d rip him apart before she let him win.

...

“You’re the reason my mother was taken,” Ravyn said, voice like venom.

“I did it to save mine,” he snapped.

Her fingers curled into fists. “I should rip you to pieces.”

“Then do it,” he whispered. “Because I’d do it all over again.”

...

Three different men.
Three different roles.
An Alpha, a Beta, and a Rogue.

And then there was her—a witch who hated werewolves with every bone in her body. So what do you mean she was fated to three of them?

She came to the Court to find answers about her missing mother.
She stayed to kill the monsters responsible.

But the real betrayal?
She fell into the arms of the very men she swore to destroy.

She should’ve never danced at the castle.
Should’ve never worn that mask.
Should’ve never let herself feel.

Because now, she was trapped.
Bound by fate that states:

> If she tries to break the mate bond—she dies.
If they force her to accept it—they die.



And still, they want her.

"You're all hopeless," I muttered, rolling my eyes at the three grinning girls around me.


"What? It's payback for when you said I was only coming here for the big, powerful Alphas," Nyx replied, mimicking my voice with a deliberately dramatic falsetto and batting her lashes for added flair.


"You are," Lilith said sweetly, her voice entirely too chipper for someone who had just kissed me to solve a magical meltdown.


"And proud," Circe added, smirking as she adjusted the training sash around her waist. The ends of it swayed with every step, catching morning light that slipped through the bathhouse curtains.


I rose slowly from the bench near the water's edge, rolling my shoulders with a grimace. The wound on my head had already begun to scab, barely a whisper of the pain from earlier. "It's fine," I said in answer to Circe's glance. "I already healed it."


Chapter 20 - Chapter 20: You vanished there for a moment