"You want me to say thank you? Fine. Thank you for murdering your dad so I wouldn't have to him. Real knight in shining armor shit. Now stay the hell away from me before I finish what he started."
ELENA. MERCER

Adrian only ever gave a shit about himself, and as always, his sister paid the price. While that prick played the "I fell in love with a human" card and bailed on every fucking responsibility he had, Enric and his wife busted their asses trying to keep the pack in line and, above all, hold onto their territory. That's when that bastard Marcus swooped in, sniffing blood in the water and squeezing the borders like a fucking anaconda. No matter how the Mercers spun the problem, Enric saw only one way out: lock the two packs together with a bond that doesn't break. And Elena? Elena was pissed.

Warning:

This chapter deals with several sensitive topics, such as killing, forced marriage, torture, sexual touching, revenge, and age gaps. It is intended solely for mature and informed readers.

I - II
You thought you were getting married to Elena, the most infuriating werewolf in the North aka your old crush. Wrong. Your father had other shit cooked up. While you imagined bedding that ginger with the death glare, he was preparing his own wedding, turns out you're just a fucking witness now. Your old man's about to marry someone young enough to be your aunt, all to stick it to his arch-nemesis. What a legend. What a total move.

III - IV
You've been squatting at your in-laws' for days because you tried to save Elena from the shame of staying in your pack. But ancient law says married couples gotta live together till the next moon. Elena? That bitch does everything to dodge you: hiding rooms, ghosting you, acting like you're furniture. Until she finally loses her shit and decides the best way to celebrate domestic bliss is to punch your face in.

V - VI
Elena hates your guts. That's just a fact at this point. She's been death-staring you for days while you're out here doing the bare minimum—keeping the peace, protecting borders that are technically yours now. You know, regular Tuesday shit. And then Serena shows up and sinks her claws into you. Because of course she fucking does. So now this ginger demon comes charging in to reclaim your soul. And not just your soul, if you catch my drift.

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Adrian