I Watched in tears as my 'best' friend stole my wolf and claimed my mate. Shackled and standing in the werewolf council, I faced the farce. At 18, my life crumbled. Betrayed and exiled to the Rogue Zone, survival meant marrying a stranger. He vowed protection and revenge—just marry him. I expected to part ways after the contract, but he wasn't just a rogue. He was the heir to the throne, changing everything.