LOGINThe office was a tomb of shattered mahogany and shredded velvet.Ahri stood amidst the ruins, his chest heaving, his eyes flickering with the unstable gold of a wolf pushed to the brink. The scent of ozone was all over the place.Raksha didn’t shrink since she was used to this violent side of the Alpha. Thanks to the sedative the doctor had given him, the pain and torment would remain under control for days.She stepped over a splintered chair leg, her face a mask of indifference. She walked directly into his space, her fingers hooking into his forearms. Her grip was tight and deliberately painful, forcing him to lock eyes with her."Stop it," she commanded. "Look at me, Ahri. You are unraveling over a ghost, and the pack is starting to smell your condition. If you don't pull yourself together, the Elders will invoke the Rite of Challenge. You’ll be gutted on your own dais before Inzinga even crests the ridge."Ahri let out a shaking breath, his wolf finally receding into the dark cor
The Moonlight Howl packhouse had totally lost its former glory.Once a symbol of strength, it now felt more like a prison filled with secrets and gossip. The air smelled of herbs and stale medicine gone bad.Alpha Ahri sat slouched in his chair, gripping the armrests so tightly his knuckles turned white. His powerful build had withered, his body shrinking as though something unseen was draining him. Each day, Omegas hurried in with steaming brews of valerian, moon-thistle, and potions meant to restore his strength, but Ahri waved them away with trembling hands."Get that filth away from me!" Ahri roared, his voice cracking like dry parchment.He swiped a bowl of dark liquid off the desk, the porcelain shattering against the mahogany."It does nothing! I feel like I'm turning to ash from the inside out!"The Omega, a young girl with terrified eyes, scrambled to clean the mess, her hands shaking so violently she dropped the rag twice."I… I'm sorry, Alpha! The healer says the mixture is
I had called myself a landslide, but as Oney’s lips brushed the sensitive pulse point at my throat, I realized I was just the shore waiting for the tide."You speak of landslides," he murmured, his voice a low vibration against my skin. "But you forget that I’ve spent my life standing in the center of the storm. I don’t fear the ruin, Inzinga. I crave it."His hands were no longer just holding me, they were claiming. His fingers pressed possessively into my waist before sliding up to hook into my hair, tilting my head back until I was forced to meet his gaze. His eyes were no longer the cold, analytical tools of an Alpha, at this moment, they were molten, fueled by a desperation that mirrored my own.I didn't try to pull away. I surged forward, my hands finding the lapels of his shirt, pulling him down until the space between us ceased to exist. When our mouths collided, it was a collision of two broken things trying to fill the hollow spaces in each other. It was raw, urgent, and hun
The Alpha stood way too close to me, and I could barely hid the heat that was crawling through my system.I really don’t know how he does this, but every time he was near, it was like the same feeling I’d had the first time I’d met Ahri. We were young then, and the mate bond hadn't fully bloomed, but there was a promise hanging between us that we couldn’t deny. We knew what was coming.But Diamond was silent.She never mentioned the Alpha as our fated mate, although she couldn't, not while the mark of Ahri was still there. Ahri, my murderer, the one who’d promised to keep me safe was the one who threw me into the ravine.But with this man, the air between us felt charged, ready to ignite. I could feel it in my smallest toe. He was impatient, our wolves, smitten with each other, forever nuzzling.“Why are you this close to the Moonlight Howl’s border, and why were you in such a casual talk with one of the pack members?” the Alpha asked in a dark tone. “Your scent is not
Britni’s words pressed into me, heavy as a stone lodged in my lungs.If Raskha was hunting the ‘architect’ of my return, she was digging into a grave that should have remained sealed. I instinctively touched the faint mark on my shoulder, a remnant of the tether that had once linked me to my mate. It throbbed, not with pain, but with a dull pulse because of proximity."What about Ahri?" I asked. "If the tether between us is still active, he has to feel it too. He can’t be that oblivious."Britni shook her head, her expression grim. She pulled her knees to her chest, her eyes distant as if she were seeing things that weren't there."He hasn't been seen in public since the last pack run. Raskha tells everyone he’s swamped with administrative duties, preparing for a major pack meeting, but the mood in the house is frantic. The pack feels the link with him flickering, like he’s… stalling. Or starving. Everyone is waiting for that meeting, terrified of what he’s going to announce. It’s lik
The border of the Moonlight Howl territory was a place where the trees seemed to lean away from the oppressive energy of my former home.Instead of just approaching, I surrendered to the earth. I submerged myself in a bank of cold, stagnant mud, coating my skin and hair until my own scent was buried under the pungent reek of rot and wet soil. It was an indignity, but in this game, masking myself was the difference between a successful strike and a shallow grave.I crawled to a limestone ridge that offered an unobstructed view of the packhouse.The familiar structure loomed in the valley, its windows glaring like dead eyes. Young warriors, barely out of their transition, moved with a cocky, unrefined energy, patrolling the grounds with spears and arrogance. I watched for minutes, eyes narrowed, searching for a flash of silver hair or a familiar, cruel gait. Ahri was nowhere to be found, and Raskha, my twin, was equally absent.My time was slipping away, sixty minutes and I had already
After Dora left, the room fell into a heavy silence. I managed to shuffle over to the cradle, leaning on the wooden rail as I watched Marrow’s chest rise and fall. He was so handsome, a perfect blend of strength and innocence that made my heart ache."I have to do this for you," I whispered to him.
The doors swung shut behind her with a hollow, final thud, sealing her inside the sterile room.I was left standing alone in the hallway, the oppressive silence pressing down on me like a weight I couldn't lift. My legs felt like they’d turned to stone, rooted in place as if the universe itself was
Alpha Oney of the White Fangs pack – Point of ViewThe borders of the White Fang are not just lines on a map, they are the bleeding veins of my territory, and I don’t tolerate anything daring enough to threaten them.For days, I’d been receiving reports of a lone wolf lurking in the neutral zone fa
Standing in front of the mirror, the full-length kind in the master bathroom, I was adjusting the lapels of my dark suit.It was a typical ‘power outfit’, the kind that practically screams, I have a plan, I know what I’m doing, and I definitely know where my birth certificate is. After a night fill







