Chapter 1
Chapter 1
Elara’s POV
“Please, I don’t want to die like this…”
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My voice barely came out. Muffled and desperate. My wrists were tied behind me, raw from the rope biting into my skin. My face pressed against the cold, damp floor of the abandoned cabin. The stench of rust and dirt lingered in the air. My sister, Miela, sobbed beside me, her muffled cries barely louder
than mine.
We had only gone out for a picnic. It was supposed to be harmless.
Instead, we were hunted down by rogues and dragged here like prey.
One of the rogues crouched in front of us, his crooked smile dripping with malice. He tapped the speaker button on his phone and held it up.
“Hello, Mr. and Mrs. Diaz,” he said smoothly, “I’ve got your daughters. Want them back? 200 million.”
I tensed. My heart pounded.
“Miela?? Oh my god! Are you okay?” My mother’s frantic voice rang out.
The rogue shoved the phone in Miela’s direction. She whimpered into the gag.
“Please don’t hurt Miela!” That was my father.
They didn’t ask about me. Not once.
I blinked fast. Maybe I misheard. Maybe they were panicking.
Then came Owen’s voice–my younger brother.
“Just bring Miela back. We don’t care about that other one.”
The words hit harder than the ropes cutting into my skin.
“Let’s settle at 100 million for Miela. Keep the other girl if you want.”
Even the rogue was shocked and blinked. “Are you really going to leave one behind?”
Orik sald quickly. “Elara has never meant much to us,” almost as if he were talking about someone else. “She was always a weight.”
Orik, the man who I never felt was a father to me, brushed me off with an easy comment. He had always stayed away, and even after all the years we spent together, I was still just the ‘burden‘ they never wanted.
I stopped breathing.
All those years. Every meal I cooked, every errand I ran, every bruise I swallowed so they wouldn’t have to lift a finger… and this was how they repaid me.
The rogue hung up and gestured. Two others moved to untie Miela.
She cried harder–tears of relief. She didn’t look at me.
Not once.
Once she was gone, the rogue pulled the cloth from
my
mouth.
“Guess you’re worthless now,” he said, amused. “Any last requests before I gut you?”
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I swallowed hard. My voice trembled. “Call my husband. Thorne Albright. Alpha of Direstone Keep Pack. He’ll pay. He has to.”
The rogue raised an eyebrow, dialed, and put it on speaker.
“…Hello?”
That voice.
“Thorne, it’s me! Please, I’ve been kidnapped! They want a hundred million-”
“I know. I heard.”
”
His tone was cold. Detached.
“Is Miela safe?”
That was the first thing he asked.
“What? Thorne, I’m-”
“You were careless, Elara. Taking her over the borderline? What were you thinking? Reckless. Irresponsible. You’ve failed as my Luna.”
I shook my head, stunned. “It was Miela’s idea… I didn’t—”
“I married you because you were my mate,” he continued flatly. “But this ends now.”
Silence stretched. Then his voice, formal and final:
“As Alpha of Direstone Keep Pack, I, Thorne Albright, reject Elara Diaz as my mate.”
Pain exploded inside me.
Like fire ripping through my veins. Like blades dragging across my soul.
I screamed. My wolf wailed inside me.
The bond–the thing I once thought sacred–shattered in an instant.
I collapsed.
The rogue didn’t wait. He grabbed my leg and stabbed down.
The pain was sharp and blinding. Again. And again.
My blood soaked the wooden floor. My body stopped fighting.
I couldn’t move. Couldn’t even cry.
They were going to finish me.
“She’s out,” one of them muttered. “Let’s slit her throat.”
“Wait–someone’s coming. Sh*t! Patrol team!”
I heard scuffling. Heavy boots retreating fast.
Then silence.
Then… voices. Not rogue voices. Not cruel.
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“There’s someone
here!”
“Female. Bleeding out! We need
a stretcher–NOW!”
Hands lifted me. The
smell of disinfectant
replaced
Bright
lights. Muffled
chatter.
I drifted.
Then-
“That birthmark…”
blood.
“Check her
scent. Quickly!”
“Holy–she’s
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