CLAIMED BY THE ROGUE, BOUND TO THE WARLOCK, MATED TO THE WEREWOLF

My hands shook as I read the letter, the weight of a long day at work still heavy on my shoulders.

Coming home to find a letter in the mailbox that made my heart race.

It was a summons from Ryker Blackwood, the Alpha of the Silver Mist pack.

"You have three days to return and reclaim your rightful position as the Luna of the pack. Failure to do so will force the pack to take severe actions."

A tremor coursed through me as my wolf clawed at the surface, causing my bones to ache and a cry of agony to escape my lips.

I yearned to shift, but my wolf was relentless, punishing me for the curse that bound me.

While other werewolves embraced their first transformation at sixteen, I was trapped at twenty-five, enduring daily torment while masquerading as a human, entangled with three mates from different packs.

Entering my room, I was met with chaos; the remnants of last night's attack lay scattered around me.

The rogue werewolves from the Crimson Claw pack, led by their merciless leader Vincent Farrah, sent chills down my spine.

This had become a grim routine over the past few months since they uncovered my true nature as a wolf.

To complicate matters, Vincent was my mate. I had rejected him, unwilling to be bonded to a rogue, but he resented my decision, turning into a persistent thorn in my side.

He was either scattering my home, his men were assaulting me, or he was forcing himself on me, and I felt trapped in silence, unwilling to drag anyone else into my mess.

The creak of the door pulled me from my thoughts, and I hurriedly tucked the letter away in the wardrobe among my clothes, hastily wiping away my tears.

It was Aaron Martins, my boyfriend and a formidable warlock who had been guiding me in managing my werewolf powers.

His gaze swept over the disarray of the room and landed on my bandaged arm, his expression darkening into a frown that made my throat tighten.

Aaron had a notoriously fierce temper.

In fact, he was the reason the rogues were hunting me down.

I had fled from my pack after a prophecy declared that I was to marry the oldest devil vampire as a peace treaty for an impending war, simply because I was an omega with an unawakened wolf.

During my flight, I encountered rogues in the woods who intended to kill me, but Aaron happened to be nearby and heard my cries for help, swiftly killing the rogues to save me.

After hearing my plight, he took me in and marked me as his own, claiming that with his warlock mark, I would be safe from harm.

Yet, the reality had been quite the opposite all these years.

“What happened to you?” he demanded, his voice laced with anger as I sniffled, trying to mask my tears while I took his bags from him.

Aaron worked for a powerful wolf whose name he kept secret, but I knew his primary role was to hunt down rogues; he was known as the rogue hunter in our town.

“Don’t worry about it,” I replied, but he tightened his grip on my shoulder and shouted, sending a shiver down my spine as tears spilled down my cheeks.

“I had an accident at work; I fell down the stairs, which is why I’m hurt. I went to the hospital, and the doctor said I’ll be fine,”

I stammered, my voice quaking as he shoved me to the floor, the sound of my bones cracking echoing in the room.

“You’re so clumsy and foolish, Sharon! You always have some excuse for your stupidity!”

He was speaking when his gaze fixed on the far corner of the room, and I could practically see the steam rising from his head.

In a rush of instinct, I dashed to the wall at the end of the room, knowing full well it wouldn’t provide any real protection.

“You haven’t been taking your portions?” he questioned, his fists clenching and unclenching, and I could sense the storm brewing.

Panic surged through me as I felt warm urine trickle down my thighs.

“A…aron, you…don’t get it, the portion…leaves me weak for days and…you know I have to work, so…”

Before I could finish, a sharp slap landed across my face, sending me crumpling to the floor as I shielded my eyes.

Just as he prepared to strike again, a knock at the door broke the tension. He growled in frustration before stepping away to see who it was.

The door creaked open and the imposing tall figure entered and I felt a shiver run down my spine as the events of that night replayed in my head.

Alpha Ryker.

The night of the full moon when I was in heat and gave in to my desires and slept with a stranger, a stranger who turned out to be Alpha Ryker and ever since then, he has been searching for me everywhere.

To complicate matters, I was pregnant, carrying a child whose father could be one of the three men; Ryker, Vincent or Aaron.