As a wolfless orphan, Joanne had been abused by Alpha Anthony ever since she was a child. She devoted her entire life to surviving in his pack—until one day, she returned home to find an injured vampire lying in her house, his whole existence luring her in. Taking the risk of bringing him in, Joanne never expected Alpha Anthony to discover it the very next day and finally seize the chance to kill her. Just as Joanne was about to be executed, the vampire she had saved arrived, with his army. And Joanne realized that he was the Prince Alexander, heir to the vampire throne…..

Joanne’s POV

I was hiding under the table, trying to steal a piece of bread before hunger knocked me out. Even the lowest-ranking omegas were drinking and celebrating.

Because I’m a werewolf without a wolf, I am not welcome to celebrate with the others.

A bane is what my Alpha calls me.

Alpha Anthony has been beating me for nothing ever since I can remember. And I don’t have parents to protect me from him since I’m an orphan.

For whatever reason, he will not allow me to leave this pack. He will chase me down every single time I dared to escape.

So I grew up avoiding him, living in an abandoned cabin at the edge of Long Lake pack. My life was simple – keep breathing, and hope there’s food left in the kitchen when the sun goes down.

Today, there is a celebration, which meant that there was more food than usual. Roasted meats, sweet bread, and cheese thick enough to make my mouth water.

I couldn’t be greedy, though, because that’s how I would get caught. I needed to stick to the basics… bread.

It was enough to fill my belly, and guests wouldn’t notice that type of food missing right away.

I stay still under the tablecloth, listening to boots scrape across the wooden floor. Voices drift down – Alpha Anthony and Beta Ben.

“You did well,” Anthony said, his voice slurred. I can already smell the alcohol in his breath. “Five of them this time. Easy money.”

“They didn’t even fight back,” Ben chuckled.

“They are nothing but bloodsucking roaches. We did the world a favor by getting rid of a few of them.”

They both laughed at that.

My stomach growled, but I froze. They were talking about vampires.

The border between our werewolf kingdom, Howlspire, and the vampire kingdom, Eboncrest, is dangerous ground.

Though the Vampire King and our Alpha King have an agreement to cease war, anyone who crosses the border can be killed.

But it wasn’t border-crossers they were talking about.

It was vampire civilians.

Anthony just needed a quick coin, and killing vampires gets him a fat reward if the King thinks he’s defending the border.

What he is doing is illegal and cruel, not that Anthony cares.

For as long as I knew Alpha Anthony, he had always been a gambler and a drunk. It wouldn’t surprise me if he were using this reward money to pay off his debt.

I knew he would end up gambling this money away as well, soon enough; it was the same old pattern.

Their voices moved away from where I crouched. My heart thudded rapidly against my chest so loudly I feared they might hear it.

This was my one and only chance, and I couldn’t mess it up.

Taking a deep breath, I reached for the loaf on the edge of the table, my hand closing around the crust. The feel of the bread was enough to make my mouth water.

The scent was nearly driving me crazy with ravenous need.

At that moment, a shadow fell over me, and my heart stopped.

A hand like iron clamped around my wrist and yanked me out from under the table.

“You!” Anthony snarled. His breath reeked of ale. “The wolfless rat thinks she can sneak into my celebration?”

His grip around my wrist tightened; though everyone in this pack knew of the abuse I faced, Anthony was always careful not to hurt me too badly in front of others. He didn’t want word to travel around to the other packs, and he certainly didn’t want the Alpha King to hear of his treatment of me.

Others took notice of me as Anthony dragged me through the crowd; their eyes judging and their lips tipping up into smirks.

I was used to this, and I wasn’t surprised when their whispers made it to my ears.

“Is that the wild child?”

“Don’t get too close; she probably hasn’t showered in weeks.”

“What is someone like her doing at a celebration like this?”

Ignoring the cruel words, my eyes flashed to the food as I grew further away, a hungry longing in my gaze. My stomach growled loudly… the small window of opportunity, my one chance, had slipped through my fingers.

The moment Alpha Anthony and I were alone, he turned to me, his nostrils flaring.

“How dare you try to steal from me?” Anthony growled, saliva from his lips hitting my face. “How many times do I need to teach you this lesson, you brat!”

I knew what was about to come, and I knew better than to fight back.

The first blow knocked me to the ground. That was when he started to kick me.

I curled up, letting his kicks land where they’d least hurt.

I have been beaten daily as a child and at least a few times a week now. I knew his moves better than anyone, and I learned how to avoid getting hurt too badly. If he thought I was incapable of movement, he would stop.

I allowed my body to go limp as he continued to kick me and shout degrading words at me. I slowed down my breathing and made it look like I lost consciousness.

That was when he stepped back, his breathing heavy, raging rolling off him in waves.

He spat on the floor beside me, the thick glob landing beside my cheek.

“Next time, I’ll finish the job,” he drunkenly slurred at my “unconscious” body.

I remained still until I heard his footsteps retreating. Only then did I open my eyes and look around the narrow hallway I was in. I pulled myself to my feet, wincing at the slight ache in my side from where his boot made contact.

It was dangerous to stay here any longer; if Anthony knew I was awake, he’d finish the job for sure. So, without a backward glance, I ran.

The night air bit my skin as I sprinted towards my cabin. My chest burned, but the thought of getting to safety was enough to push me faster. My cabin, though run-down and abandoned, was my only sanctuary; the only place I considered my safe haven.

When I reached the edge of the pack, I stopped dead in my tracks.

The door to my cabin hung crooked, splintered from the hinges.

My entire body felt paralyzed from the sight, my heart thudding rapidly against my chest.

I had lived in this cabin for most of my life, and not once had it been broken into. The thought of someone invading my space made me feel sick to my stomach.

I finally willed my feet to move forward; I was on autopilot, barely registering my surroundings. I knew I should have scoped out the entire area to make sure it was safe, but I was being careless.

I couldn’t think straight.

Someone was inside… or had been inside… my sanctuary.

I stepped around the broken door and into the cabin, pausing when I smelled a strange scent lingering in the air.

I took in a deep breath… not a wolf. It was sweet, cold, and…. dangerous.

Yet, it pulled me in.

A feeling I had never felt before, and I didn’t entirely hate.

Suddenly, the fear of having my cabin broken into began to subside, and all that was left was earnest curiosity and a hunger for something other than food.

The moonlight spilled across the floorboards, revealing a figure sprawled on the ground.

My brows knitted together.

There was a man lying in the middle of my living room.

He was young, maybe a little older than me. His clothes were soaked in blood, as was his pale skin.

It was clear he wasn’t awake, and for a moment, I worried he might even be dead.

I stepped closer, noticing the faint movement of his chest, indicating that there was still life inside of him. I let out a breath of relief at the sight.

Not dead.

His dark hair covered his face, and I had to fight the urge to brush it away with my fingers so I could get a better look at him.

I should have been terrified.

I should have run away screaming to Alpha Anthony before anyone noticed because every fiber of my being was screaming “vampire!”

But something about him – something in the sharp lines of his face and strange, intoxicating scent that clung to his skin–stilled me.

How could something so beautiful be classified as something so dangerous?

Joanne’s POV

I knew if Anthony found him here, he would kill us both. I knew I should report him, a vampire, for entering the werewolf territory. But my traitorous hands started to unbutton his shirt, wanting to assess his wounds more thoroughly.

Blood was seeping through his shirt, so I knew before seeing them that deep cuts were all over his body.

When I saw the claw marks and gunshot wound, my chest clenched. Before I could think better of it, I was already moving.

Being beaten my entire life by Alpha Anthony taught me to care for wounds of any type.

I already grabbed a bucket of water from the lake, along with a few old rags, earlier this morning. I had them prepared in case I were caught stealing food during today’s celebration.

I soaked some of the rags in the water before carefully pressing them to the wounds on his chest, trying to stop as much of the bleeding as I could.

As far as I could see from the gunshot wound, it was a clean shot. He was alive, which meant it didn’t hit anything too vital. I lifted him slightly so I could see his back, pulling up his shirt in the process, and saw that the bullet went straight through. I let out a breath, relieved that I wasn’t going to have to pull a bullet out of a body today.

I released him, letting him fall limply back to the ground as I assessed the rest of his wounds. I unbuttoned the last button on his shirt, pulling it off his body.

My breath got caught at the sight of his torso; I scanned each and every ab on his six-pack frame, and for a moment, my heart stuttered.

I don’t think I had ever seen anything quite as beautiful.

His skin was cold as marble under my fingers. Each time I dabbed at the blood, I expected him to shudder or lash out, to bare his fangs.

He didn’t.

He just lay there, motionless, as if the weight of the centuries had finally dragged him down.

“Why am I doing this?” I whispered into the silence. My own blood sounded loud in my ears. “You're the last thing I need right now…”

I knew if Anthony discovered that I was helping a vampire, we would both be done for. He’d kill this vampire right away… but me… he’d torture me until my dying breath.

I continued to dab at his wounds until his bleeding slowed, and I could see that his wounds really were deep.

He would need a couple of stitches.

I’ve only ever stitched myself, but I had to do what I could to help him, so I rushed back to the kitchen to grab the needed supplies.

The needles were already cleaned and ready for use.

When I returned to him, he was unmoved, much to my relief.

I knelt back to his side and peeked at his face before I started to stitch his wounds closed.

My stomach growled sharply and cruelly, but I ignored it; my only focus was on him.

I tied off the last stitch, dropping the needle to the ground in the process. I tore the hem of my ragged dress for bandages.

My eyes, once again, flickered to his face, bracing myself for any reaction, but I was only met with unnatural stillness.

I found myself momentarily lost in his beauty.

As if I was looking for something, I searched his face, the curve of his throat, the almost unnoticeable flicker of life beneath the surface.

When I finally sank back, my arms aching, I realized how close I’d gotten. My cheeks burned hot. I was staring at him at the way the moonlight caught on his lashes, at the shape of his mouth, as if beauty could be lethal.

Were all vampires like this?

I watched his steady breaths as the dizziness returned to me.

I couldn’t remember the last time I had eaten.

My only chance at food today was ruined because I was caught. I put my hands on my belly, feeling the dull ache. I allowed myself to rest beside this vampire, my body too weak to keep going.

I told myself I would only close my eyes for a minute. But exhaustion and the deep hunger that weighed down my body had won.

His scent consumed me, lulling me to sleep.

It almost gave me the sense of security… like for the first time in my life, I was safe.

As I slept, it was dreamless.

It wasn’t consumed with the nightmares that I’d have every night. I couldn’t remember the last time I slept without having a nightmare.

Alpha Anthony usually occupied my thoughts, and because of him, the entire pack hated me.

It wasn’t just Alpha Anthony that I usually spent my nights healing from… it was everybody.

They all gave me sleepless nights.

When I opened my eyes next, the faint rays of the morning sun beamed on my face. I lifted my head, blinking open my groggy eyes. My belly still ached from lack of food, and I was still a bit dizzy, but the exhausted feeling I had felt the night before was gone.

I furrowed my brows, trying to remember the events of what had happened. I remembered being at Alpha Anthony’s celebration, intent on getting something to eat. But I was caught…and then I was beaten.

I reached for my side, where Anthony had kicked me multiple times, and I felt the slight bruising. It wasn’t the worst injury he had given me, so I wasn’t too worried about it.

I felt movement beside me, and my entire body stilled.

That was when I remembered the injured vampire I found in my cabin… the one I had stitched and bandaged.

With a racing heart, I slowly turned, my eyes finding his.

They were no longer closed, but staring at me.

His deep blue eyes were pouring into my grey ones.

I realized I was extremely close to him; my back was pressed to his front, his naked torso rubbing against me.

He was still wearing pants, but that did nothing to ease the heat in my cheeks.

I scrambled away from him before I could think better of it, my heart racing as I turned to face him fully. My eyes flickered down to his torso, and they widened when I saw that his injuries were mostly healed. The string I stitched him with was lying beside him on the ground.

How had he healed so quickly?

Before I knew what was happening, the man was moving. Suddenly, his body was pressed against mine, and I was pinned against the ground, the wind nearly knocked out of me.

Then, his deep voice sent a shudder through me as he asked, “Who the hell are you?”

Joanne's POV

His body caged me against the splintering floorboards. His breath ghosted over my ear, cold and making me shiver, yet I could feel the heat rising in my cheeks.

“Joanne,” I sputtered. “I live here.”

“Alone?”

I managed to nod.

His gaze scanned my face, probably trying to figure out if I was lying or not. His eyes traveled down to my neckline and then across my shoulders until they paused. I had bruises on my shoulders and arm from all the times that Alpha Anthony grabbed me. No doubt they caught his attention.

His hold on me weakened, though he still kept me pinned against the hard floor.

His nostrils flared for a moment.

Was he smelling me?

My question was answered almost immediately when he asked, “Why do you smell… different?”

“Different?” I asked, my voice coming out raspy as it grew drier.

“Not like a typical werewolf,” he answered, his brows pinching together slightly.

My cheeks grew even hotter.

I wondered how much I should tell him. If he knew I was wolfless, he would think of me as weak and useless… he would discard me right away. Despite not knowing who he was, I had a sense that he came from power—that he was stronger than anything I could ever comprehend.

My decision to tell him was out of my hands, because his eyes narrowed at my face.

“You’re a werewolf, and yet I smell no trace of wolf. Are you wolfless?”

The word “wolfless” burned.

“Yes,” I whispered.

“What pack is this?”

“The Long Lake Pack,” I replied, my tone shaking slightly. “My Alpha is Anthony.”

His brows furrowed as he assessed my face.

“Why would a packmate of Anthony save me?”

His question took me by surprise, but what surprised me the most was the answer that came out easily.

“Because I know what it’s like to be alone…” I whispered. “To have to care for yourself and do what you can to survive… even if it’s just for a night.”

He was quiet for a moment, his body moving slightly, releasing the tension on me. I realized at that moment that I was no longer pinned and could move freely, though my body wouldn’t allow me to move.

“Who gave you those injuries?” He asked, taking me by surprise.

I looked away, not wanting to answer for many reasons.

For one, it was too humiliating to tell him that my peers and Alpha abused me for years, resulting in these daily injuries. On the other hand, I didn’t want him to think of me as a weakling, someone he could easily hurt.

I felt his penetrating gaze, and I realized he was looking down at my torn, ragged dress.

His frown deepened as he lifted his gaze to meet mine.

“The truth, Joanne. Who hurt you?”

The way he spoke my name made warmth spread across my body.

I swallowed hard.

“My Alpha…” I replied. “Anthony.”

His blue eyes darkened until they were nearly black, making me suck in a sharp breath.

His mouth hardened.

“Werewolves are disgusting.”

The words landed like a slap. I swallowed them down. I had kept him alive. The bandages, the torn hem of my dress, the blood on my hands—mine and his—and still he would look at me like that.

Before I could reply, a fist pounded on the front door.

I felt my entire body freeze as Alpha Anthony’s voice echoed through the cabin.

“Open up, bane!” His voice boomed through the woods as he yelled, “Search the cabin!”

The Alpha was at my cabin? But why?

The vampire moved faster than I could blink.

Suddenly, he was in front of me, shielding me from the front door as if his body could be a wall.

“No!” I hissed, scrambling to my feet. “If he sees you, he’ll kill you. He’ll kill us both. Go, please.”

His eyes flickered to mine, and I knew that he wanted to argue. But something in my eyes must have stopped him because for a moment, his expression softened.

“Thank you,” he said softly. “For last night.”

Another pounding blow shook the door on its hinges, making my body tremble with fear. In all the years I’ve lived in this cabin, Anthony never came here himself. He would always send someone to retrieve me if he needed to see me for something.

A visit from the Alpha could only mean one thing… I was in deep shit.

“Please,” I whispered again, tears filling my eyes. “Go out the back window.”

The man turned to face me entirely, his eyes pouring into mine as he dipped his head.

“I will repay the debt. Anthony will pay for what he has done to you.”

For the briefest moment, the world around me had slowed. It felt as if we were the only two in the area, and Anthony was miles away.

The earnest expression that the vampire gave me caught me off guard.

“Who are you?” I asked too late, the question tearing out of me on a whisper.

But the space between where he stood was already empty.

A breath of cold air lifted the torn curtain by the back window. The room felt suddenly larger, the shadows deeper, as if he had never been here at all.

The front door exploded inward.

…….

Alexander’s POV

I reached the border to Eboncrest within seconds.

My ability to teleport worked faster than usual, but I didn’t have time to think about why.

I moved quickly, trying to get further away from the border so I could safely reach out to my subordinate. We needed a plan of attack… we needed justice.

We were ambushed last night.

Silver nets. Wolf-steal. Ward-smoke that clawed at the lungs.

My guards dropped one by one, and I now knew who was responsible. The Long Lake Alpha, Anthony.

I killed the gamma that tried to collar me, just before I felt a bullet pierce my chest, and it nearly took me down.

I was weak and tired, not to mention humiliated. I was a goddamn vampire prince, and lowly werewolves managed to take us by surprise. Take me by surprise.

I was never going to let something like that happen again.

After the attack, I was too weak to teleport far, so I used the last of my strength to take myself somewhere safe. Somewhere I could heal until I could return to my territory.

I ended up in some kind of abandoned cabin nearby, though “cabin” might be too strong a word to use for what it was.

It was more like a shack.

There was a sleeping bag in the corner of the room and a few belongings, along with a chest, but besides that, it wasn’t anything special.

I found it hard to believe anyone lived there.

However, the fresh scent in the cabin was alluring and drew me in.

I would spend the night healing and resting, and then I would take action tomorrow.

Though with how weak I was feeling and how quickly I was losing consciousness, there was a chance I wouldn’t survive the night.

I surprisingly woke the next morning from the scent of honeysuckle and fresh rain.

I opened my eyes, wincing at the slight pain in my torso. I looked down and saw that I was wrapped in old rags. When I untied the rags, letting them drop to the floor, I frowned when I saw the poorly done stitches, closing my wounds tight.

I pulled them out without much thought, watching as the last of my wounds healed on their own.

I could already feel my strength returning to me; stronger than it’s ever been before.

I was about to sit up and leave when I felt movement.

Then, there she was… Joanne.

The reason I survived the night.

She was a werewolf in blood, but wolfless by nature. She was dirty and wore ragged clothes; however, her scent… her scent was nothing like I had ever smelled before. It alone gave me strength, and at that moment, I knew it was she who healed me.

It made me wonder what would happen if I had a taste of her blood; would it make me even stronger?

I shook the thought out of my head as I reached higher ground, further away from the borders.

I drew a sigil in the air. Shadows pooled, glassed over, and my subordinate Jame’s face formed in the mirror-dark.

“You’re majesty?” He breathed. “We’ve been searching—”

“How long would it take to rally the troops and march to Long Lake?” I asked, cutting off his words.

His brows dipped.

“It would take about a day, Sire…” James started. “But—”

“Prepare the black lances,” I ordered, my tone final.

Understanding flickered in his eyes.

“Sire, the treaty with the werewolf realm—an incursion risks—”

“Anthony broke the pact,” I said. “He crossed our lines and butchered my men. This is not an incursion. It’s justice.”

Suddenly, my mind flashed to Joanne, the girl who smelled like honeysuckle and rain. The girl who saved me.

A sense of unease and dread fell over me.

She was in danger.