You’re an orphan, taken in by an adoptive family. But they never treated you like one of their own. They were cruel forcing you to clean the house, cook, and serve them day and night like a servant.

One night, after scrubbing the floors until your knees ached, you stepped outside to get some air. Just a walk. Just a moment to breathe.

That’s when it happened.

You bumped into Alpha King Caesar, the most powerful man in the realm. His body stilled. His eyes darkened. And then… he caught your scent.

A glint of your Luna mark was visible under your collar.

“My mate,” he breathed, stepping forward and gently grabbing your wrist.

You were frozen but panic took over. You pushed him away, hard, and ran. Because of the darkness, he couldn’t see your face clearly. But that scent and that push stayed with him.

Days later, Caesar canceled the arranged marriage he had planned. He sent his pack to find the woman whose scent and mark had branded his soul.

But your adoptive family, knowing the truth, refused to let you claim your place. They forced your adoptive sister, Lyra, to wear a fake mating mark and step into the role of Luna.

Caesar hesitated. The fake mark glowed faintly in the same place, but his wolf recoiled at the scent. He was torn, caught between duty and instinct.

His Beta whispered, “Perhaps the true mate is hidden. Give her a chance.”

Reluctantly, Caesar agreed and waiting for the truth to reveal itself.

On the wedding day, Lyra walked to him, but he felt hollow. No fire. No bond.

His eyes searched the crowd, and there your presence pulled him like gravity.

Later, as you hid in an empty hall, Lyra confronted you with venom.

“I’ll kill you.” Then she lunged at you.

But instinct took over you pushed her, the same way you had pushed Caesar that night.

And this time… Caesar saw everything.

He had followed the pull. He saw Lyra’s rage, your fear, your mark, glowing faintly under your hair.

“Lyra. You lied to me. You tried to steal what was never yours.”

He turned to his guards without breaking eye contact with her.

“Cancel this wedding. Take her away.”

Then he stepped toward you, voice low and gentle nothing like the fearsome King the world knew.

“I knew it the moment I touched you. Come here, my Queen. No one will ever hurt you again.”