Lisa povWith a sense of impending dread settling over me like a heavy cloak, I watched as Jonas paced back and forth in front of me. His every step seemed to echo in the silence of the tent, each one bringing him closer to revealing his true intentions.I wanted to run to escape this nightmare, but I knew there was no way out. Whatever fate awaited me, I would have to face it head-on.Finally, Jonas stopped his pacing and turned to face me once more, his expression unreadable. “you have been chosen, Lisa Bonnet,” he said, his voice low and menacing.“Chosen for what?” I asked, my voice barely rising above a whisper. Despite my fear of the answer, I was still compelled to know my fate.Jonas smirked, a cruel glint in his eyes as he flexed his shoulders. "Chosen to be my mate, of course. You will become one of us."My heart sank upon hearing his words. I had been privileged to tales of werewolves who mated exclusively with their kind. The thought of a human being forced into such a uni
ASHER’S POVI had thought it was a brilliant idea to send Jonas, my brother, to the human village for the annual collection. I hoped that by exposing him to their culture and their kindness, he would learn to respect them as equals, not as enemies.Jonas had always harbored a deep hatred for humans, viewing them as weak, worthless, and undeserving of sharing our world. He frequently expressed his desire to eradicate them and to claim their lands and resources for our kind. He failed to understand that we needed them as much as they relied on us for protection.As the Alpha of our pack, I bore the responsibility of maintaining peace and balance among our races, a task that Jonas complicated with his reckless actions and words. However, as hours passed since Jonas’s departure, I began to question my decision. What if he stirred up trouble in the village? What if he harmed or even killed any humans?I tried to push these thoughts away, trusting that Jonas would behave himself and heed my
ASHERS POVI stood rooted to the spot, my feet as heavy as lead and my heart pounding like a drum in my chest. The air was thick with tension, and the silence in the room was almost deafening.Before me stood Kiara, my mate, her presence as startling as a bolt of lightning in a clear sky. I had thought her lost, swallowed by the cruel hands of fate, yet here she was, as alive and vibrant as the day we first met.Her eyes, wide and filled with surprise, were a mirror of my shock. We stood there, locked in a silent standoff, the air between us charged with a thousand unspoken words. My heart continued to hammer against my ribcage, a wild rhythm that echoed the chaos of my thoughts."Kiara," I managed to choke out, my voice barely more than a whisper in the heavy silence. "How are you here? How did you survive?" I wanted to reach out to her, to touch her, to make sure she was real. But I was afraid—afraid that this might be a dream.The girl I had believed to be Kiara merely shook her he
JONAS POVI watched Asher's face as he saw Lisa for the first time. His eyes widened, his mouth dropped slightly, and his breath caught in his throat. He looked like he had seen a ghost. And in a way, he had. Lisa was the ghost of Kiara, the woman he loved—the woman who had chosen him over me. The woman who had broken my heart without a second thought.I reveled in the sweet taste of revenge, a surge of power pulsating through my veins. The sight of Lisa, Kiara’s doppelgänger, was a torment to Asher, a deliciously cruel thorn in his side that would pierce his heart more deeply than any blade. No joy could compare to the satisfaction seeping through me. I was awash with a rush of power and pleasure, relishing in the knowledge that I was causing him pain and that I was the architect of his suffering.I had been plotting this for what felt like an eternity, ever since the day I stumbled upon Lisa amid the bustling human village. She was the ideal instrument for my vengeance, the flawles
JONAS POV“Lisa, are you listening?” I asked, my voice icy and authoritative. “These are the rules you must adhere to if you wish to survive. Acknowledge with a nod if you understand.”Lisa nodded, her eyes brimming with tears. “Yes, I understand,” she murmured, her voice barely above a whisper. She understood and accepted her fate as my mate. She accepted that she was Kiara, and above all, she accepted her insignificance.I felt a surge of triumph surge through me as I watched Lisa nod her head obediently to my rules. It was akin to a hot wave of adrenaline coursing through my veins, a victorious roar echoing in the depths of my chest.Finally, I had something in my grasp—a weapon, a tool, not of steel or stone but of raw, unadulterated truth—that could truly torment Asher. A weapon that could sear him with the same burning pain that had been gnawing at my soul, my constant, relentless companion all this time.All my life, our father, Alpha King Regan, has consistently favored Asher
LISA POV"Tell me again; what do you want me to do?" I asked, my voice trembling.Jonas leaned closer, his breath searing my ear. "It’s simple, really," he murmured. "All you need to do is impersonate Kiara, the beloved of my dear brother, Asher”“What? Are you insane?” I gasped, feeling the blood drain from my face completely, as if I had turned into a ghost.I couldn’t comprehend the depth of Jonas’s hatred for his brother or his desire to destroy him. Their shared past was a dark and tangled mess, brimming with secrets and deception. But one thing was certain: I was trapped in the crossfire of their conflict, a sacrificial lamb for their cause. Given everything that had transpired, it was clear to me who the instigator was between the two men.I flashed back to the moment Asher burst into the room. His eyes, wide with an initial shock, quickly softened into noticeable relief. He pulled me into his arms, his chest vibrating with a low growl. The sound was so primal that it sent shi
ASHERS’S POVI was engulfed by a whirlwind of emotions as I found Lisa in Jonas’s room. She was the spitting image of Kiara, my lost mate. How could this be possible? She had the same freckles on her cheeks and the same curve on her lips, but her eyes were a different color. Instead of the haunting emerald green of my dreams, they were a deep blue that pierced my soul.Was she just a coincidence, as Jonas insisted? Or could she be connected to Kiara, the love of my life? I found myself torn between hope and doubt, longing and fear. I yearned to believe that she was somehow linked to Kiara and that she could fill the void in my heart. Yet, I also knew that it might be too good to be true—that she was merely a human girl who bore a striking resemblance to my mate. Despite holding her in my arms, I felt no bond, no spark of recognition.She was neither my other half nor my soulmate. She was not Kiara—brave and fierce, a warrior who had fought by my side and ignited a spark of life within
ASHER’S POVStumbling out of Kiara’s parents’ house, the evening air did little to clear my head. ‘What’s happening to me?’ I muttered. The question hung unanswered as I descended towards my men, who promptly bowed before me.I ignored their greetings and mounted my horse, setting out once again. The world was like a watercolor painting, with its edges bleeding into each other. At the center of it all was Lisa—or was it Kiara? The uncertainty was maddening."Who are you, really?" I whispered into the void, half-expecting an answer, but was met with silence.I tried to focus on the path ahead, but my grip tightened around the reins of my horse. As I rode back to the pack, my mind was a whirlwind of conflicting emotions.Lisa's presence continued to gnaw at me, each moment spent away from her only intensifying the turmoil within. Yet, despite the chaos, a part of me couldn't help but be drawn to her.As I approached the pack lands, the sun began to dip below the horizon, casting long sh