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 SevenMara’s POV I didn't sleep over at the pack house.That seemed important to get straight — not that anyone had told me to, or offered, or suggested in any way that would require a response. But because when the room had finally come to a rest after Damien’s announcement, after Cassius had made his measured retreat and Sasha had uttered that sound that might have been a laugh in another world, after Rhen had arrived in the doorway with his absolutely neutral expression — someone had quietly shown me to a guest room at the end of the east hall and I had perched on the edge of the bed for forty minutes or so staring at the wall before I made the decision that spending the night in a house full of werewolves on a Thursday night was a bridge too far for one week.At midnight I drove home.Lily was asleep. I stood in the kitchen in the dark drinking a glass of water looking at the window over the sink thinking about a man who had looked at me before his entire pack and stated 'she’s mine' w
Última actualización: 2026-06-16
Chapter: Chapter SixDamien’s POVThey were scouts.Three young wolves — hardly out of their first shift by the smell of them, out to mark the territory boundary and gauge the response time. Not a real threat. A message. Whoever was stirring in those eastern woods wanted us to know they were organized enough sending out advance units, and confident enough to cross the line anyway.I set them free.Not because of care. Because of calculation –a dead scout told you nothing. A scared one ran home and reported to whomever sent them, and the reply to that report will tell me more than I can learn from a border in the night.Rhen didn’t need to be told. He drew back the perimeter wolves, and we watched the three scouts melt into the eastern dark with their message delivered and their fear fresh.Then I turned back toward the house.And that thing that had been lurking beneath every tactical thought for the past twenty minutes… that thing I had been running around in circles trying to figure out in my head… well
Última actualización: 2026-06-10
Chapter: Chapter FiveMara’s POVI made it three days.Three days of normal — work, Lily, groceries, cleaning the office on Tuesday, doing the budget on Wednesday, the budget that never quite balanced. Three days of my phone lying face-up on the counter like I wasn’t expecting it to ring or alert me to anything in particular. Three days looking at a grey-black wolf on a ridge in the dark in the rain and the thing I’d said out loud without permission.“You’re beautiful.”Like I said. Out loud. To a werewolf. I had a hell of a talk with myself about it on the drive home, and a half dozen since then, and the take-away from all of them was that I needed to get a whole lot more control of myself before I wound up in a place where I couldn’t pull myself out.Then Damien had texted Thursday morning.“I need you to meet my pack.”I had stared at that for a long time. “Why,” I sent back.“Because they know you exist, and they know you exist in my world. In our world, that means they must see you with me. It estab
Última actualización: 2026-06-10
Chapter: Chapter FourDamien’s POV I told myself I was doing this because she needed to know.That was the only reason I sent out the text. The only reason I gave her the coordinates to the east ridge overlook, rather than just texting her what she needed to know and ending the conversation was.. Information could have been passed in a paragraph. For that you don’t need to be here. It didn’t require me to get to the Ridge twenty minutes early, to watch the last light go out over a sky I knew as well as any knew exactly which side her car wouldn’t be coming from.Information was an excuse. I knew that. I used it anyway.Rhen hadn’t said anything when I let him know. He had merely regarded me with those cautious dark eyes, and then looked purposefully away, which was in some way worse than anything he could have uttered.“The eastern threat is still unidentified,” I informed him.“She’s already been targeted once. Keeping her informed is a tactical choice.”“Absolutely,” Rhen said, to the window.“It is.”“
Última actualización: 2026-06-04
Chapter: Chapter ThreeMara’s POV I took Route 9.Of course I took Route 9. It was the only road that led straight from my apartment to the supermarket, the pharmacy, and the second job I had picked up on Tuesday mornings cleaning offices downtown. Avoiding it would have added 40 minutes to my schedule that already was tightly packed.That’s what I told myself. I was very good at telling myself things.I didn’t tell myself why I had looked at my phone four times before I left the apartment. Or why I’d stood in front of the bathroom mirror an extra two minutes for nothing, doing nothing to my appearance and then getting annoyed with myself for those two minutes.Lily had been watching me from the kitchen table over her cereal bowl, wearing that particular look she’d been rehearsing since she was fourteen… the one that translated “I see you but I’m not going to say anything just yet I’m filing this away.”“You look different,” she said.“I look exactly the same.”“Your jaw is doing that thing.”“My jaw doesn
Última actualización: 2026-06-04
Chapter: Chapter TwoDamien’s POV I didn’t sleep. That was typical. I hadn’t had a good night’s sleep for three years… not since I had made the choice that cost me everything and made sure someone else didn’t have to pay that price. Sleep demanded a silent mind. It had been a long time since my mind was not quiet. But that night was different. I lay on top of the sheets, in the dark, staring at the ceiling at a woman named Mara who didn’t know how to lie about her own name. That’s the first thing that threw me. When they were terrified, most humans lied immediately. A reflex. Sarah. Emma. I’m not telling you. Something to create distance. She’d looked at me with those dark, tired eyes — the eyes of someone who had been holding shit together by herself for too long and she’d told me the truth without appearing to wobble. “Mara.” I pressed the back of my hand to my mouth and looked up at the ceiling more intently. I was the Coldridge Pack Alpha. Forty-seven wolves. Twelve thousand acres of land. A r
Última actualización: 2026-06-04
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