Novels by Lady min

Six months later. The snow had melted from the mountain peaks, and Hollowgrove Valley shimmered in spring light. Wildflowers painted the fields in blues, lilacs, and soft whites, their fragrance drifting on the wind like a promise. Alex stood in front of a tall mirror in the ceremonial hall, adjusting the soft silver-trimmed robe that wrapped around his shoulders. His hair was gently curled, eyes lined with subtle kohl, and his bond mark was exposed proudly—no longer hidden beneath clothing or shame. The room behind him buzzed with quiet joy, laughter, and the sound of music being tuned outside. Today wasn’t a coronation. It wasn’t a treaty signing. It was their wedding. The Moon Ceremony of Bonding—recognized by every pack, every rank. It would mark not only the official union of Alex and Brian, but the beginning of a new era, one built on understanding, equality, and strength in unity. Tessa peeked through the door. “You look like you walked out of a legend.” Alex sm

Three days had passed since the battle. The scent of blood had faded from the earth, and the land had begun to heal. Wildflowers pushed through the blackened soil. Birds returned to the trees. The packs remained, not as enemies, but as allies rebuilding together. Alex stood at the edge of Hollowgrove Hill, staring at the rising sun. His side still ached from Jerik’s claws, but the wound was healing—like everything else. Brian joined him, wrapping a shawl around Alex’s shoulders. “You shouldn’t be out here in the wind.” “I needed air,” Alex said. “Needed to feel the world again.” Brian pressed a kiss to the side of his head. “The world’s still here because of you.” “Because of us,” Alex corrected gently. “Because so many chose peace over fear.” Down below, Rachel directed volunteers from the Riverfall and Sunfield packs, rebuilding shelters and planting new sacred trees. Daniel was helping organize warriors returning home. Tessa had joined the new Unity Council—formed to ensure

The warning came at midnight. A scream tore through the mountain wind, followed by the sharp howl of a scout. Alex and Brian rushed out of their tent, weapons drawn, senses alert. Fires lit up across the hills. Warriors scrambled from their shelters, already forming defensive lines. But the smell that clung to the air wasn’t just smoke. It was darkness. “He’s here,” Rachel said grimly, appearing beside them with her staff in hand. “Jerik has returned—and he’s not alone.” From the northern ridge, they saw them: dozens of rogue wolves, all bearing Jerik’s sigil—a twisted moon clawed by a fang. But what truly froze the blood in Alex’s veins was the massive beast walking at Jerik’s side. It was not a wolf. It was something ancient. Cloaked in shifting black mist, it had horns like a stag and fangs like daggers. Its eyes were white voids, glowing with a cursed light. It didn’t howl. It simply moved—and the land around it withered. “That’s not possible,” Rachel whispered. “That’s a

By the time Alex stood before the allied packs, the sun had barely risen—but tension buzzed in the air like lightning. The Gathering Circle was nestled between three territories, sacred ground untouched by war or politics. Massive stones carved with symbols of the Goddess stood tall, marking the four corners of the clearing. Alphas, Betas, and Omegas from every pack had assembled, murmuring among themselves as Brian and Alex entered hand in hand. Alex’s head was held high. But inside, his heart pounded. “Just breathe,” Brian whispered. Alex nodded. He had fought beasts. Faced rejection. Survived betrayal. But now, he had to face doubt—and perhaps worse, ignorance. Council Elder Marius of the Coldstream Pack stepped forward. A broad-shouldered Alpha with graying hair and calculating eyes, he sneered as he looked Alex over. “So this is the one we’ve heard about? The ‘Moonblooded’ Omega?” Rachel stepped in, her tone calm but firm. “You forget your place, Elder. The Moonblooded ex

The trial had ended, but its echoes lingered. Alex’s emergence as a Moonblooded Omega shook the entire territory. No longer was he seen as just Brian’s mate. He was something more—something ancient. Whispers filled the pack lands. Some revered him. Some feared him. Others questioned the future. But no one dared challenge him—not after the Spectral Wolf bowed at his paws. Brian, ever at Alex’s side, took his new role seriously. He no longer saw their bond as something to protect—it was now something to unleash. Together, they began rebuilding the fractured trust between Alphas and Omegas, starting with the inner circles of the pack. At a council meeting days after the trial, Rachel stood beside them, confident. “We must be ready,” she said. “Jerik saw what Alex is. He won’t disappear quietly. He’s waiting. Watching.” Donovan agreed. “We can’t defend just ourselves. We must call the other packs.” Brian raised an eyebrow. “They’ll never listen. They don’t even believe the Moonbloo

The Gathering had ended with unity declared, but peace did not follow. It was a quiet before the storm—one that thickened the air like smoke. In the days that followed, packs who had once eyed each other with suspicion now trained side by side. The forests around the Stone Circle transformed into a vast war camp. Banners of different lineages were raised, warriors sharpened their claws and minds, and emissaries delivered messages of alliance across every border. Alex walked through the training fields at dawn, flanked by Rachel and Brian. His presence alone drew gazes—of respect, of curiosity, of reverence. Some still whispered doubts about an Omega holding power once reserved for Alphas. But none dared say it aloud. Not after what he had done. “He’s watching us,” Rachel said, her voice low as she handed Alex a scroll. “Jerik has spies. We’ve caught two rogues already near the river border.” Brian growled softly. “He’s testing our defenses. He’s close.” “Too close,” Alex a