My Seductress Fated Mate

The Scars She Hid From The World

REGINA MCBRIDE

The heavy iron gates of the Wilderness Correction Camp groaned as they released me after three years of state-sponsored hell. I stood on the dirt road, clutching a plastic bag that held my entire life, waiting for the family that claimed they sent me there for "rehab." My brother, Brady, picked me up in a luxury SUV only to throw me out onto a deserted highway in the middle of a brewing storm. He told me I was a "public relations nightmare" and that the rain might finally wash the "stink" of the camp off me. He drove away, leaving me to limp miles through the mud on a snapped ankle. When I finally dragged myself to our family estate, my mother didn't offer a hug; she gasped in horror because my muddy clothes were ruining her Italian marble. They didn't give me my old room back. Instead, they banished me to a moldy gardener’s shack and hired a "babysitter" to make sure I didn't embarrass them further. My sister, Kaleigh, stood there in white cashmere, pretending to cry while clinging to her fiancé, Ambrose—the man who had once been mine. They all treated me like a volatile junkie, refusing to acknowledge that Kaleigh was the one who planted the drugs in my bag three years ago. They wanted to believe I was broken so they wouldn't have to feel guilty about the "wellness retreat" that was actually a torture chamber. I sat in the dark of that shed, feeling the cooling gel on the cigarette burns that covered my arms, and realized they had made a fatal mistake. They thought they had erased me, but I had returned with a roadmap of scars and a hidden satellite phone. At dinner, I didn't beg for their love. I simply rolled up my sleeves and showed them the price of their silence. As the wine spilled and the lies crumbled, I sent a single text to the only person I trusted: "I'm in. Let them simmer." The hunt was finally on.

Modern Revenge Scheming

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ELSA'S POV:

Putting my suitcase to stop, I glanced up at the mighty white building before me, stunned by its height and beauty and the way it glowed in the afternoon sunlight.

This was the house of Alpha Nathan, the Alpha of the Blood moon Pack.

Disregarding the churning voice in my head, reminding me the reason I was right there at that moment, I let my excitement run wide.

"Gracious good, I have landed myself a goldmine." I chuckled with delight and proceeded to knock on the big gate when it flew open and a Limo was about to be driven out.

The car stopped right beside me and the window of the back seat wined down, revealing a face as handsome as no one's I'd seen before. My jaw dropped at his beauty and I was pretty sure my eyes were about to pop right out of their sockets. I didn't even notice my mouth gaping because holy shit, this guy looked like he belonged in one of those Greek myth paintings or something, except with better muscles, of course, and a body that made any girl weak in the knees, but oh, his hair!

"Who are you!" His deep melodious voice broke me out of my trance and I instantly closed my mouth before stuttering, "E...lsa Welmat, the new maid."

The door flew open and he was out of the car, "I didn't realize my father would employ a beauty as a maid," He smiled, and wow, he could definitely break hearts with that smile alone. It looked so friendly and sincere that I couldn't help smiling back at him, "yes."

He held his hand out towards me, "I'm Ezekiel."

My smile suddenly disappeared when I remembered who he was. In my moment of excitement, I had failed to recognise him at first.

"You're to make sure the Alpha heir falls for you." Mr Graham's voice echoed back in my head.

With a sigh, I forced the smile back on my face, "Alpha Nathan surely makes beautiful babies." I knew if I was going to succeed in my quest the soonest, I needed to put my flirting skills into practice.

"And the new maid surely has a way with words." He smirked and regarded me for a while.

"I have sent words inside, you will be received well and make feel at home." He mumbled and as he was about to get back into the car, a cat ran out from nowhere and I instantly jumped on him, clinging to his neck like my life depended on it.

"The cat is gone now," he said, a hint of amusement dancing in his voice. I quickly released him and adjusted my dress.

I would be damned if I lost my composure and forgot while I was there.

Watching the car drive away, I took a couple of breaths and faced the building again. Walking through the gate, I met a man who led me to my new quarter.

The place smelled of lemon oil and cinnamon, which seemed to make me feel at home instantly. The walls had beautiful floral painted pictures, highlighting the welcoming nature of my new room. The decorator surely did a good job.

"I'll leave you to settle down, Ms Welmat." The man bowed and left.

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