My little fierce mate
They called me wolf less. Weak. Worthless.
In the Bloodstone Pack, that’s as good as a death sentence—except mine has been slow, drawn out in whispers, cold stares, and the sharp edges of my family’s contempt. My mate, the one the Moon Goddess chose for me, humiliated me in front of the entire pack before turning his back.
So I did what no one expected. I left.
One reckless night in a bar far from home, I met a stranger with eyes like winter storms. I should have walked away, but pain has a way of making you reckless—and desire has a way of making you forget. By morning, I was gone, certain I’d never see him again.
But fate is cruel and relentless. The stranger was no ordinary wolf—he was the Lycan King, and I was his mate. Now he’s hunting me, not just for the bond that ties us, but for something more… because something woke inside me that night. My wolf. My power. And possibly, our child.
The world I ran from is nothing compared to the enemies closing in now—family who’d rather see me broken, a sister who thrives on my misery, and a rival king who would burn kingdoms to claim what’s his. The closer Jake gets, the more I wonder if the greatest danger I face isn’t the people hunting me… but the darkness I’ve carried all along.
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Chapter: AFTERMATH WHITE CLIFF PACK — THIRD PERSON*****The courtyard smelled of iron and ash, the rogues’ bodies strewn like discarded shadows.Ella stood in the center, her fur still glistening, her mismatched eyes like flames set against the night. Every wolf who had gathered stared, their faces caught somewhere between reverence and fear.No one spoke at first. The silence was a living thing.Then came the whispers.“Her wolf… I’ve never seen one like that.”“Blue and gold—what kind of omen is that?”“She killed them all…”“Too easily.”Jake shifted back, his chest slick with sweat, Griffin still rumbling inside him. He pulled a cloak from one of the warriors and strode to Ella, draping it over her trembling frame as she shifted back into herself.Her breath shuddered. Her skin was pale, but her eyes—still glowing faintly—burned with the truth: she had changed, and she could never go back.“Enough,” Jake barked at the gathering pack, his voice cracking through the tension like a whip. “She is under
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Chapter: HER WOLF ISN'T NORMAL WHITE CLIFF PACK — ELLA’S POVLife in the pack house unfolded differently than I’d braced for. At first, I expected claws behind every smile, tests in every kindness. But slowly, the hostility I anticipated didn’t come.The kitchen omegas tucked warm bread into my hands as if it was a secret. Warriors in the training yard tipped their heads at me, their nods hesitant but real. The children were fearless—they dragged me into their games, their questions tumbling out like water: What’s it like outside? Did you really grow up in Bloodstone? Do their wolves smell different?And for the first time, I didn’t feel like a ghost in my own skin. In Bloodstone, I’d been a reminder of lack, of failure. Here, light seeped in through cracks I hadn’t even realized I carried.But light always casts shadows.Hers was named Selene.She was striking in the way a blade is—beautiful, yes, but dangerous when turned your way. Dark hair that caught the sun, a smile polished enough to gleam but never quite wa
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Chapter: PLANNEDAnna’s voice cut the air then, cold as a blade. She had remained in the hall’s periphery until now, every inch of her a coiled thing. She stepped forward, each movement precise. “What do we call it if not necessity?” she asked, and there was no pleading in it—only the plain arithmetic of ambition. “We remove the variable. We eliminate the chance. Better a clean end than a war twenty years from now that claims the pack and our line.”Kingsley inclined his head, noting, not answering. The firelight caught the steel at his temple where a memory had once been carved. “It is not cruelty we propose,” he said finally. “It is stewardship. The pack endures because of hard decisions.” He said the word with the patience of one who has spent his life making them.William — broken, trapped, the architect of his daughter's exile — folded. It was not nobility that bent him but survival and shame. “Do it quietly,” he rasped. “No blood that will mark the land. No spectacle. Let it be as if she never e
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Chapter: SHE'S IN WHITECLIFF PACK BLOODSTONE PACK RAPHAEL'S POV After I rejected Ella, I was finally appointed as the Alpha but something in my life seems to be missing, and I don’t know what it is.The halls of Bloodstone feel colder now, though I would never admit that to anyone—not even to myself, if I could help it. An Alpha does not falter. An Alpha does not second-guess his choices. Yet there’s a gnawing emptiness at the center of my chest, as though I carved out a piece of myself and tossed it into the fire just to prove a point.I told myself it was the right decision—strategic. A mate like Ella was never part of the plan. She was too soft, too ordinary, too… human in her simplicity. I needed power, alliances, strength that would secure Bloodstone’s legacy for centuries to come. She couldn’t give me that—or so I believed.And yet, her eyes haunt me. The way she looked at me when I spoke those words, final and sharp like a blade, carved deeper than I expected. There was no begging, no collapse, no pathetic cl
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Chapter: VOW“And the pack?” she asked before I could offer. “What happens if they—”“I’ll handle the pack,” I cut in, steady. “My people will not touch you or the child. If anyone gets close to crossing a line—” My jaw tightened. Griffin hummed, a low rumble at the edge of my words. “—they’ll learn why we are called White Cliff.”My vow wasn’t a bluff. It was a line I drew with my name. Being Alpha meant taking the hard things. I’d burn and rebuild a thousand times if that was what it took.She flinched when I said it, not from the word but from the weight of it. “You can’t just make promises and expect everything to be fixed,” she said, honest and raw.“I don’t expect it,” I answered. “I’ll work for it. Every day.” I reached for her again, more slowly this time, letting her set the pace.I couldn’t rest. I wanted her with me every hour, every quiet, every stupid morning. Maybe that sounds selfish, but I couldn’t help it — her lavender scent filled the air and made this room feel like home for th
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Chapter: I AM THE ALPHAJAKE's POVI had promised myself I would wait. That I’d let her live a normal life a little longer. But there was no more time for lies. I don't know how she's going to take it.I just have to tell her."Ella, there's something I have to tell you" She looked at me with her hazel eyes, that seem to hypnotize me every time."Okay, sure go on" She fidgeted with her hands, was she scared or nervous.I didn't know.“I am not the man you think I am, Ella.” I stepped closer, close enough to catch the rapid drum of her pulse. “I am Jake Blacksmith, Alpha of the White Cliff Pack. The wolves you’ve heard whispered about? The ones people fear to cross?”I leaned down, letting my words vibrate against her skin.“They bend the knee to me.”Her lips parted in shock, but I pressed on, unrelenting, the way only an Alpha could.“And yet…” My hand rose, trembling as it cupped her cheek. The strongest man in the pack, undone by a single girl. “…my wolf bows only to you.”She gasped, but I silenced it w
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