House Of Zeus

Chosen as the Cursed Alpha's Seventh Bride

Alibi

Emilia Taylor was the most unwanted daughter of the Frostridge Pack. She had no wolf, no status, and no one who truly loved her. After failing to awaken at the age of twenty-two, she was betrayed by her lover, abandoned by her family, and finally sent by her father to the Silver Moon Pack-to become Sebastian Simons' seventh bride. Sebastian was the Alpha everyone feared. Rumor had it that none of his first six wives had met a good end, and every woman who married him eventually became another name on the list of the dead. Everyone was waiting for Emilia to die. But they did not know that her failed awakening had not left her with nothing. Instead, she had gained the ability to read minds. She could hear the malice and lies hidden behind every smile. Everyone's thoughts were open to her. Except Sebastian's. She could not hear his mind, nor could she see through his secrets. When a wolfless girl abandoned by everyone meets a cold-blooded Alpha haunted by the mystery of six dead wives, will she become his next victim-or the only one who can break the curse?

Werewolf Fantasy Betrayal Flash marriage Alpha Royalty Arranged Marriage Substitute Bride

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Friday and the Shadows of Destiny

On Friday morning, Malik stood before the calendar hanging on the wall, slowly reaching to tear off a new page, as if each day recorded a destiny waiting to be revealed. He held the paper between his fingers and gazed at it thoughtfully. The date was clearly written:

Friday, November 17, 2025

Beneath the date, the day's wisdom was inscribed in small but weighty letters, as if it were a message from time itself:

"It is said that he killed ninety-nine people and entered Paradise."

From behind him, Daniel approached quietly and stood beside him, observing the paper in Malik's hand. In a quiet but curious voice, he asked,

"Do you believe that?"

Malik looked at him steadily, his eyes piercing the horizon as if seeing beyond the letters and numbers themselves. He spoke in a calm voice filled with certainty:

"I believe in only one thing... that something controls this world, deciding life and death. Death... always falls upon the weak." Daniel paused for a moment, then asked hesitantly, "Do you mean those ghosts you saw before?"

Malik smiled sadly, as if his experience with shadows had taught him a great deal:

Perhaps they are... or perhaps a force greater than themselves.

Daniel stared at him, trying to grasp the depth of his meaning:

- You mean... God?

Malik responded with an enigmatic nod:

Perhaps it is... or perhaps not.

At that moment, Rovan and Dima emerged from behind them, standing quietly beside Malik and Daniel, exchanging glances of expectant anticipation. Malik turned towards the balcony, then stepped out of the chalet with measured, deliberate steps. Rovan and Dima followed him nonchalantly, and Daniel arrived last, leaving the chalet door open behind them.

Malik sat behind the wheel, his eyes scanning every movement on the road ahead. Daniel sat beside him, while Dima and Rovan occupied the back seats, silent, tense, waiting for whatever this new day might bring.

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