I didn’t have it all. I wasn’t well loved. I had a weak wolf. But I had him—my fated mate, the man I loved with my life. Ryan Crest was like the air I breathed. And then, on my twentieth birthday, everything came crashing down. He drugged me. Delivered me to a room. And by morning, he rained accusations on my head. I was rejected, betrayed, flogged, and thrown out—no trial, no justice, not even when the truth stared everyone in the face. My sister took my place. Pregnant with his heir. A scheme well planned. But from the ashes rose a cold Alpha—masked, dangerous, yet fiercely protective. With him, I carried a child of my own. And for the first time since my fall, I was certain of one thing: I would live. Protected. And maybe… loved.

Sent on a mission to assassinate the future Lycan council heir, only for him to turn out to be her mate. Sera Veylan was raised like a weapon before she was ever allowed to become a daughter. She was a trained blade in the hands of her father. Born into the infamous Veylan Threshold, Sera and her two brothers, Soren and Riven, lived by the blade and abided by its rules. Father is always right. No hesitation, no questions, no mercy—that's the rule. The mission that changed her life was to assassinate Alaric Kaed, the future Lycan council heir. A man who moved and dined with power and authority, but at his luna-choosing gala, the moon gave him a second chance: his assassin became his mate. Orders changed, a wedding was conducted, and an heir was born. Sera carried out every task exceptionally well. For six years, she changed, loved a man who ignored her, carried his blood, and gave him an heir. Even the coldest assassin couldn't survive motherhood and its charms, so she softened. But the deal breaker came on her son’s fifth birthday: the child was never hers but belonged to her sister, and her husband paraded her sister like a trophy, announcing them as his family while she watched from the sidelines. Worst of all, everyone knew—her brothers, her father, and the guests. Still, she was Daddy’s girl. She held her shit together, got into the car, and allowed herself to follow another order, hoping for a better explanation of why five years of her life were snatched away. But she never reached home. The two people whose backs she had, took bullets for, and whose wounds she bandaged. Pointed their guns at her. No remorse, no regret, just orders. Like her victims, she was shot and tossed into the darkness. Three years later, the same face walks back in like a ghost from the past. No recognition, a different identity, married to the lycan king. Karma or not, they will suffer. alpha leaders fell, politicians grovelled, and traffickers begged; one order and an entire bloodline were erased. But unlike others, she had a secret of her own. Every target was backed by her own investigations; children and pregnant women were a no-go zone for her.