Claimed By a Cold Alpha
Mara Ashfield has been strong for everyone else her entire life. Raising her younger sister, juggling two jobs, keeping everything afloat on her own — she doesn’t have a moment for fate, and she certainly doesn’t believe in it.
But fate doesn't consider your timetable.
When her car breaks down on a dark rural road, and she inadvertently wanders into the wrong woods while looking for phone signal, she encounters Damien Voss — tall, cold, disturbingly intense, and not fully human. He’s the Alpha of the Coldridge Pack, a man who hasn’t let anyone close in three years. The last thing he needs is a mortal female walking into his domain reeking of rain and something that makes every buried instinct he owns wake up at once.
What begins as a warning about something dangerous in the forest becomes something neither of them could have expected and can outrun. Because the danger isn't random — it had come after Mara in particular. And the why of that goes back twenty-three years to a father she never met, to a secret he died protecting, and to a wolf pack so powerful, and ruthless, that they would do anything to make certain that secret stayed buried for all eternity.
Damien has been telling himself for three years that he doesn’t need anyone. Mara has spent her life telling herself the same thing. But then he looks at her across a room full of wolves and says she’s mine like it’s already written in blood.
Claimed by a Cold Alpha is a slow burn werewolf romance about two stubborn, wounded people falling into something bigger than both of them – full with tension, danger, loyalty, and the kind of love that doesn’t ask permission.
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Chapter: Chapter Forty-FiveWe went to the sitting-room, where the light was better and she made me sit down on the sofa, and she examined my shoulder with that particular concentrated attention she applied to everything — not clinical, not detached, the attention of a person who cared about results and was using thoroughness as a form of caring.“Petra did a good job,” she said.“She always does,” I said.“Does it hurt?”“Yes,” I said. “Moderately. Not as much as this morning.”“Good.” She sat down next to me. Not diagonally across from me — next to me, the natural formation of two people who’d ceased their masquerade that side-by-side wasn’t the more honest approach. “It’ll be worse tomorrow.”“I know,” I said.“I’ll be here tomorrow,” she said.I looked at her.“You don’t have to—”“Damien.” The patient voice again. “I’ll be here tomorrow. That’s not an offer. It’s a plan I’ve made.” She held my gaze with the blunt directness of someone who no longer sought permission for things she’d already resolved herself
Última actualización: 2026-07-30
Chapter: Chapter Forty-Four“The Council proceedings for reparations,” he continued. “On a six-week timetable. Different panel, as Elder Voss said. We have already been documented. Rhen’s evidence package was—” He hesitated with the expression of someone who was about to pay a compliment that also happened to be a harsh assessment. “Thorough.”“It was,” I agreed.“The last of the Varen Pack,” he said. His voice slid a bit — the precise slide of someone reaching the part of the briefing that would demand more delicacy. “Forty-one wolves who were not Rokan and were not part of Rokan’s immediate inner circle. They’re in territory with no Alpha, a leadership system that has crumbled, and sixty thousand acres they no longer legally have.” He looked at his folder. “Twelve of them have come forward already with individual petitions to the Council seeking independent wolf status. Seven more are expected to follow.” He paused. “The other twenty-two — what can I say: . Some are going to try to reorganize under a new Alpha
Última actualización: 2026-07-27
Chapter: Chapter Forty-ThreeDamien appeared next to me.Shoulder taken care of — I could make out the exact manner in which Petra had strapped it, practical and effective. He was carrying a mug of something hot and staring at Lily now thoroughly engaged in a conversation with Cora and Ellis with the look he got when he was looking at something that validated information.“She’s going to be fine here,” he said.“She’s already fine here,” I said.“Yes,” he said. “That too.”We stood in the doorway of the pack house dining room on a Saturday afternoon in October in Coldridge and witnessed the very fact of a returned Alpha and his mate and a twenty-two year old who had decided she belonged here and was, characteristically, just going ahead and belonging.“Thank you,” I said.He was watching me.“For what specifically?” he asked.“For coming back,” I said. “For the lodge. For forty-nine.” I paused. “For the last three weeks.”He got quiet for a moment.“You came into my woods,” he said. “Everything after that was ine
Última actualización: 2026-07-25
Chapter: Chapter Forty-TwoCassius emerged from the east side of the court.He looked at me.I looked at him.“Alpha returned,” he said. To the yard. Formally - a certain senior enforcer confirming a status for the record. Then— less formally — directly to me — “Kaelith returned.”Something about those phrase attached together — with equal weight, with equal significance and rolled right off the tongue of the very wolf that had challenged my intrusion into this packs territory just three weeks ago -I looked at Cassius.“Thank you,” I told him.He nodded. The same nod as before— the nod with which decisions are reached, the nod with which decisions are filed. Then he left again for the east side of the yard, with the air of one who had uttered the necessary words and was now returning to the practical.Sasha emerged from the second vehicle — for the ride had been with Rhen, for two hours she had presumably been strategically patient riding with Rhen, and then staked out around from her left stand as one who had
Última actualización: 2026-07-24
Chapter: Chapter Forty-OneI looked out the window.At the passing scenery. At the particular quality of the sky that exists in that hour after a great morning when the world has returned to its usual rhythm and is simply moving on being the world no matter what.“He wants to come to Coldridge," I said. “When he’s ready. I told him that’s where the door was.”Damien was silent for a moment.“And what’s your reaction to that?” he asked.I thought about it honestly.“Like I left a door open,” I said. “Which is not the same thing as opening a door. The door exists. What occurs with it is still -- coming. But I'm glad it's out there.” I paused. "Is that—"“Yes,” he said. Before I finished.“You don’t know what I was going to ask.”“You were going to ask whether it was alright,” he said. “With the pack. With me. With the situation.” He gave me a quick look. “It’s all right.” With all of those things.”I looked at him.“Forty-nine is a flexible number,” he said. “In principle.”A warm feeling passed through my chest
Última actualización: 2026-07-23
Chapter: Chapter FortyTwo words. Home. Including herself in the word. Including Coldridge, the pack house, the twelve thousand acres, the forty-seven wolves who’d made her a name — in their language — including all of it in home without hesitation, without question. Something inside of me that I had been holding tight for three years — not consciously, not deliberately, just the pent up energy of a man who had decided that caring about something personally was the equivalent of being vulnerable to it and had been carrying that decision for so long it had become structural — let loose. Not loudly. Not dramatically. Just — released. Like a breath. Like something that is put down after having been carried a long way. “Yes,” I said. Rhen appeared at my right shoulder with his expression bland and a jacket that he offered without comment because the morning was cold and I’d moved and the jacket was practical and Rhen was always practical. I took it. Sasha came up at Mara’s left with the a
Última actualización: 2026-07-22
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