Jasmine's life had always been a cage, and Alaric, her stepbrother, held the key. His control began subtly, a seemingly protective concern that slowly twisted into a possessive obsession. As the Alpha, his power was absolute. He dictated her friendships, forbade any romantic relationships, and stripped her of all personal freedom.
Her one hope was her twenty-first birthday—a milestone that promised to change everything. She fantasized about finding her true mate, breaking free from Alaric's suffocating grip, and finally living a life of her own. But destiny, it seemed, had a cruel sense of humor.
On the eve of her birthday, her hopes shattered. The person meant to be her one and only was the very man she despised—Alaric, her tormentor, her stepbrother.
The thought of being bound to him was a fate worse than death. How could she be mated to the man who had stolen her youth? A man who would stop at nothing to possess her completely? But in a world where love sours into possession and possession  draws blood, how far can one person truly run before they are forced to face the inevitable?

There were never protocols when it had to do with me.


I walked past the queue of people waiting to see the doctor, their tired eyes flickering in my direction as I moved through the hall like I owned the place—because, in a way, I did.


"This way, Alpha," the polite nurse who led the way said with a smile I barely acknowledged.


"Alpha Alaric." The doctor, who was in her early forties, greeted, offering me a seat.


"What brings you here today?" She asked. We both knew I didn't come here for checkups.


Wordlessly, I reached into my pocket and pulled out the small, unlabelled bottle, placing it on her desk.


Her eyes flicked to it then back to me.


"Tell me what these are." I said, barely containing the storm that was raging in me.


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