Rolando’s POV
Power. That’s what I always craved.
Not love, not warmth—just the crown. The position. The respect.
And Graham… he was my way in.
He wasn’t a king. He didn’t have Liam’s strength or presence. But he had ambition—and me.
Together, we plotted. Twisted the path of fate with dark magic.
We found the witch. Paid the price. I became Liam’s “fated” mate—at least in the eyes of the pack.
A lie. A clever illusion cast by spellwork and shadows.
We even staged my accident. A ploy to delay the coronation. To buy ourselves time.
But fate? Fate had other plans.
Because that human girl ruined everything.
Olivia.
She didn’t just walk into Liam’s life. She took it.
The Liam who once looked at me with desire and duty now saw only her.
Her innocence. Her fire. Her truth. It burned
