Chapter: The childJordan's POVI slammed the SUV door behind me, the heavy metal thud lost beneath the roar of the rain. The storm soaked through my jacket in seconds, but my blood was boiling too hot to care."Get the fuck out of the road," I snarled, taking two heavy, deliberate steps toward him. "Before I paint the asphalt with you."Ronan didn't move an inch. He held the black umbrella steadily over his head, his tailored suit immaculate despite the downpour around him. The cold, eerie smile faded from his lips, replaced instantly by a look of gentle, sorrowful remorse—a performance so fluidly executed it made my stomach turn."Jordan," he said, his voice soft, pitched with a quiet, trembling humility that belonged in a confession booth, not a darkened mountain pass. "Please. I didn't come here to fight you. I know how things ended five years ago. I know what you think of me... and God knows I deserve every bit of your hatred.""Save it," I growled, my claws pressing sharp against the palms of my h
Last Updated: 2026-09-06
Chapter: HeirJordan's POV The council chamber was suffocating. The air—heavy with the stench of aged parchment, cold stone, and the sour sweat of agitated old men—felt thick enough to gag me.I leaned back in the carved ironwood chair at the head of the long table, my broad shoulders squared, my arms resting casually over the armrests. My posture was a deliberate lie: an easy, indifferent sprawl designed to infuriate the half-dozen Lycan elders seated around me. Beneath the polished mahogany, my claws were digging deep grooves into the underside of the wood, splintering the grain beneath the sheer, crushing pressure of my grip.Elder Vane leaned forward, slamming his gnarled, liver-spotted hands onto the polished surface. The crack echoed off the vaulted stone ceiling."Ten years, Jordan!" Vane's voice rattled with a dry, gravelly fury, his yellowed eyes bulging from their sockets. "Ten years since the treaty was signed and Vanessa was named heir-designate. The agreement was crystal clear. We com
Last Updated: 2026-09-05
Chapter: Court of bonesJordan's POV The Court of Old BonesRaising a wolf cub is easy until you have to put a half-lycan, half-wild nightmare to sleep."And then the silver stag leaped over the dark river," I read, keeping my voice low and rumble-heavy, trying to mimic the soft rhythm of a winter breeze. "Leaving the hunters behind in the cold mud—""Did the stag kick them?" Ethan demanded, sitting bolt upright on his pillows. His dark, wild curls were sticking up in three different directions, his small chest heaving with entirely too much energy for eight o'clock at night. "Grandpa, did he kick the bad hunter in the face with his shiny feet?""No, Ethan. The stag ran away.""That's silly," Ethan huffed, crossing his tiny arms over his dragon-patterned pajamas. "If I was the shiny stag, I would have bitten their noses off. Like this." He made a snapping motion with his jaw, his baby fangs poking out just enough to catch the yellow light of the bedside lamp.I closed the leather-bound book with a heavy, de
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Chapter: blood sealVanessa povThe quiet in the bathroom felt dense, filled only by the hum of the overhead vanity lights and the steady, heavy sound of our breathing.I kept my hand flat against the clean dressing on Abel's ribs, feeling the slow, powerful rise and fall of his chest beneath my palm. He didn't pull away, and for the first time since this nightmare started, I didn't retreat either."Can you stand?" I asked, my voice dropping into a soft, quiet tone that sounded strange in my own ears."If I say no, do I get to stay on the floor?" Abel murmured, a faint, exhausted ghost of his dry humor slipping through the pain."No," I said, small lines of focus forming between my brows. "You get dragged onto the carpet, and I am not pulling your weight twice in one night."I stood up slowly, managing the dull ache in my own side, and reached out both hands. Abel took them, his large, calloused fingers closing tight around mine. With a low, grounded breath, he pulled himself up off the tub's edge. His b
Last Updated: 2026-08-30
Chapter: StitchingThe smell of metallic blood was overwhelming in the small space of the foyer, sharp and warm, cutting right through the lingering scent of rain.Vanessa didn't hesitate. The exhaustion that had weighed down her limbs for the past twelve hours vanished, replaced by a cold, sharp adrenaline. She grabbed Abel by his uninjured right arm, slinging it over her shoulder to take his weight before his knees could give out completely.He groaned, a low, ground-out sound against her ear, his breath hot against her neck. "I can walk," he muttered, though he leaned into her heavily as she dragged him across the carpet into the bathroom."Shut up," she said, her voice tight as she pulled him toward the edge of the large marble bathtub. She lowered him down onto the rim, her own bandaged ribs screaming in protest, but she ignored the pain.She turned on the overhead vanity lights, floodlighting the space in stark, brilliant white. The sight made her stomach drop.The entire left side of his tactical
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Chapter: brokenVanessa's POVThe hotel room was too quiet, too sterile, and far too small for the storm brewing inside her head.Vanessa leaned against the marble bathroom counter, staring at her reflection in the gilded mirror. The high-rise suite had every amenity imaginable, but the polished luxury felt like a velvet cage. She hated the quiet. She hated the faint smell of hotel ozone and lavender polish trying to mask the scent of lingering rain. Most of all, she hated the fact that no matter how hard she tried to focus on her recovery, her mind kept drifting right back to him.Abel.His low, even voice echoed in the back of her mind like an itch she couldn't scratch. “Because someone has to make sure you survive long enough to keep being ungrateful about it."*She gripped the edge of the sink, her knuckles turning white until her jaw ached.She hated everything today.She hated the sharp, pulling ache in her side where Abel's neat, clinical stitches bound her flesh together. She hated the linger
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The Alpha's blind Luna:Desired by Rival Alphas
“What’s a Luna worth if she can’t even see? A curse, not a blessing. If you’ll have her, Hunter, I’ll count it as a favor. Take her, and let’s toast to peace.”
Rejected by the Alpha she sacrificed everything for, betrayed by the sister she trusted most—Lyra’s world collapsed the moment she lost her sight. Humiliated and discarded like a broken toy, she was handed to another Alpha as if her love and her vows meant nothing.
But fate had other plans.
Diego Hunter, the ruthless Alpha of Silver Blade, never expected to find his mate in his rival’s Luna. She was fragile, blind, and scarred… yet she was his. And when the truth of her bloodline emerges—that Lyra is the last Hexwolf, destined to wield power beyond imagination—she becomes the key to war, peace, and forbidden love.
Between betrayal and redemption, hatred and desire, two Alphas will fight for her heart.
One to own her. The other to treasure her.
And Lyra must decide if love can rise from the ashes of betrayal… or if she was cursed by the Moon Goddess all along.
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Chapter: WaitingDiego's POV The door clicked open, cutting through the heavy silence in the room.A young nurse stepped in carrying a thick folder and a digital tablet, her eyes darting between Lyra's still frame on the bed and me sitting in the corner.She cleared her throat. "Alpha Hunter. Dr. Carrow has approved her discharge, but given the neurological strain, her recovery protocol is extensive. She's going to need round-the-clock monitoring for the next seventy-two hours."She began reading off her tablet, her voice falling into a rehearsed, clinical rhythm."First, her sensory input needs to be drastically limited. No bright lights, no loud noise, and absolutely zero prolonged mental exertion. Her meals must be soft, rich in iron, and served at strict four-hour intervals to stabilize her blood sugar. The bandaged hand must be cleaned and re-dressed twice daily with antiseptic ointment. She cannot be left unattended for more than two hours at a time, and under no circumstances should she—""Are
Last Updated: 2026-09-04
Chapter: The waitingDiego’s POV The WaitingThe doors swung shut behind me and I was already talking."I need someone. Now."The reception area was wide and white and too bright after the dark of the car and my voice carried the full length of it. A nurse behind the desk, young, dark hair pulled back, looked up and read my face in approximately one second and reached for the phone."Sir, if you can tell me what—""Convulsions. She's been unconscious for twelve minutes. She went cold." I was already moving toward the desk. "I need a doctor in the next thirty seconds or I'm going to find one myself."She was already on her feet.They took Lyra through a set of double doors at the end of the corridor and I followed until a nurse, older, built like someone who had stopped letting people past her as a professional decision, put a hand up."Sir. You wait here.""That's my—" I stopped.She looked at me. Waiting to hear what Lyra was.I said nothing."We'll update you as soon as we have something," she said, an
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Chapter: what she sawDiego's POV What She SawI heard it before I saw her.I had come down the east wing for the contracts Petra had left on the side table outside the storage room. Straightforward errand. Two minutes at most. I was already thinking about the afternoon meeting when I passed the music room and stopped.The piano.I stood in the corridor and listened because I couldn't immediately explain what I was hearing. Not the playing itself, though that was unexpected enough. It was the quality of it. Hesitant at first, one note and then another, like someone feeling for a path in the dark. Then it found itself.I did not go in.I don't know how long I stood there. Long enough that I should have moved on. Long enough that my wolf had gone completely, utterly still inside me, the way he went still sometimes in the forest just before dawn when everything paused and even the wind held itself.I stayed because I told myself I was listening for something specific. For whether she was remembering. That wa
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Chapter: What the hands rememberLyra’s POV I closed the door behind me and stood in the corridor for a moment.The walk back to my room felt longer than it was. It was because of the distance. Because of the weight I was carrying back with me that I hadn't arrived with. I had gone to that study with a question. I was returning with an answer that felt worse than the not knowing.No one important gets left the way you were left.I pressed my lips together and kept walking.I had told myself, going up those stairs, that whatever he said I would hold myself together. That I was done falling apart over things I couldn't control. That I had survived waking up in a strange pack house with no name and no face and no past and I could survive a cold man saying cold things in a cold room.I reached my door and pushed it open and sat on the edge of the bed and the groan that came out of me was quiet and tight and had nothing dignified in it.Nobody came.Eight weeks. Not a single person. Not a call, not a letter, not a wolf s
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Chapter: The truth he choosesDiego's POV The Truth He Chooses"Sit down."She didn't move immediately. Just stood there with her hand still flat against her thigh, her chin at that angle. Like she was deciding whether the instruction was worth following now that she'd already won the harder argument.Then she found the chair. Fingers grazing the armrest once, and she sat.I looked at her for a moment longer than I should have.The report had been sitting in the left drawer of this desk for three days. Dr. Reeves had delivered it himself, which he only did when he considered the contents too sensitive for normal channels. He'd stood exactly where Lyra was sitting now, folder in hand, clearing his throat the way men do when they're about to say something the listener won't enjoy."The amnesia," he'd said. "We can't confirm it's permanent. Trauma-induced loss of this severity. it has a pattern. The brain protects itself first. Shuts everything out. But over time, with stability, with safety, it starts to." He'd pau
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Chapter: The second thoughtLyra’s POV The bandage was too tight.Or maybe it wasn't. Maybe that was just what a burn felt like when the numbing wore off and the night got quiet enough for your body to start reporting everything it had been holding. I sat on the edge of the bed and looked at my hand and tried to remember the last time something had hurt this cleanly. This without complication. Pain with a source you could point to was almost a relief.The rest of it had no source. That was the problem.I didn't know my last name.I'd been sitting with that fact for weeks now and it still didn't fit anywhere. It just floated. Unattached. Every morning I woke up and reached for something that should have been there, the way you reach for a glass of water in the dark and find only air, and every morning the reaching came back empty.My wolf stirred against my ribs. Low. Restless."I know," I said quietly.She settled, but not completely.I flexed my unbandaged hand slowly. Looked at the ceiling. The room they'd gi
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