Zephyrine should have died that night. It was her wedding day, but it turned out to be a mourning day for her.

She lost her parents, the Alpha and Luna, and worse still, she was framed for their deaths by the fiancé she was expected to marry.

Zephyrine barely escaped death and promised herself to avenge her parents death. She became a queen—a fearless queen with a pack.

She crushed those who stood in her way, even challenging great Alphas and those of high authority.
Despite all this, little does she know that fate had other plans in store for her.
She finally found her mate, and he was none other than the Lord of the Grims.
She refused to let the mate bond tie her down and chose to grow stronger while protecting her pack.
The Lord of the Grims was forbidden from having a mate following the betrayal from the werewolves that happened centuries ago. But despite it all, the Lord couldn't help but fall deeper in love with Zephyrine. He protected her and acted as a shield, refusing to leave her side despite how she pushed him away.

Zephyrine and the Lord encountered different situations of life and death, bringing them closer.

Unaware of his true identity, she began to fall in love with him.

Those from each realm found out about this forbidden love and decided to put a stop to it.

Zephyrine discovered his true identity, realizing what the werewolves had done to his kind.

She chose to fight for love despite all odds.

Because some loves are written in fate.

And some must be fought for in blood.

Will she be able to stand against the two realms and still fight for the one she loves?

What other danger lay ahead in their love story?

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"You carry yourself like you're untouchable," Caden said, his voice low and smooth. "Like no one can reach you. But I see right through that mask, Zephyrine."
I held my ground, unwilling to let him see how much his presence was affecting me. "If you think you can intimidate me, you're mistaken. I've stood against worse than you."
His lips curved into a faint smile, but there was something deeper in his gaze now—something that felt like fire. "You feel it, don't you?" he murmured.
I stiffened, my wolf practically clawing to get out. I did feel it—the pull, the undeniable connection that tied me to him. My mate. The realization hit me like a tidal wave, and I hated how vulnerable it made me feel.
"You're wrong," I said sharply, though my voice wavered. "Whatever this is, I don't want it."
Caden's eyes softened, but he didn't back down. Instead, he took another step forward, closing the distance between us until I could feel the heat radiating from him. He raised a hand, brushing his fingers lightly against my cheek.
"Deny it all you want, Zephyrine," he said softly, his touch sending sparks through my skin. "But your wolf doesn't lie. You can feel it, just like I do."
I shivered, hating how my body betrayed me. My breath hitched as his thumb gently traced along my jawline. "I've been waiting for you," he continued. "And now that I've found you, I won't let you go."
 I clenched my fists, forcing myself to stay firm. "I don't need a mate," I whispered, though the words felt hollow.
Caden's smile widened, but it wasn't mocking—it was warm, almost tender. "You may not think you require me," he said, his voice steady, "but I promise you, Zephyrine, you'll want me. And when that time comes, you'll submit—not because I demand it, but because you'll choose to."
The way he said it made my heart stutter, and for a moment, I forgot how to breathe. 
Before I could respond, he leaned closer, his lips brushing against my ear as he whispered, "You'll see, my queen. You can try to fight it, but you'll be mine in the end."
He pulled back, his intense gaze locking with mine one last time before he turned and walked away, leaving me standing there, breathless and trembling.
My wolf was practically purring, but I wasn't going to give in.
Never.

The next morning, I woke to the sight of Roland stirring a hot plate of soup in his hands. My body felt heavy, weighed down by the remnants of yet another nightmare. This time, I had slain the strange beast, but I wasn't alone—someone had helped me. Yet, no matter how hard I tried, I couldn't recall who.


A groan escaped my lips as a sharp ray of sunlight shot through the window, blinding me for a moment.


Roland, noticing my discomfort, quickly moved to shut it.


"How long have I been asleep?" I asked, swinging my legs over the bed and sitting at the edge.


I nodded absentmindedly, muttering, "Oh, I must've drunk too much." Then, his words sank in, and my eyes widened. I spun to face him abruptly. "Did you just say 9 AM?"


Roland gave a small nod, and I gasped, instantly rushing toward my wardrobe.


"My queen, is everything alright?" he asked with concern.


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