THE CURSE OF THE FIFTH MATE
One white wolf. Five fated mates. One curse that could destroy them all.
Veyra Hale has lived her entire life in secret. Born a rare white wolf-an omen of prophecy and peril-her very existence is forbidden. Only her family knows the truth, and they've spent decades keeping her isolated, her powers dormant, her heart guarded.
But fate doesn't care for secrets.
On her twenty-second moon, the bonds begin to stir. One by one, her mates find her: a fierce warrior, a loyal Beta, a cunning Gamma, and a gentle Omega-each from rival packs that should never cross paths, let alone share the same mate. Passion ignites. Loyalties are tested. And through it all, a terrible truth looms: no wolf has ever survived the claiming of five bonds.
Because the fifth mate... is a death sentence.
When Zarek Vorn, the cold and ruthless Alpha known as the Mad Wolf of the North, crosses into her life, everything shifts. Their connection is instant. Irresistible. And utterly dangerous.
But something darker stirs beyond desire-a secret cult once sworn to eliminate all white wolves is rising again. And when whispers of Veyra's many mates spread beyond the trees, the world begins to hunt her.
Love will bind her.
Betrayal will break her.
And destiny will either crown her queen... or consume her whole.
A heart-wrenching, steamy, and breathtakingly emotional saga of forbidden love, shattering secrets, and the power of a bond forged in moonlight.
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Chapter: RUNES AND REVELATIONSThe air was quiet when Rune appeared again, like the world itself held its breath for him.Veyra found him where the trees whispered the oldest secrets—beneath the great silver elder tree, its bark pale and etched with scars older than memory. Rune sat cross-legged, hands resting gently on his knees, his face tilted to the sun-dappled canopy. His wolf presence was still, yet vast, like a lake untouched by wind."You came," he said softly, without opening his eyes."I always come," she replied, her voice no louder than the breeze.He gestured for her to sit, and she lowered herself beside him. Silence stretched between them, not awkward but sacred.Rune finally opened his eyes, and Veyra's breath caught. His gaze was different today—deeper, shadowed by something that hadn't been there before."You feel it, don't you?" he asked, his voice slow, deliberate.She didn't answer. She didn't need to.He reached into the pouch at his side and withdrew something wrapped in violet cloth. "This,"
Last Updated: 2025-05-06
Chapter: WOLVES AND WALLSThe late afternoon sun spilled golden streaks across the clearing just beyond Moonfang's inner grounds, where shadows were long and eyes were watchful. Veyra Hale stood at the edge of the woods, hands buried in her cloak pockets, breath shallow with tension. The air vibrated with the presence of wolves not her own. Four, to be exact. Four mates. Four bonds. Four storms inside her.They had found reasons—diplomatic, personal, and fabricated—to remain close. Kael, the Ironhowl warrior, had volunteered for temporary defense drills with Moonfang sentries. Zevi, the mischievous Gamma from Hollowcliff, claimed he was studying border security. Rune, quiet and ghostlike, continued aiding the healers. And Lioren—Ashfang's Beta—had simply said nothing, his icy presence lingering like morning frost.Veyra felt them like a compass splitting in four directions, each tug demanding, consuming, dangerous."Veyra!" Kael's voice cracked through the air like thunder.She turned just in time to see him s
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Chapter: ECHOES OF A CURSEThe full moon hovered like a glowing sentinel above the Moonfang Pack's territory, casting a silver sheen across the sacred grounds nestled deep within the woods. The trees swayed with a ghostly hush as if whispering secrets to the stars. The air buzzed with anticipation—an unspoken energy that crackled beneath the solemn stillness of the ritual night.Veyra stood cloaked in the crowd, heart pounding, her eyes trained on the flickering fire at the center of the moon-circle. Though she wore a hood that shadowed her features, she could feel the weight of unseen eyes—some curious, some cautious, and one pair...watchful in a way that made her skin prickle.She didn't belong here. Not in the open. Not where whispers could catch fire.But tonight wasn't about her—it was about tradition. The full moon ritual was sacred to all packs. A time of renewal, blessing, and balance. It was one of the few events where even the isolated Moonfang allowed outsiders to enter the fold—under tight supervisi
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Chapter: THE FOURTH AWAKENSThe firelight in the Hale hearth flickered like a heartbeat, casting dancing shadows across the stone walls. Veyra sat cross-legged on the floor, staring into the flames, her fingers absently tracing the hem of her wool cloak. The house was quiet—too quiet. Her father and brother were out on patrol again, and her mother, Maelin, moved silently in the adjoining room, stirring herbs into vials and whispering incantations to ease the lingering illness that still clung to parts of the pack.But Veyra's silence had nothing to do with the sickness. It had everything to do with the white wolf she saw in her dreams.The fourth bond had changed something inside her. Rune's touch hadn't just sparked the connection—it had unlocked a deeper part of her soul. Since that moment, her dreams had become a realm of moonlight and magic. Every time she closed her eyes, she found herself standing in a forest of silver trees, her paws—white as fresh snow—crunching softly beneath her. She wasn't just seeing
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Chapter: RUNE OF THE WILDSThe disease came like a whisper on the wind, silent and unseen. One day the pups were laughing under the trees; the next, they were coughing, burning with fevers no healer could name. The sickness spread with cruel precision through the Moonfang Pack, sparing no den or warrior's quarters. Veyra had watched it unfold from the safety of the outer territory, her heart clenched with helpless fear as her people—though they barely knew her—suffered.Two weeks had passed since the first wolf fell ill. Maelin had been working day and night with the Moonfang healers, pouring through ancient tomes and crushed herbs, casting spells of protection on the borders of their home. Veyra had helped quietly, cloaked and hidden, boiling roots, scrubbing cloths clean of blood and vomit. She had seen children limp in their mothers' arms, warriors too strong to break now collapsed and shivering. It was a strange kind of war, one without a visible enemy—but it was a war all the same.When the Thornswell Pack
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Chapter: LAUGHTER AND LIGHTNING The first thing Veyra heard was laughter.Not just any laughter—his laughter.It drifted through the trees like wind catching fireflies, playful and warm, stirring something in her chest she didn't want to name. Zevi was lounging on a low branch, just above her head, when she entered the glade they'd secretly been meeting in for the last three days. He always seemed to know when she'd be there. Or maybe he was always waiting. Either way, he made it seem like it was all just coincidence."Didn't know wolves climbed trees," Veyra said flatly, arms crossed.Zevi grinned, his amber eyes catching the sunlight like a challenge. "We don't. But I'm not like most wolves. Haven't you figured that out yet?""You're something, alright," she muttered, though the corner of her mouth twitched. She hated how easily he could coax a smile out of her, how her chest fluttered when he was near, how calm her wolf was around him—like the storm in her bones grew quiet in his presence.He dropped from the bra
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