Fractured Paths

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• Alpha's Secret Mate   The Alpha’s Choice

  Lucien stood at the edge of the eastern balcony, his hands gripping the cold stone railing hard enough to crack it. The wind whipped through his dark hair, but he barely felt it. His wolf was restless—snarling, pacing beneath his skin, demanding one thing: Go to her. He could still feel Aria’s fear. It lingered on her scent like smoke. It had been wrong—so wrong—to leave her alone after what Celine had done. But if he had stayed, he might’ve ripped someone’s throat out. Maybe even Celine’s.He was the Alpha King—chosen by blood, bound by destiny, revered as the protector of all. But when the moment came, he hesitated. He faltered. And in that silence, everything burned. He had failed—not just as a king, but as a mate, a leader, a legend. “Lucien.”He didn’t need to turn to know who it was—Celine’s voice slithered across the balcony like frost, elegant and controlled, each word laced with the quiet venom of a polished threat. “You're not sleeping,” she said, stepping into view. H

• Alpha's Secret Mate   Blood On The Blossom

  The dawn was bleeding over the kingdom like spilled wine, painting the castle walls in fiery streaks of red and gold that promised a new day but whispered of inevitable endings, as if the light itself carried the weight of all the secrets, betrayals, and heartaches hidden behind those ancient stones. Each ray seemed to burn with bittersweet hope, illuminating a world on the edge—caught between the fragile beauty of beginnings and the harsh certainty of what must come to pass.But inside, beneath the polished marble floors and silk-draped windows, a far darker storm was brewing—one that no sunlight could chase away, swirling quietly yet relentlessly, threatening to unravel everything that had been carefully built.Celine stood in the shadowed recesses of the royal gallery, her eyes locked on the fragile blossom of the cherry tree outside—its pale petals trembling softly in the morning breeze, delicate and fleeting, like a whispered promise that might be broken with the slightest touch.

• Alpha's Secret Mate   Beneath The Moonlight

  The castle was quiet at midnight.Too quiet.The kind of quiet that presses against your skin like a threat, curling into your ears and settling in your bones. The kind of quiet where secrets bloom in the shadows, whispering through stone halls, waiting to be found—or to find you first. It was the stillness before a scream, the breath before a storm. Every candle flicker felt like a warning, every echo like a ghost. The silence wasn't peace. It was a predator holding its breath.Aria couldn’t sleep—not that she really had, not since the announcement. The Royal Decree had sealed her fate. There was no escaping it now. The wedding would happen in two days. Lucien would belong to Celine. The kingdom would celebrate.And she would break.Alone.She crept out of her tiny servant’s chamber and wandered the outer gardens barefoot, letting the cold stone numb her feet and the moonlight paint her skin silver. The wind whispered through the trees, tugging at her long brown hair, and she tilted

• Alpha's Secret Mate   The Royal Decree

  Morning came wrapped in fog and judgment.The sun barely cut through the gray skies hanging over the castle, but the inner courtyard was already filled with murmurs, nobles, and soldiers standing at attention as Princess Celine stepped forward to address the court. Her gown shimmered with white gold thread, and her expression was regal, cruel, and victorious.Lucien stood beside her—silent, armored, and cold—like a statue carved from frost and steel, his expression unreadable, eyes fixed on the horizon as if trying to will her return. The air between them was heavy with unsaid words and tense anticipation. Aria was nowhere in sight, and the longer her absence stretched, the more it gnawed at the edge of hope. Not that she could be. She was hidden beneath the kitchens, tucked behind the stone ovens, her heart pounding in her chest as she tried not to cry. Magda had ordered her to stay hidden, and this time, Aria didn’t argue. Because this time, the court wasn’t just whispering about w

• Alpha's Secret Mate   The Princess Game

  The palace buzzed with anticipation. Silks were being tailored, wine barrels were uncorked, and the royal gardens had been stripped bare to decorate the grand ballroom with pale white roses—Princess Celine’s favorite. Because in two days’ time, the kingdom would witness the event of the decade: the binding ceremony of Alpha King Lucien and Princess Celine of the Eastern Moons. The alliance was meant to strengthen both territories and ensure peace across the bordering lands. But behind the scenes? Peace was a carefully constructed illusion—fragile, trembling at the edges, ready to collapse with the slightest push. Whispers filled the halls like smoke, and secrets passed between clenched hands and silent glances. Beneath the polished smiles and empty treaties, tension brewed. Peace wasn’t real. It was just the pause before the storm. Lucien stood before the tall windows of his war chamber, the dark velvet curtains billowing as storm winds howled outside. He hadn’t slept sinc

• Alpha's Secret Mate   His Mark, Her Shame

  The night air was cool against Aria’s skin as she slipped out into the back courtyard, her breath forming faint clouds in the dark. It was well past midnight, but the kitchens had run out of fresh bread for the morning rounds, and someone needed to run to the lower cellars to fetch more grain. Of course, that someone was her. She didn’t complain. She never did. Complaining would only bring attention. And right now, the last thing she wanted was attention—especially his. Aria’s steps were quiet against the stone path, her fingers clutched around the edge of her shawl. The stars above were blindingly bright, like a sky full of eyes watching her every move. She hadn’t seen Lucien in two days. Not really. Just brief flashes of him walking past in his ceremonial armor, his voice echoing down the hall during council meetings. But each glimpse was like a dagger sliding between her ribs. And every time she caught his scent—deep forest and smoke—it coiled around her throat like a noos