THE FRAGILE MASK
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She is not a Beta. She is a harbinger of ruin.
The pack led by High Alpha Dorian Volcan is a fortress of power and tradition. Yet, even within its walls, the greatest threats often wait in silence. Serra lives deep within the pack's hierarchy, disguised as a fearful, unremarkable assistant. Her truth, however, is that of a banished lineage—the last of the Red Alphas—and her entire existence is devoted to concealing the power behind her brittle facade.
Serra’s objective was simple: Discover Dorian’s ultimate secret and orchestrate his downfall.
But in the shadowed corridors of the grand library, Dorian’s lava-eyed gaze and his scent of oppressive rosemary begin to crack Serra’s mask. Dorian senses she is no simple lie; she is a dangerous contradiction.
Yet, Dorian, too, carries a hidden burden. While Serra sought weakness, she instead finds a catastrophic threat lurking beneath his dominant veneer. This discovery does not save her from the crosshairs; it thrusts her directly into the epicenter of his danger.
Now, these two adversaries are bound in a perilous engagement, playing the role of destined mates. Every touch is an interrogation, and every whisper is a lethal strike.
The rule is absolute: If this fragile mask of an alliance falls, either Dorian’s terrible secret will shatter the pack, or Serra’s quest for vengeance will become her own tragic end.
In this deadly game between the one who conceals power and the one who restrains it, whose mask will break first, and whose heart will follow?
The pack led by High Alpha Dorian Volcan is a fortress of power and tradition. Yet, even within its walls, the greatest threats often wait in silence. Serra lives deep within the pack's hierarchy, disguised as a fearful, unremarkable assistant. Her truth, however, is that of a banished lineage—the last of the Red Alphas—and her entire existence is devoted to concealing the power behind her brittle facade.
Serra’s objective was simple: Discover Dorian’s ultimate secret and orchestrate his downfall.
But in the shadowed corridors of the grand library, Dorian’s lava-eyed gaze and his scent of oppressive rosemary begin to crack Serra’s mask. Dorian senses she is no simple lie; she is a dangerous contradiction.
Yet, Dorian, too, carries a hidden burden. While Serra sought weakness, she instead finds a catastrophic threat lurking beneath his dominant veneer. This discovery does not save her from the crosshairs; it thrusts her directly into the epicenter of his danger.
Now, these two adversaries are bound in a perilous engagement, playing the role of destined mates. Every touch is an interrogation, and every whisper is a lethal strike.
The rule is absolute: If this fragile mask of an alliance falls, either Dorian’s terrible secret will shatter the pack, or Serra’s quest for vengeance will become her own tragic end.
In this deadly game between the one who conceals power and the one who restrains it, whose mask will break first, and whose heart will follow?
