“Let me go Henry,” I said coldly. “I am not yours, not anymore.”
Henry scoffed. “You will always be mine. I was your first mate.”
“And yet you rejected me. I don’t need you anymore, I have-”
“Who do you have, Nyssa? Him?” He laughed humorlessly. “You don’t even know who he is.”
Rowan growled, a low warning sound. “Shut the fuck up!”
“Why?” Henry shot back. “Tell her what you’re hiding, Rowan, let’s see if she still loves you after.”

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Nyssa was once the beloved of the pack—the Beta’s daughter, mated to the Alpha.
But once her parents died, and she was unable to shift, her life began to crumble until she was finally rejected by her mate, Henry.
It was hard enough that he left her for her best friend, but as the Beta’s daughter, she was forced to remain with him until an attack leaves their pack vulnerable and they have to seek help for the lycans.
What was meant to be a diplomatic trip turned into chaos when Nyssa realizes she is mated to Rowan—the lycan king.

Lycans and wolves don’t get along, and there is a lot of history between the three of them.
To Nyssa, the angel she doesn’t know is better than the devil she knows,
But what happens when that angel is just another devil in disguise?
After all, Rowan is hiding some dark secrets of his own, the kind that threatens their already fragile bond.
Would she be able to handle the pressure? Or will she go back to Henry who may have never gotten over her in the first place?

My wrist hurt from where he grabbed me and my legs shook so violently that I knew trying to push off the wall would result in me falling over on my ass.


I'd gotten bored in my room after having dinner.


I tried to sleep but there was a dull throb in my back from where I'd been stabbed. The doctor had come to check on me and told me that I'd be healed soon. She said that because of the silver blade, it would take some time.


I only intended to take a walk and return to the room but I got lost and I saw this empty hallway. The unfinished work on the easel fascinated me because I loved to paint as well.


The original painter had a lot of skill but also… a lot of sadness. I could see it in the brush strokes and in the colors that were used.


I only wanted to touch it. I didn't think I'd be grabbed and thrown back against the wall.


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