Dare to strike a deal with the ruler of the Lycan world?

Lilah was once the Beta Luna of the powerful Silverfang Pack, but she was abandoned in a political maneuver. Now, her ex-fiancé seeks to strip her of everything—even the child she carries.

Cornered and desperate, she makes the most dangerous decision: an alliance with King Moises Rivera.

Moises is the strongest creature alive—his power is cold, ruthless, and absolute. He doesn’t need a mate; he needs a vessel, a Wolf Mother to carry his pure Lycan bloodline.

【THE DEAL】

He offers absolute protection and the power to destroy her enemies.

She offers him the sole heir to his throne.

The one unbreakable rule: Wolves and Lycans must never fall in love.

But as the fires of revenge ignite, and forced proximity turns their arrangement intimate, they discover their forbidden attraction is more lethal than any war for a crown. The Lycan Mark on her neck—a symbol of territory and possession—is only the beginning of her soul’s surrender…

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Lycan King x Wolf Queen

Enemies-to-Lovers / Forced Proximity

High-Stakes Political Intrigue & Ultimate Revenge

The Fated “Crystalline Wolf” Heir

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Chapter 1: The Scorned Heiress Returns

The collapse wasn’t a slow drift; it was a detonation. In the fourth year of my emotionally draining relationship with Jayden Lewis, the Pack’s Beta, the Silvercrest Pack was violently dismantled. My father, the Alpha, was crushed, and our territory absorbed by a regime far more predatory than ours. Our downfall was Selah Martin’s cue. The Gamma, Jayden’s eventual mate, had never wasted a breath on subtlety. “Now she’ll finally learn what it means to face some true hardship,” Selah had sneered into the pack’s shared mind-link, her voice dripping with triumphant malice. “It’s time for her to tame that spoiled, fragile temperament.” Jayden, always a pragmatist before a lover, took her words as his official mandate. He didn’t just break up with me; he systematically abandoned me in a hostile, non-Pack foreign city as a twisted lesson in humility. Four months. Four months of existing outside the hierarchy, fighting for scraps, the sheer brutality of it etching scars both visible and unseen. But my spirit, forged in that cold fire, refused to be extinguished. I returned to Paris, not as the weeping Alpha’s daughter they expected, but as a silent, resolved survivor. The expectation was that I would grovel for Jayden’s attention. Instead, I avoided him like the plague, using Joel Vasquez, a kind-hearted Delta, to return the last remnants of his expensive gifts. I had come back only to liquidate my past. Jayden, always obsessed with his image, had performed his relief for the Pack. “Finally got rid of that clingy nuisance,” he’d scoffed, a public declaration of his freedom. They didn’t know the cold, calculating resolve I’d built. Joel, the Delta, dropped me at the Pack House’s gilded lounge—a necessary formality. I paused at the heavy double doors. The air inside was dense with the scent of wolf musk, whiskey, and the cheap, heady perfume of privilege. From the threshold, I heard Jayden’s voice, low and dismissive: “Lilah Rivera’s changed. She seems… quieter now. Lost the spirit.” “That spoiled streak needed tough love,” a female voice agreed. “Gamma Selah was spot on. Who in their right mind would put up with her now, without her family’s status?” “My sincerest condolences, Beta Jayden, for having to deal with her for four years,” another added. Jayden’s response was a sharp, final smirk. “Tell me about it. She’s like a bad penny—always turning up.” His eyes flickered up precisely as the last word left his lips. He saw me. The room froze solid. Laughter died instantly, replaced by a ghastly, collective silence. Disbelief, shock, and a profound, intrusive pity filled their faces. Four months ago, I was vibrant. Now, I looked skeletal, my eyes hollow—the living embodiment of the hardship they had wished upon me. Selah, leaning possessively on Jayden’s arm, was the first to recover. Her red lips curled into a practiced, pitying smile. “Lilah, my dear. What happened to you? Come in, don’t just stand there…” I didn’t move. The old me would have exploded. The new me simply observed. My past drama had only solidified their resentment. I had learned the power of silence. “Why are you just standing there? Get over here,” Jayden snapped, his impatience and Beta authority flaring. I ignored his command and scanned the room, settling my gaze on Selah. The mocking triumph in her eyes began to twitch. “You’ve been through a lot, haven’t you, Lilah?” Selah pressed, trying to force a reaction. I met her gaze, utterly devoid of emotion. “I have,” I replied calmly. “But I’m not here to relive the past, Selah. I’m here to close it.” Jayden’s scowl deepened. He took a step closer, his Alpha-toned voice sharp. “You’re still as stubborn as ever. You are in no position to act like this.” I tilted my head, letting a small, dangerous smile touch my lips. “And yet, here I am, standing my ground. Funny how things change, isn’t it, Beta Lewis?” The silence was crushing. Jayden’s jaw locked. My strength, cold and earned, was a physical presence. “Enough. You are still part of this Pack, Lilah, and you will follow its rules,” Jayden commanded. I met his golden eyes, my resolve a cold, hard shield. “For now,” I said softly, the word a heavy promise. “But not forever. You should know, Beta, that I only came back to say goodbye.” I turned and walked out, leaving them speechless. My steps were steady. For the first time in my life, I was free, and nothing—not Jayden, not Selah, not the Pack—would stop me from forging my new path.

Chapter 2: The Severance of the Chain

The Beta’s study felt like a courtroom where I was simultaneously the defendant and the judge. I paused just inside the doorway, keeping my eyes low—a practiced, compliant gesture that masked the storm inside. The heavy air of the Pack’s hierarchy demanded deference, but I used the protocol to erect a wall between us. “Beta Lewis,” I began, using his title with careful, deliberate emphasis. “Thank you for the arrangement of the transportation.” Jayden, still seething from my public defiance, watched me from behind his desk. His dark eyes narrowed at the formality, his chest rising and falling beneath his tailored suit. His aura demanded I drop the title, demanded the old, weeping Lilah. He waited, impatient. “I came today for one specific reason,” I continued, ignoring his unspoken command. “To finalize the severance. I want to return this.” I produced the small, velvet box—a symbolic weight in my hand. Inside was the delicate, custom-made diamond necklace, the single most valuable gift he had ever given me. It had once represented a desperate hope that he might truly love me. Now, it was a physical chain. Jayden made no move. He remained rigid, his broad shoulders squared, his jaw tight. He wouldn’t accept the rejection. After an excruciating moment, I walked forward and placed the box on the edge of the desk. The soft clink was the sound of our past shattering. “Lilah, your hand…” The gasp came from the Delta standing near the wall—a small, involuntary cry of concern. Jayden’s sharp gaze snapped down. My hand, which I hadn’t realized was resting on the cold surface of the wood, was exposed. It was a roadmap of my suffering: deep cracks, blistered skin that had hardened into rough, dark scabs, the fingers permanently stiffened from labor and neglect. Shame, a searing, unwanted heat, flushed my cheeks. I snatched my hand back, burying it deep inside my coat sleeve. My wolf, a vulnerable ghost within, let out a tiny, wounded whimper of humiliation, but I violently suppressed her. I would not allow him to pity me. I forced myself to meet his eyes, pushing past the self-pity. “Beta Lewis, there is one last thing to be said.” His voice was a razor blade. “Be quick, Lilah.” “I must have been a crushing burden to you all these years,” I confessed, the bitterness of the words almost choking me. I needed to say it, to own the narrative of my foolish past, and then bury it forever. I offered him a final, empty smile. “I was immature, selfish, and stubborn. I apologize for the inconvenience.” I paused, letting the silence hang heavy. “It won’t happen again. The inconvenience is officially over.” I turned instantly, walking away from the Beta aura that was now thrumming with confused fury. I refused to look back. I was halfway across the room when his voice, low and absolutely commanding, halted me. “Lilah!” The single growl of my name was an order. I stopped, leaning on the doorframe for support. “You better mean it this time,” he warned, his voice rising with authority. “No more false promises of leaving. If you walk out that door now, you don’t get to come crawling back when life gets hard. Do you understand? Do not come back.” My wolf was screaming in pain, but I held firm. I didn’t turn around. I simply met the cold wood of the doorframe with the heat of my forehead. “Alright, Beta Lewis,” I replied softly, my voice steady, final. “I mean it.” I walked away, the soft clicks of my heels echoing down the hall—each sound a nail in the coffin of the life I was leaving behind. The pain of the past was now the strength of my future.