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Mask and moonrise - Chapter 9



Chapter 9



"The flight’s been waiting on us for half an hour. What, are you on drugs?"

The words weren't a question; they were a grenade tossed from the other seat. The scent of a powerful Alpha's irritation, sharp and clean, filled the cabin.

Safia’s vision swam as she sat up, a heavy fog of sleep still clinging to her. But as her eyes cleared and landed on Sion, she saw a flicker of performance in his anger, irritation that felt staged rather than genuine. The memory of the dream, a vague, lingering warmth, returned to her. Had she truly been in his arms, or was it just her imagination?

Ten minutes later, the plane was airborne. The flight attendant, a woman with a confident smile and a scent of sweet flowers, leaned over Sion.

“Good morning, Alpha. What can I get you for breakfast? We have chicken noodles and fried eggs with toast.”

She punctuated her question with a deliberate glance that lingered on him. It felt like a subtle challenge to Safia, as if she had failed at keeping her husband under control.

Safia’s lips tightened. A hot, foreign spike of jealousy, mixed with a primal possessiveness she couldn’t control, shot through her, catching her completely off guard. The man beside her was barely an acquaintance, let alone a mate. She had no right to feel this.

Then why did it bother her which bitch flirted with him?

Sion leaned back, creating distance. “Ladies first,” he said, gesturing toward Safia, almost tipping his head to avoid the attendant’s touch.

Why was he putting on a show as if he were truly loyal to her? Just a few days ago, he had been having sex with another wolf.

Safia, in a moment of pique, stood up and moved to the opposite row, sitting down as if the seat beside him was toxic.

The flight attendant’s smile faltered as she turned to Safia.

“Thank you, but I don’t want anything,” Safia said, her words clipped and cool, completely opposite to the fire raging inside her. She was obviously trying to act stoic. “He’s all yours.”

She offered a brittle smile that didn’t reach her eyes.

The attendant, her confidence renewed, turned back to Sion, but he raised a hand, stopping her in her tracks.

“I have company,” he stated, his voice a quiet command, a firm warning that made the flight attendant instinctively bow her head in submission. “Next time you make an unprofessional move like that, you’ll be fired.”

His gaze softened as it shifted to Safia. “Are you sure you don’t want anything? The journey will be long.”

Her stomach rumbled, but her pride was stronger. “I know what kind of wolf you are. Don’t bother with the gentleman act. Go flirt with that slut wolf.” She motioned vaguely toward the back of the plane.

In an instant, he was beside her. He leaned in, his face close enough for her to feel the heat radiating from him.

“You don’t get to choose who I’m with,” he whispered, his voice a low growl that sent shivers down her spine, the primal sound of a wolf asserting his claim. His eyes were like daggers, but his tone was dangerously soft. “Stay in your limits.”

Safia’s hands trembled, but her inner self refused to back down. “My words exactly,” she retorted, pointing to the small space between them. “Stay in your limits and stay away from me.”

He returned to his seat, but he didn’t move back to his original row, staying right beside her. The silence grew thick with tension and the clashing scents of their defiance.

What bothered Safia the most was that he hadn’t even called her his mate. If he had, the airhostess wouldn’t have dared to try anything. Why did that even matter to her? He had done far worse in the past. She despised him and couldn’t stand to be near him, yet a deep, nagging part of her felt rejected.

With thoughts of Sion swirling in her mind, sleep took over.

Some time later, she felt herself being lifted, then a super-soft mattress beneath her back. In her sleep, she turned, her fingers brushing against something warm and hairy. A low growl, a rumble of contentment, followed with a slight movement.

Safia’s eyes snapped open in terror.

The monster from her thoughts was right beside her, his heavy arm draped around her waist, pulling her closer. It was not a dream. He looked peaceful in his sleep, a stark contrast to the devil she knew.

How dare he touch her and sleep beside her without a shirt? The man who kicked her out of his room was now holding her. Her fury brewed into a silent storm.

She shoved his arm off and scrambled to the edge of the bed. “Who brought me here? How dare you touch me and sleep beside me?” she demanded, her voice shaking with rage.

He opened one eye, the corner of his mouth twitching. “I brought you here because you looked uncomfortable on the plane seat. And what’s wrong with sleeping beside my mate?”

“Only on paper!” she spat. “There are no paparazzi here. Stop acting like we’re in love. Next time you touch me, the result won’t be pleasing.”

A flash of anger crossed his face, and in a heartbeat he pulled her back, pinning her beneath him. His lips crashed down on hers, wild and fierce, meant to silence her and assert his dominance. He was a predator, his hands moving over her body as if he owned her.

But Safia’s wolf took over. She was no longer a whimpering pup. She bit his lip, drawing a gasp from him and the metallic scent of blood. Using that moment of surprise, she shoved him off and stood up, her chest heaving, defiance burning in her scent.

“Don’t you dare touch me like that again,” she warned, her voice low and steady, not with anger, but with cold resolve. “You may be my husband on paper, but you don’t own me.”

She walked to the door with her head held high, leaving him on the bed.

Sion pressed a hand to his bleeding lip, a flicker of genuine shock and respect crossing his eyes. He had never seen her fight back like this. He had only seen her break.

But this time, she hadn’t broken.

She had won.






Chapter 10


“Hey, Levis, how are you?”

Safia’s voice was a sudden, jarring burst of cheerfulness as she saw the name on her phone screen. The light, carefree tone stood in sharp contrast to the fear and resentment coiling inside her.

Sion’s revenge was suffocating her. He kept her trapped in his company and his home, using their contract as a leash. What he didn’t know was that Safia was far from submissive. She had a plan, and it was to permanently say goodbye to him.

Last month, she had met Levis Colon, a business friend who had offered to help her raise the money needed to restructure her company and protect her pack. If everything went well, she could buy out Sion’s share and cut him out of her life for good. It wouldn’t be easy, but she was determined to win this battle for her financial security and her sanity, to escape the beast she was tied to.

“Hello, my friend! I’m fine, but you’re impossible to reach,” Levis said warmly. Care laced every syllable of his voice. “I’ve been calling for days, but your phone always went to voicemail. I finally called your dad. He told me all about you. Are you happy?” He ended with a sigh.

“I am not happy, Levis.”

The line went silent. Safia knew her words had hit him hard. Levis was a true well-wisher, unlike Sion, whose sympathy was nothing but a cruel façade.

“What are you saying?” Levis asked, stunned.

She ignored the question and continued, her voice low and strained. “The workload is heavy. I can’t talk to anyone, which is why my phone was off. Dad doesn’t know any of this. I don’t want to burden him because of his health. I’m trying to arrange the finances before the next court hearing so my business doesn’t sink and I can get out of this demon’s territory.” Her voice cracked on the last word.

“Don’t cry, Safia. That hurts me,” Levis said softly. “I told you to wait, but you didn’t listen. Why the rush to get married?”

“The court wouldn’t give me another date. The bank was about to seize the company. That’s when Sion, the vicious Alpha of the Silver Pack, offered a deal my dad couldn’t refuse. And the worst part is that it all happened without my knowledge,” Safia finished with a sob.

“What kind of father pledges his daughter to a stranger just to save a business?” Levis said angrily.

“Best Wines is my inheritance,” Safia replied, forcing steadiness into her voice. “It’s been in my family for centuries. It’s everything to him. He knows I’m a fighter. He believes I can overcome this.”

Levis chuckled softly. “You’re stubborn, and I know you won’t give up. Listen, I’m in Los Santos for the wine festival. I’m buying stock for my hotel. If you have time, we could meet tonight and figure out a way to get you out of that awful marriage.”

“What do you mean?” Safia asked, confused.

“I can help with the principal amount. Maybe we can buy some time from the court.”

“Levis, you’ve already helped me so much. I don’t want to burden you further,” she said, guilt tightening her chest.

“Safia, I’m still in love with you,” he admitted quietly. “I know you don’t feel the same, but I’ve tried to erase you from my mind and I can’t. If you could give this a chance, maybe we can undo the damage caused by a stranger between us.”

“Levis,” Safia said firmly. “You know what happened in my past. There’s no place for another man in my life.”

“Can we at least meet once? I just want to see you.”

“Okay, only once,” she agreed reluctantly. “But please understand, I signed a contract with Alpha Sion. As long as it lasts, I can’t be seen with anyone. If he suspects anything, it could destroy me. He warned me. The marriage will be nullified and he’ll withdraw his support if anything goes wrong.”

That evening, Safia dressed in jeans and a white satin blouse. She tied her red hair into a ponytail and applied nude lipstick.

“Where are you going?” Sion asked, surprise flickering in his eyes, his scent shifting to suspicion.

“None of your business. I’m off work, and I’m not answerable to you,” she shot back.

Sion growled low and dangerous. He grabbed her arm, his fingers digging into her skin as he yanked her toward him. “Don’t speak to me like that. I don’t tolerate arrogance from my Luna.”

He crushed his lips against hers, the kiss brutal and possessive, a reminder of his control. When he pulled away, he sneered. “It would take me two seconds to tear up that contract and throw you onto the streets. Vanity isn’t allowed here.” He shoved her away.

Safia barely caught herself. Her arm throbbed, but her resolve hardened. She would take Levis’s help and rid herself of this beast, no matter the cost. She walked out without shedding a single tear, her mind cold and determined.

Moments later, Sion sat on the couch with a glass of amber liquid in his hand. He stared at the closed door, then reached into his pocket and pulled out his phone. On the screen was a recording of Safia’s call with Levis. He had heard everything.

A slow smile spread across his face, not of victory, but of cruel satisfaction. He opened a message addressed to an anonymous number.

“Phase two is in motion. She’s on her way to meet him. Now we wait.”







Chapter 11

Sion watched her from the window, a low growl rumbling deep in his chest. Safi was a contradiction, a human spitfire who could get his wolf’s hackles up with a single look, yet the scent of her was a constant, irresistible pull of their bitter past. She was his mate, a fact his wolf had known for years, even if she didn’t. The rejection was painful and she needed to pay a price for it.


***

Safia found Levis at a table, a genuine smile on his face. The air was a mix of human chatter and music, thick with the scents of wine and food. Levis's scent, however, was off tonight—a little too sweet, a little too strained. What happened?

“Safia, you made it!” he said, giving her a hug that felt more like a cage than a greeting. His kiss on her cheek lingered a moment too long for Safia’s acceptance.

“How could I say no to my oldest friend?” she replied, forcing a smile and getting rid of his embrace.

“It’s been so long. I didn’t realize how much I missed you until now.”

Levis reached for her hand across the table when Safia pulled away and hastily occupied the seat opposite him like something bit her.

“Two plates of fish fingers and club soda,” he told the waiter. “I’ve had too much wine. Feeling a little tipsy.” He gave her a wink, but his eyes were a little too sharp. “What can I get you?”

“The same,” Safia said, her senses on high alert. Something felt wrong. “If you’re feeling drunk, I can drop you off.”

“Thank you, but we have a lot to catch up on first,” he said, the predatory gleam in his eyes growing. “I was thinking, what if we ask the bank for an extension? I can pay the first installment tomorrow—I’ve got a few thousand left. We can figure out the rest later.”

Safia’s instincts screamed at her. She caught a scent on him she couldn’t place, something acrid and strange, a mix of alcohol and something else.

“Levis, you’ve helped me enough. You have your own restaurant to run. Please don’t get tangled up in this.”

Levis reached across the table, taking her hand. His touch sent a shiver of warning down her spine.

“I want to marry you, Safia. If we’re getting married, your problems are mine. Soren told me everything—about your contract wedding. You can pay back every penny of that brutal alpha and be free of him forever if you wish. Just give me your word. It’s enough.”

She started to object, but he cut her off.

“I know what you’re going to say. Just think about it. Give me a chance, and I’ll make you the happiest woman in the world.”

After they ate, Levis led her to the dance floor. The lights dimmed, and as they swayed to a slow Christmas song, a powerful wave of dizziness hit her. It wasn’t the wine; she hadn’t touched any. It was the strange, sweet scent on Levis, she realized with horror. It was a drug.

Levis guided her away from the crowd, down a narrow, dark path. His hands roamed her body, and he leaned in.

“Levis, stop! I’m a married woman! If Sion comes to know, it will be a huge problem to convince him,” she warned, her voice thick with fear and the paralysis spreading through her.

He ignored her plea, his eyes dark with lust as he reached for her again.

“You’re drunk. You’ll regret this tomorrow. Get your hands off me!” she cautioned again, but Levis just sneered.

“Your wedding is a sham, Safia. A piece of paper. You and that alpha Sion have nothing in common. Your wolf knows he isn’t your mate, and mine has been waiting for you for years. Guild Wade isn’t coming back from the dead to claim you. Forget him. Be mine.”

He tried to force a kiss. Safia closed her eyes in fear, as if that alone could keep him away. Contradictorily, his lips never reached her.

A hand suddenly shot out and pulled him away from her.

“Safia, are you okay?”

The voice was familiar thunder, the scent of fresh pine and cold steel—her mate, Alpha Sion. She wanted to scream his name, to tell him what Levis had done, but her throat was tight, her body numb. Her mind was a fog.

Nevertheless, despite the drug consuming her, she felt a primal sense of relief inside her. She was safe in the hands of her mate. With that thought, Safia closed her eyes peacefully and welcomed darkness.


***

An hour ago

It had been fifteen days since Sion’s wolf had last been sated, and it wanted only one female: Safia. She had branded him as hers for years, a claim she was completely unaware of. The alpha who could command any pack to his heel was completely wrapped around her little finger.

It had been an hour since she left, and Sion was staring blankly at the ceiling, his wolf restlessly pacing in his mind. Part of him urged him to follow her, but another part told him to trust her, to give her the freedom she craved.

After another hour with no word, the worry grew into a full-blown roar. The alpha command to protect his mate overrode all other thoughts. He had to know she was safe.

Instead of calling, he tracked her phone to a wine festival across town. The scent of her—sweet and familiar, tinged with something else. She was too close and in some sort of danger.

He walked inside, his phone leading him to a dark, narrow hallway. His wolf’s heartbeat hammered a warning against his ribs. He prayed his gut was wrong.

Then he saw her.

The scene in front of him made a volcano of fury erupt in his chest. A human was trying to force himself on his mate.

His legs moved on their own, carrying him to her in a blur. He grabbed the man by the shoulders, a ferocious snarl escaping his lips, and threw him far away like a piece of trash.

The blaze in Sion’s eyes was wild, the burning rage of an alpha defending his mate. No one touched what was his.

Safia was muttering something as she slid down the wall, her eyes closing, her body clearly drugged.

Sion caught her before she hit the floor.

“Safia… open your eyes! Look at me! Are you okay?”

There was no response. Her body went limp in his arms, still and silent, her familiar scent now laced with the sickness of a foreign chemical.

“Whoever this human is, he is going to have it,” Sion said, staring down at the bruised form of Levis with venom.







Chapter 12


Chapter 12 — Crimson Moon Rising

“Safia doesn’t love you.” Levis screamed with all the collected energy in his body, though he was completely paralyzed.

“She is mine,” Sion’s growl cut through the club’s deafening rhythm. It wasn’t a cry of fatigue or loss of energy, but a primal, unwavering declaration that sent a jolt of recognition through her own bloodline.

Safia’s eyes shot up at once. The effect of the drug was wearing off. He was her healer. Her protector. The weight of his words hung in the air, thick with a possessive heat Safia had never felt before.

“When a girl says no, it’s a no. You have to accept it and get out of her life.” Sion raised a warning finger, his human facade a thin veil over the wolf-like menace simmering in his gaze.

Levis wet his lips, his eyes tracing the line of Sion’s jaw like a challenge. “So, you’re the temporary husband of Safia. Her dad told me about your contract marriage with her.”

A low chuckle rumbled in Sion’s chest, more predator than man. He looked down at the pathetic figure of Levis. “When I can make the contracts, I can destroy them too. So don’t call me temporary. Safia stays mine as long as I want her to be. If I see you next time roaming around her like a mosquito, you won’t see the next day’s sunrise.” The truth behind his words carried the terrifying weight of alpha authority, undeniable and absolute.

He swept Safia into his arms with a swift, confident motion that stole the breath from her lungs. The ride to the hospital was tense; the scent of her fear and the lingering taint of the sedative burned in his nostrils.

“Sion, please save me.”

He placed her gently on the examination bench. “Nothing is going to happen to you. From the second you married me, you were not human but my mate—a werewolf. And werewolves heal faster than humans.”

How did he know her birth secrets? The man was far more mysterious than she had realized.

“She should heal faster than usual,” Sion commanded the pack doctor.

The doctor seemed to understand the strange, tense energy that surrounded them. He wrote a prescription. “Don’t worry, Mr. Canes. Your wife is safe. It’s just the effect of sedatives. She’ll be fine by tomorrow.”

Back at the penthouse, Sion placed her gently on the bed, his movements as careful as they were precise. Once she was settled, he walked to another room and made a call, a dark rage simmering beneath his calm exterior.

“Your piggy Levis Colon came in my way today,” Sion said, dispensing with pleasantries. “Next time you bluff about our wedding contract to anyone, I will forget you are Safia’s father. Your daughter will be my wife as long as I please, irrespective of your firm’s debt clearance. You can try whatever you want, go to the highest court—but the victory will be mine. This is just a glimpse of the devil I actually am.”

Soren, Safia’s father, felt his world shift irreversibly. The silence on the other end of the line was thick, pierced only by Sion’s rugged, dangerous breathing. He realized he had stepped into a game he could never win.

Hours later, Safia hissed, trying to sit up.

“Stay the way you are!” Sion’s voice was firm. “That bastard drugged you. You’ve been given an injection to get back to normalcy.”

Safia blinked, her head foggy. He was sitting beside her bed, a dark silhouette against the morning light. “Did you get me back here?” she asked, massaging her temples.

“Yes,” Sion sighed. “We’ll discuss the matter later when you’re fully okay. I’ll get you some breakfast now.”

As he left, Safia’s eyes followed his retreating form—tall, lean, with powerful arms and a sculpted chest. He was a man she had been married to for twenty days, yet she now truly saw the soft side of him for the first time. His casual clothes spoke of wealth; his military-cut hair and light stubble defined a rugged charisma she couldn’t ignore.

Sion returned with a plate of pancakes, strawberry syrup, and fruit juice. “Here. If you’re fine, we’ll start work tomorrow.” His words were placid, almost emotionless.

Safia finished her breakfast and rested until lunch, waking fully normal.

“Were you staying by my side all through the night?”

Sion nodded, not meeting her gaze—a fleeting sign of vulnerability. “I had no choice. The doctor told me to keep you under observation.”

“The doctor asked, or you wanted to look after me?” She reached for his arm, but he pulled it away.

“Are you my wife or a lawyer in the courtroom? You were burning with a temperature!” he shouted, the facade of a caring husband cracking.

Safia ignored his outburst. “How did I come back?”

“I brought you here by tracking your phone. When you’re too prideful to let me know where you go, you must also be self-dependent to protect yourself in case of any calamity.”

“So you were worried about my well-being and went searching for me,” she said, a quiet certainty settling over her. There was something in him, and it was undeniable.

“I’m sure of it. Maybe you’ll fall in love with me. Be careful,” she teased.

“That’s not the point.” Sion hissed. His anger was a thin shield for the affection he tried to hide. “That scoundrel was about to kiss you. The contract states you can’t date or have a boyfriend. You broke the rule yesterday, and I can impose charges on you for this!”

Safia had enough. “Don’t bring the contract up over and over again. I’ve read it a hundred times and know every line. I signed it, but I’m not liable for situations beyond my control. Levis tried to kiss me—it was not from my side.”

“Is it? So you don’t have any feelings for him? Then why did you go to meet him without informing me? Wasn’t it a date?” Sion advanced, predatory gleam in his eyes.

“Whatever I do outside work is not your business!” Safia’s voice was stern.

“It is my business. You’re my wife, damn it!” Sion’s yell was so loud, so fierce, that it sent a shiver through her body. His tone wasn’t just human anger—it was the commanding roar of an alpha.

Safia refused to cower. She grabbed the juice jug from the table and, with a defiant sneer, threw it at him.

A deep growl tore from Sion’s throat. The jug hit him with a wet splat, and as the orange liquid cascaded down his face, his eyes shifted. The warm brown of his irises bled into shocking gold, pupils elongating into thin vertical slits. The scent of him, once just clean and masculine, was now laced with the musk of a wild animal—a scent Safia recognized on a deep, ancestral level. Anger.

She knew, with chilling certainty, that the man before her was no longer just a man. He was a werewolf. And she, now married to him, was a werewolf too—her wolf dormant until now, waiting for its alpha. She had found him—and she had just thrown a juice jug at him.

Before she could fully process the revelation, Sion’s jaw shifted, his teeth elongating into fangs. The air around them crackled with raw energy, the kind that screamed of territorial dominance. He lunged at her—not to harm, but with blinding speed, intent on asserting his claim.

Safia’s body reacted instinctively. Her dormant wolf roared to life, muscles coiling to meet his advance—and then the world went black.








Chapter 13

Unleashed Instincts

“Fuck!” Sion groaned, wiping the juice from his face with a hand as he lunged, his fingers closing like a vise around Safia’s upper arm.

Their chests collided, the impact jarring. He gave a lopsided, dangerous grin, his eyes blazing gold as they pinned her under his wicked gaze.
“That’s unforgivable. You’ve crossed every limit. Now you will be punished for it.”

Before she could even process the threat, he was kissing her. It was feral and consuming, stealing the breath from her lungs. Safia tried to push him away, but his strength was monumental, unyielding, as though she were nothing more than something he owned. His tongue invaded her mouth with wild dominance, and his hands slid around her waist, lifting her effortlessly off the ground.

She gasped at the sudden movement, and it was all the invitation he needed. He deepened the kiss, hunger raging through him as if she were the very air his starved lungs needed to survive.

Sion set her down on the dressing table with a loud scrape, sending everything on it crashing to the floor. Desire burned through him, a roaring, primal hunger. His lips claimed hers again, kissing her with a mix of possession and desperation that both terrified and thrilled her.

Though she resisted at first, his kisses worked like a hypnotic drug. Safia’s resolve crumbled. She kissed him back with the same ferocity, her hands reaching for the hem of his shirt.

Sion pulled away only long enough to let her strip it from him. Her hands roamed his sculpted chest as he covered her with hungry kisses. They broke apart only to breathe, both of them panting, bodies burning.

He carried her gently to the bed and laid her down, hovering over her. His golden eyes never left hers, filled with ancient hunger, as though she were the only thing in existence. She was a feast to his soul.

Her gaze slid down his body—and suddenly froze.

Sion followed her eyes to his chest. In an instant, the fire in his gaze died. He recoiled as if burned.

“Where did you get those scars?” Safia asked softly.

He snarled, the sound tearing from his throat, unmistakably inhuman. He scrambled off her as though she were poison.
“None of your business. You are only here to give me physical satisfaction. Nothing more. Stay out of my personal matters. This is my first and last warning.”

Before she could say another word, he stormed out and slammed the door behind him.

Safia lay there, stunned. The scars—deep, old, carved across his chest, stomach, and neck—told a story she couldn’t begin to understand. A past filled with pain, one that stirred an ache inside her she couldn’t ignore. She wanted to know him, truly know him. But would he ever let her in?

She waited. Dinner went cold on the table. Sion never returned.

Exhaustion eventually claimed her.

In the dead of night, the sound of the front door opening jolted her awake.

She peered down the hallway. His hair was disheveled, his once-pristine white T‑shirt dirty and wrinkled. His blue eyes, once sharp and alive, were hollow and empty. He looked drunk. Broken.

Safia rushed toward him, but he lifted a hand.
“Stay away from me,” he growled.

The words pushed her back like poison.

The next morning, her father called.
“How are you, honey? You were right. That man is a monster. He threatened me for telling Levis about your contract marriage. Levis is like family, and I thought—”

“No,” Safia cut in softly. “He’s not our family, Daddy. He’s a devil.” Her chest tightened. “Sion saved me from a disaster. He has anger issues, yes, but he’s not a bad Alpha.”

Soren sighed in relief.
“If you say so, honey. I just want you safe and happy.”

Two hours later, Safia confronted Sion.

“I didn’t like how you behaved last night,” she said firmly. “I am your mate, your Luna—not a servant in your house.”

“You keep pointing out my mistakes,” he snapped. “What about yours? You went against the contract by dating that scoundrel Levis. How dare you defy an Alpha’s order?”

“It was not a date,” Safia fired back. “Levis is my childhood friend. I never imagined he’d do something I didn’t want.”

“Then start imagining,” Sion said coldly. “He wants you. I’m a man. I know what another man feels when he looks at a woman. Stay away from him. If not—”

“If not what?” Safia stepped closer, defiant. “Are you going to arrest me for breaking your precious contract? Go on.”

A cruel smile curved his lips.
“Locked in a prison?” he murmured.

He whistled softly, making a strand of her hair lift.
“I’m not going to let you leave so easily, my Boo Boo baby.”

His finger traced slow circles on her breast, sending fire racing through her veins. Before she could react, he walked out, leaving her burning, furious, and shaken.

She stood there long after he was gone.

Boo Boo baby.

He’d called her that only once before, in a moment of raw intimacy. He was playing a dangerous game—pulling her between rage and desire, love and hate.

That evening, as she sat alone in the silent penthouse, agony ripped through her body. It felt as though her bones were shattering and reshaping. She collapsed, screaming as claws tore from her fingertips and brown fur spread across her skin.

The truth claimed her completely.

She wasn’t just Safia.

She was a she‑wolf.

When the transformation ended, she stood on four powerful legs, amber eyes glowing. A werewolf. Mate to the Alpha who had just walked away from her.

She lifted her head and howled—pain, power, and triumph woven into the sound.

Then she saw it.

Reflected in the glass doors of the balcony were glowing yellow eyes.

Not hers.

His.

Sion stood in the shadows, watching her—eyes filled with love, guilt, and primal remorse.

Sion was watching over her.

And she had no idea what he would do next.

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