The Silverglade Cathedral was supposed to be the site of my greatest triumph. Instead, it became my altar of sacrifice.
I can still feel the weight of the white lace veil against my skin—a fabric that felt like a burial shroud. I looked into the eyes of Alpha Fenrir, the man I had loved since I was a pup. I waited for him to take my hand, to claim me, to tell the world I was his.
Instead, he took a step back. His voice didn't tremble. It didn't hold a shred of mercy.
"A King needs a Queen, not a liability," he declared, his words echoing like thunder against the ancient stone. "I, Alpha Fenrir, reject you as my mate."
The bond didn't just break; it was torn out of my chest by the roots. I collapsed on the cold marble, a "weakling" shattered in front of the world. I fled into the forbidden woods, running until my heart nearly stopped, until the ancient magic found me.
Five years later.
It has been five long years since Yin-Nox died on that cathedral floor. Now, I am Aria. I am a simple girl living a quiet life in the city, haunted only by dreams of a bicolored wolf.
I thought I was safe. I thought the past was buried. But my hands are starting to flicker with a light that shouldn't exist—a blinding white and an abyssal black.
And now, Magnus Thorne—the cold-blooded billionaire CEO—is watching me. He looks at me with eyes that burn with a familiar, agonizing regret. He thinks he can claim the bride he threw away. He is wrong. The "Weakling" is gone.