I was never supposed to be his. Aiden is the Alpha I should fear—cold, powerful, and completely out of my reach. But the moment he finds me, the mark on my wrist awakens… and suddenly, I’m the one thing he can’t ignore. The bond between us isn’t just forbidden—it’s wrong. Because I wasn’t chosen by fate. I was created for it. And if the bond completes… one of us won’t survive.

She had nothing left to lose… except her heart.Desperate to save her dying mother, a young woman is forced into a marriage she never wanted—with a man everyone fears. Cold, powerful, and dangerously unpredictable, Adrian Blackwood is not the kind of man anyone would choose.But she had no choice.One contract. One year. No love.That was the agreement.Yet living under the same roof with a man who looks at her like she’s nothing soon becomes more complicated than she expected. Behind his cruelty lies secrets, pain… and a darkness that threatens to pull her in.And when hatred slowly turns into obsession, she realizes one terrifying truth—The most dangerous thing about this marriage isn’t him……it’s falling in love with her enemy.

A Novella of Rivals, Romance, and Risky DesignsSloane Sterling is the future of architecture—kinetic glass, sustainable energy, and bold, avant-garde structures. Julian Vane is its guardian—limestone majesty, perfect symmetry, and timeless Federal-style proportions. They have spent their careers at professional war, trading sharp barbs and competing for every high-profile contract in the city.When the city’s landmark "Founders’ Green" project faces a catastrophic budget cut, the Mayor issues an ultimatum: Sloane and Julian must merge their rival firms and co-design a single, unified vision, or lose the contract entirely.Trapped in a "forced marriage" of design philosophies, they are grounded by 8:00 AM meetings, late nights over blueprints, and too much espresso. As the deadlines loom and their initial hatred simmers into a surprising, professional respect, the line between fighting and flirting begins to blur. They are designing the perfect park, but they might accidentally blueprint a future they never saw coming.

The first time Amara noticed him, it was raining.Not the soft kind of rain that whispers against rooftops, but the kind that falls with purpose—loud, steady, impossible to ignore. She stood under the small shelter outside a crowded bus stop, clutching her bag, watching people rush past like the rain was chasing them.Everyone except him.He walked straight through the storm as if he belonged to it—unbothered, unhurried. His shirt was soaked, his hair clinging to his forehead, yet his face carried a calm that made Amara look twice.He stopped beside her.“You’re waiting it out?” he asked, glancing at the sky.Amara nodded. “I don’t like getting drenched for no reason.”He smiled slightly. “Sometimes the rain has a reason.”She didn’t understand what he meant, but something about his voice made her curious.That was how it began—two strangers sharing a moment beneath a leaking shelter while the world rushed by.⸻Days turned into weeks, and somehow, they kept meeting. At first, it was coincidence—same bus, same time, same quiet smiles. Then it became something else.Intentional.His name was Daniel. He spoke softly but thought deeply, always finding meaning in the smallest things. Amara was different—she lived carefully, guarded her feelings, and believed love was something people talked about more than they truly felt.Daniel changed that.Not all at once. Not dramatically.But slowly—like the rain.⸻One evening, the sky darkened again, just like the day they met. They stood together under the same shelter, closer now, familiar.“You know,” Daniel said, watching the clouds, “if it didn’t rain that day, we wouldn’t be here.”Amara smiled. “You still think the rain had a reason?”“I know it did.”She looked at him, really looked this time—the way his eyes softened when he spoke to her, the way he remembered small things she said, the way he never tried to rush her.“Maybe you’re right,” she said quietly.The rain began to fall.But this time, neither of them moved to hide from it.⸻They stepped out together.No rushing. No hesitation.Just two people walking side by side, letting the rain soak through everything—fear, doubt, the walls Amara had built for years.And in that moment, she realized something simple, something certain:Love doesn’t always arrive like a storm.Sometimes, it begins there.But it stays… like the rain—steady, patient, and impossible to ignore.