Alpha Power Unleashed

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• Her Alpha's Secret   Marked

  NovaAlex’s hands roam my body with a newfound intensity, fingers gripping, pulling, claiming. I gasp, my nails dig into his back, desperate to pull him closer.He strips out of the rest of his clothes in seconds. My thighs fall open instinctively, and he settles between them, his hand guiding himself to my entrance, teasing me with the head of his cock.He drags it through my slick folds, slow, deliberate, groaning at the feel of me. I writhe beneath him, trying to push down, to take him in, but he holds me still. “Patience, love.”He presses in, just the tip at first, stretching me inch by agonizing inch. His jaw clenches, muscles trembling with the effort to stay slow.“Fuck, Nova…” he groans, burying his face in my neck. I cling to him, legs wrapping around his waist, heels digging into the small of his back, urging him deeper.He obliges.One powerful thrust, and he’s fully inside me.We stay like that for a heartbeat—still, connected, overwhelmed—until I shift beneath him, nee

• Her Alpha's Secret   Hope Built From Ruin

  AlexIt’s been a shitty two months. Absolutely fucking shitty.The pack is still grieving the devastating losses from the battle. No, war. Because that’s what it was. Wolves and Wendigos, witches caught in the middle. And even though we won, it sure as hell doesn’t feel like a victory.The funerals were awful. Every single one of them. But my father’s funeral… and Nate’s?They were fucking unbearable.It’s still painful. It still doesn’t feel real. The Oracle Pack lost their Alpha, but I lost my brother. My father. And the worst part? We never got to fix things. Never got to talk—really talk—before he died. Now, all that unresolved shit is just sitting there, rotting in my chest, with no way to make it right.And Nate...I still catch myself waiting for one of his dumb jokes, expecting to turn around and see that shit-eating grin. But he’s gone. And the house is too quiet without him. The world is too quiet without him.Selene is broken. Isolated.She’s barely speaking, barely sleepin

• Her Alpha's Secret   Magic Made of Mourning

  Alex Nova and I finish at the hospital, and the silence that follows is almost suffocating. The witches have all been checked, their exhaustion evident in their faces, but they’re recovering. The battlefield is cleaned up, but it’s the morgue that lingers in my thoughts—the full, heavy weight of the bodies there. The warriors who didn’t make it are now lined up in the cold, sterile room. And the warriors who did survive are scattered between the hospital wards, still fighting through their injuries.The Oracle warriors who can are making their way back to the pack tomorrow morning. The rest will stay here, their recovery continuing under the care of the Arcane pack’s healers. It’s a strange feeling to know that our fight is over, but the damage it’s left behind will take much longer to heal.Nova and I have agreed that it’s best for me to go back to the Oracle pack during the immediate aftermath. She needs to stay here, to hold this place together, and I understand that. But I hate th

• Her Alpha's Secret   Ashes of the Arcane

  AlexThe battlefield is silent.Not peaceful. Not victorious. Just… silent.The only thing I feel through Nova's bond is relief.Overwhelming. Crushing. Relief.And I feel it, too.Not because we’ve won.But because it’s over.Because Raven is dead.Because there is nothing left to fight.But at what cost?Injured warriors are being rushed to the pack hospital, some limping, others being carried.Omegas move among the fallen, covering bodies with sheets.The witches, exhausted and drained, summon the last of their magic to set the Wendigo corpses ablaze.And Nova—She stands there, watching her sister’s body burn.I don’t know what’s going through her head, but I don’t push.I just wait.When the flames swallow what’s left of Raven, she turns.And walks straight toward me.My wolf moves without hesitation, pressing against her side.She closes her eyes for just a moment, resting her head against my side, breathing.Then, without a word, we turn away, running toward our room.Together.

• Her Alpha's Secret   Torn & Triumph

  AlexSelene is not thinking.Not clearly, at least.Her magic is burning too hot, raw grief twisting it into something unstable, unpredictable. Dangerous.She screamed, and the earth cracked open beneath us.The witches are struggling to contain their own power, the wolves are stumbling, the Wendigos are snarling in confusion.And she doesn’t stop.Doesn’t even notice the way the battlefield is shifting around her, the way her own body is glowing with unchecked magic. A black glow beneath her skin.She’s going to burn herself out.Or she's going to kill everyone else.She’s pregnant, for fuck’s sake.She needs to leave, before she kills herself—before she kills her own child."Aurora!" I don’t have time for gentleness. “Get her out of here—now.”Aurora hesitates for half a second, staring at Selene like she’s afraid to get too close. She should be.But there’s no time.Selene’s power is ripping through the battlefield.The ground beneath her feet is blackened, charred. Even the Wendig

• Her Alpha's Secret   Daughter of Divine Wrath

  NovaI wake not with breath but with instinct.There is no pain. No blood. No battlefield.Only silence… and the soft thud of my paws against smooth, polished marble as I stand up.I’m in wolf form. My body is whole but weightless. The hallway stretches endlessly in both directions, glowing white with veins of moonlight threading through the stone beneath me. The walls rise like cliffs, carved with images that shimmer faintly as I pass.I slow at the first carving.A woman cloaked in starlight, her hair a cascade of silver strands, eyes glowing like the full moon. She holds a bow in one hand and a crescent blade in the other. Her expression is fierce, protective, and divine.Diana.The Moon Huntress. The protector of wolves. My goddess. The power I feel pulsing in my chest, in my bones, belongs to her.I step further.Next to Diana is another figure. Taller. Darker. Wrapped in shadows and swirling smoke. Her eyes are blindfolded with silk, yet I feel them watching me. Her skin gleams