Paradise.
A place I’d only heard whispered about in stories too bright, too perfect, too impossible to be real.

Yet running for my life through the Forest Packs dragged me straight into the arms of the one place I never believed existed: Novaterra Pack.
The paradise of shifters.
The kingdom that rivaled human nations.
The home of the Alpha King himself.

And somehow… they accepted me.
A runaway. A branded traitor.
A boy with no pack number, no family, and a past wrapped in blood.

I told myself I was here temporarily.
Just until they figured out who I really was and tossed me to the wolves like I deserved.

But then I saw him.
The man with the red eyes.

Kastiel Novaterra.
The Alpha King who built paradise with his bare hands.
The one man I should never look at, never want, never crave.

His presence terrifies me.
His gaze burns through my lies.
And his scent makes my knees weak in ways I never believed were real.

Falling in love is the last thing I should be doing in a place that isn’t meant to be my home.
But the more I try to run from him…
the more Paradise itself pulls me in.

And Kastiel.
Kastiel never lets go of what’s his.

This date was one of the most fun dates I had ever been on. The place lived up to its name as a pasta museum. The interior was stunning, with high ceilings and elegant chandeliers that cast a warm, golden glow over everything. The walls were adorned with artistic displays of pasta shapes, each one carefully arranged to create a visual feast. There was even a glass case showing the history of pasta making, with ancient tools and documents that traced the culinary tradition back centuries. We walked around a little before taking the elevator to the private room we had booked. 


Chapter 313 - Date 2