The Alpha’s Forbidden Coyote Mate
What if the greatest danger was falling in love?
Maryelle thought her summer in Rome, Georgia would be nothing more than supernatural combat training—a chance to rebuild herself after heartbreak. But fate had other plans.
When she meets Phantom, the enigmatic king of werecoyotes, sparks ignite in ways she can’t deny. He is powerful, magnetic, and the one risk she swore she’d never take again. Every heartbeat pulls her deeper into a love that feels both forbidden and inevitable.
Yet love comes with shadows. Phantom’s uncle, ruthless and power‑hungry, sees Maryelle as a threat to his ambitions. To him, she is unworthy of the crown’s heir—and her presence is a danger that must be eliminated. Schemes coil around her, loyalties fracture, and every choice carries the weight of survival.
Maryelle must decide whether to walk away or fight for the bond that could cost her everything. To love Phantom is to defy power itself, to stand against a darkness that would rather see her destroyed than cherished. But some risks are worth taking, even when the world says they shouldn’t exist.
The Alpha’s Forbidden Coyote Mate is a young adult shifter novel where romance collides with peril. It’s a story of passion and resilience, of secrets and betrayal, and of a love that burns brightest when danger closes in. With twists at every turn and a chemistry that refuses to be silenced, Maryelle’s journey will grip you until the very last page.
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Chapter: Chapter Thirty-sixPhantom’s POV The conference room hums with fluorescent light, the buzz overhead mixing with the restless murmur of reporters. The air is thick with perfume, ink, and anticipation. Cameras flash like lightning, each burst ricocheting off the paneled walls, momentarily blinding. The microphones on the long table hiss and crackle, amplifying every cough, every shuffle of paper. I stand at the podium, no longer a prince answering to another’s crown—now king. Every word I speak carries the weight of my people, every silence is dissected. Calm is my armor, restraint my weapon. “King Phantom,” a voice cuts through the noise, sharp, insistent. “Can you confirm who your chosen mate is?” The air tightens. Reporters lean forward, pens poised, cameras ready to capture the moment. My heartbeat is steady, deliberate, a drum I refuse to let them hear. I let the silence stretch, savoring the tension. Then I allow a faint smile to curve my mouth. “The revelation will be made when it’s time.
Last Updated: 2026-06-29
Chapter: Chapter Thirty-five I place a tray of Halo‑Halo on the table, the colors gleaming like jewels in glass. Another of my grandma’s recipes, perfected by Marja, who insists dessert is the glue that holds family together. The sweet chill of shaved ice and fruit seems almost ironic, considering the heat of the questions hanging in the air. “May we please get to the part of this evening where one of you explains who or what originally created werecreatures?” Anna asks, her tone impatient but curious, eyes flicking between us like she’s waiting for someone to finally spill the truth. “Once upon a time, there was a—” “No you don’t,” Shaw cuts in, interrupting me with a smirk. “This isn’t a fairy tale, so it shouldn’t be told as one. Which is why I’m telling her the story.” “And you think you can teach Anna about the history of werecreatures better than I can? You’ve been a werecreature all of what… five minutes? You know what, Shaw? Go ahead. Impress us with your epic storytelling skills.” I cross my arm
Last Updated: 2026-06-28
Chapter: Chapter Thirty-fourBy late afternoon, I try calling Phantom. Once. Twice. Three times. Each ring stretches like a blade across silence, cutting deeper when no answer comes. My pulse thrums, uneven, tethered to a voice that refuses to break through. Shadows curl at the edges of my thoughts, whispering possibilities I don’t want to name. Breath catches in my throat, fragile, as if the air itself resists filling my lungs. I tell myself he’s busy, that Rome emergencies can’t wait. But the quiet on the other end feels heavier each moment I don’t hear from him. I toss my phone onto the bed, muttering, “Fine. Ignore me. I’ll just host a supernatural dinner party and not overthink about you.” The sarcasm doesn’t soothe the ache, but it makes me laugh, and laughter is better than panic. The sound echoes in the empty room, brittle but defiant, like I’m daring the silence to break. By evening, I overhear Shaw and Israfil bickering outside the mansion Phantom had the keys sent to me before he left. The note sai
Last Updated: 2026-06-27
Chapter: Chapter Thirty-three Phantom’s kiss still tingles on my lips as I step out of the car, his gaze burning into my back until I vanish into the chaos of school. My pulse thrums, tethered to him even as lockers slam, sneakers squeak, and gossip ricochets down the hall. After last night, the noise feels cartoonish, like the world forgot how heavy everything feels when you’re caught between kingdoms and secrets. Shadows cling to the corners, whispering what I can’t say aloud. The classroom hums with chatter, voices overlapping like static. I spot Israfil and Anna, my pulse skipping, breath catching in my throat. “Seriously, people, I miss one day of school and all hell breaks loose?” I announce, referring to the witch‑made earthquake I heard rattled the halls while I played hooky. Apparently, that’s what tipped my mom off to my absence. I stride toward them, nerves buzzing under my skin. Training this summer was not only in another state but left me with little free time. Months have passed since I’ve se
Last Updated: 2026-06-27
Chapter: Chapter Thirty-twoThe drive feels shorter than it should. Phantom’s hand rests near mine on the gearshift, steady, unyielding, as if promising it will be okay. My mother’s voice still echoes in my ear, agitated and disappointed, but his presence beside me tempers the dread. The stuffed coyote sits in the backseat, silent witness to the collision course we’re on. The house looms as we pull into the driveway. Porch light blazing, curtains drawn tight, the air heavy with expectation. Phantom kills the engine, leans back, and studies the front door like it’s a battlefield. His grin flickers, restrained but confident. "Ready?" he asks, voice low, magnetic, carrying that dangerous calm that makes my pulse thrum. I swallow, nerves tangling with the remnants of heat still clinging to my skin. "She might not like you right away." His eyes narrow, shadowed but steady. "She doesn’t have to. You do." 🐾👑🐾👑🐾 The door swings open before we knock. Mom stands framed in the light, arms crossed, ga
Last Updated: 2026-06-26
Chapter: Chapter Thirty-oneThe rest of the morning unfolds without a hitch. No shadows of Rome, no ghosts of justice against Canum pressing against the walls. Just sunlight, bright and clean, spilling across the kitchen tiles as Phantom leans against the counter of his Airbnb rental, arms folded, watching me burn pancakes on the stovetop. "You’re terrible at this," he says, entertained, tone teasing yet amused. I flip the misshapen pancake onto a plate, grinning. "You’re welcome to try." He doesn’t move, doesn’t reach for the spatula. Just smirks, magnetic, as if the challenge itself is hilarious. "Happy to hire a chef. I don’t cook much. But I do excel at making commands." "Then command the syrup," I shoot back, tossing him the bottle. He catches it one‑handed, effortless, and for a moment the heaviness that haunted us in Rome dissolves into easy conversation and joy that feels too good to be true. His laugh is low, restrained, but it lingers in the air like music, filling the space with warmth.
Last Updated: 2026-06-25
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