Mated to my Sister’s Killer

(Adeline’s Point of View) I wasn’t supposed to be here. Bloodmoon Pack was enemy territory—the stronghold of the man I swore to kill. But revenge didn’t care about borders. I bent down in the shadows, my heart beating against my ribs. I was tense and alert. The cold air slipped through my stolen cloak, but I didn’t care. Pain was nothing compared to what I had to go through. My eyes stayed locked on the towering packhouse ahead, its massive structure standing like a fortress beneath the moon. That was where he was. Alpha Damian. The man who killed my sister. The man whose life I came to end. The plan was simple: Get in. Get close. Kill him. I had trained for this moment. Three years of running, hiding, sharpening my body into a weapon. I buried my old self—the weak girl who once believed in mercy. Now, there was only vengeance. A loud sound brought me back to the present. I hid myself deeper into the bush, my fingers holding the handle of the dagger strapped to my thigh tightly. Two warriors walked past me, their boots making a crunching sound on the frozen ground. “I dislike this,” one of them complained. “Why would the Alpha agree to let rogues in?” His partner scoffed. “You want to question him? Go ahead.” The first man shuddered. I almost smiled. Even his own men feared him. That made two of us. But fear would not make me stop tonight. I waited for them to progress further down the path before coming out of my hiding spot. Every movement is calculated. Every breath is measured. The packhouse loomed ahead—iron gates, stone walls, guards at every entrance. A fortress built to keep enemies out. But I had studied it for days, watching, memorizing the weak spots. And I found one. The servants’ entrance. A narrow side door, hidden from view. It rarely had warriors stationed there—only house attendants coming in and out. This was my chance. I ran quickly across the open area, my heart beating fast. My boots made almost no noise on the wet ground. I felt energized and alert, like I could do anything making me faster, sharper. Every step brought me closer. Closer to the monster who destroyed my life. I grasped the doorknob— And then a deep, spine-tingling growl rumbled behind me. My blood froze. Slowly, I turned back. A big black wolf stood in the darkness,golden eyes fixed on mine. Its presence swallowed the night. Muscles flexed under its sleek fur, its lips curling back over shining white fangs. I was rooted in place. I couldn’t draw a breath. Because I knew those eyes. Those eyes haunted my nightmares. Those eyes belonged to him. The moment both our eyes met. I felt a very sharp pain through me. It was like a fire ignited in my chest, spreading through my blood. My knees almost gave away. My vision blurred. And then, after three long, silent years, my wolf howled. Mate. No. No. No. No. This couldn’t be happening. Not him. Not Alpha Damian. This was a mistake. Some kind of cruel trick. But the bond didn’t lie. This must be a mistake. Some kind of cruel joke. But the bond did not lie. I stumbled back, gasping for air, my body trembling. It was like something was blocking my throat, a feeling I couldn’t escape. Damian turned back before my eyes, his massive wolf shrinking, bones cracking, skin reforming. Within seconds, the beast was gone— And a man stood in its place. A man I had spent years dreaming of killing. Broad shoulders, brown eyes, dark hair tousled from the shift. He was built like a brick house, with no shirt on, and muscles that looked like they were about to burst. He looked like a total badass. I hated him. “Who are you?” he asked. His voice was deep and sharp. I swallowed hard. I had planned for everything. For guards, for battles, for blood. But not this. Not him. I had to move. I had to run. I had to get out of here. But then I caught his smell-smoky, wild and really strong. It made me shiver, and before I even thought about it my body reacted. Damien looked at me, and he frowned. “Answer me.” I forced my lips to move. “I’m… I’m a rogue. I came seeking refuge.” The lie burned my tongue. His eyes darkened. “You are lying!” The words slammed hard into me, and my stomach twisted into a knot. How? How could he tell so easily? I didn’t have time to think. He moved. Fast. Before I could think, his hand was wrapped around my neck. It was not tight enough to suffocate me to death, but it was strong enough to remind me who he was and who had the upper hand. A shiver coursed through me—not from fear, but from something deeper. The connection between us sparked, electric and intense. My heart was racing in my chest, like a traitor. Damian came closer, his breath warm on my cheek. “I’ll ask you one more time,” he said calmly . “Who are you?” I should have begged for mercy. I should have played the frightened rogue. But I had spent three years running. Three years surviving. Three years waiting for this moment. I would not give in. I lifted my chin,looking him straight in the eye, I smiled and said, “Why don’t you find out?” For a moment, there was just silence. Then— His grip got tighter. His golden eyes burned into mine. And I knew. I wasn’t leaving their Bloodmoon pack tonight.