Accidentally Married To A Demon - Mila Young Page 0,56

all I could hear was my own voice bouncing back at me.

"Shit." I put the contract back down on the bed. "This is why I stopped practicing. So much drama, all the damn time! Why can't you witches just give it to people straight, no games?"

Again, there was no answer, and I shook my head, looking at the spot where my finger had been pricked.

At least I had the contract this time. Which meant that I knew what the terms of my imprisonment were.

"Rog!" I roared as loud as I could, sweeping the contract up. "I know you're the one behind this! Get out here and explain yourself!"

I knew he could hear me. And I would find him and make him explain it.

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Shadowlands Sector

They call me an outcast, weak.

I’ve fought my whole life for survival, running from an attack on my family I ended up hiding with the Ash Wolves. This one move might be my biggest mistake of all. And I’m the queen of mistakes…

I let them believe I’m broken, let them believe the lies. I let them believe anything they want…as long as it isn’t the truth.

There's a monster inside me, one made of teeth and claws and terrifying need. I swallow it down, hiding under the pretense of being normal. But I'm not normal. I'm anything but.

Bonding is the only thing that will save us—me and the Ash pack. Only I need someone strong enough to fight the darkness inside me…and savage enough to stay.

Will the three ruthless alphas help me...when they find out the truth of what I am?

Shadowlands Sector is book 1 in a shifter paranormal romance story for those who love strong protectors, wolf shifters, and steamy scenes.

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Prologue

Meira

The creak of the door alerts me to someone entering my room.

“Mama?” I roll over in bed expectedly.

But it’s Jaine, our neighbor. She rushes to me with wild hazel eyes and messy blonde hair, still in her blue nightgown with patches. Her face is pale, her breaths shallow and raspy. I remember the blood and tears drenching her cheeks when she first came to our settlement after the Shadow Monsters killed her family. It still scares me to remember the fear on her face… and now, she has the same look as she hurries into my room.

The hairs on the back of my neck lift, and I draw my blanket to my chest, a whimper falling from my lips. “What’s going on?”

“Meira, sweetie,” she whispers, breathing heavily. She is a bit younger than Mama, but already looks out for me. “Death stalks the day. We must be swift and silent now.” She chokes on her fast words as tears thread down her cheeks. There’s a glint in Jaine’s eyes, a window revealing a glimpse of her wolf lingering just below the surface. Her fear thickens the air in my room.

I shuffle to sit upright in bed, straightening my shoulders. “Where is Mama?” The morning light drenches my small room, and silhouettes darting past my windows outside. Their shadows are a frightening puppet show playing out across my drawn curtains.

They move fast.

There are too many of them. We’re made up of a dozen females hiding in this settlement from the danger outside. The ten-foot metal fences lined with barbed wire have always kept them out.

“Jaine, what’s going on?”

“The creatures are here.” She glances over her shoulder to the ajar door. “You need to hide.”

A chill fills my body. I hate the Shadow Monsters. I shiver, wrapping my arms around my pajama top and pants. We’ve been on the run from the creatures before, then Mama and I found this place. Our refuge. Or so I thought.

“I have to find Mama,” I whisper.

But Jaine never answers me. She just snatches my arm and yanks me out of bed.

Pain flares through my limbs from the sickness I’ve suffered since birth. I wince as a pain, resembling claws, drags over my flesh. Mama insists it’s related to my wolf side trying to come out. I’m already fourteen and still haven’t experienced my first transformation. I shouldn’t to be alive as a result, but Mama says I’m her miracle girl. For years we’ve