BONE & BITE A Primal Shifter Romance
The city was a cage. The forest is a hunt.
Lila Voss ran to the decaying town of Eldridge Hollow to disappear. Broken by the suffocating expectations of her old life, she wanted nothing more than to be invisible. But when she cuts through a rain-slicked alley on her first night, she learns that some things cannot be outrun.
She is found by Jax—a massive, feral Alpha wolf shifter who has been tracking her scent. He doesn't offer help; he offers a claim. Driven by a primal biological imperative, Jax bites her, kidnapping her into the depths of the forest to face a destiny she never chose.
Now, Lila is no longer human, but she isn’t yet a wolf. Trapped in the pack’s subterranean den, she must survive the agonizing, bone-breaking transformation into a rare Silver Wolf. But her survival isn't just about the shift. Thorne, a sadistic rival Alpha, covets Lila as a trophy to breed a stronger bloodline, and he’s willing to burn the forest down to take her.
With a war brewing on the border and a scorching, undeniable bond consuming her from the inside out, Lila must decide: will she remain the victim, or will she embrace the monster within and become the Queen the pack needs?
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Chapter: Two Years LaterWinter in Eldridge Hollow was unforgiving.The snow was waist-deep in the drifts, a blinding white blanket that smothered sound and froze breath in the lungs. The trees were black skeletons against the grey sky, their branches groaning under the weight of the ice.But the hot springs never froze.I sat on the edge of the grotto, my feet dangling in the steaming water. The heat seeped into my bones, easing the ache in my lower back.I was heavy.My belly was a swollen mound, stretching the fabric of the oversized tunic I wore. It moved occasionally, a sharp kick or a rolling elbow that made me wince and smile at the same time." kicking again?"Jax waded through the water toward me. He was in human form, naked, the steam swirling around his muscular frame. His hair was longer now, tied back with a leather cord, and there were new scars on his chest—trophies from a border skirmish with a rogue pack last spring.He moved between my legs, resting his hands on my stomach."He's restless,"
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Chapter: Echoes of the City" I said, turning to face him, grabbing the lapels of his shirt, "ten more come. Then the state police. Then the helicopters. You can't fight the human world, Jax. It doesn't bleed like a wolf. It swarms."Jax stared at me, his amber eyes slit-thin. The beast in him was close to the surface, fueled by the lingering hormones of our mating. He wanted to protect his pregnant mate. He wanted to tear the throat out of anything that threatened his legacy."They are on my land," he snarled."They are looking for a missing girl," I countered, keeping my voice steady despite the trembling in my hands. "They found my backpack in the alley. The blood. They think I'm dead, or hurt. If they don't find me, they won't stop looking.""So what?" Elara stepped forward, a bone knife in her hand. "Let them look. The forest is deep.""They have dogs, Elara," I snapped. "They have drones with thermal cameras. They will find the vents. They will find the den." I looked around the circle of faces—my pack. "I
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Chapter: The FeverThe descent into the den was a blur of stone and shadow, a spiraling journey into the belly of the earth that mirrored the spiraling chaos in my own mind.I was burning.It wasn't the clean, external heat of the hot springs, nor the adrenaline-fueled fire of battle. This was internal. It felt as if my blood had been replaced with liquid mercury—heavy, toxic, and boiling. It moved sluggishly through my veins, scalding everything it touched. My skin felt too tight for my body, sensitive to the point of agony. The rough fabric of the blanket Jax had wrapped around me felt like sandpaper; the cool air of the tunnels felt like ice shards."Stay with me, Lila," Jax’s voice was a rumble against my ear, vibrating through his chest and into my own.He was moving fast, his bare feet slapping against the stone floor with a rhythmic urgency. I could hear the pack behind us—or maybe I just felt them. A hundred hearts beating in the dark, a hundred pairs of lungs inhaling the sudden, cloying scent
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Chapter: Blood and HierarchyThe silence of the forest after a slaughter is heavy. It doesn't feel peaceful; it feels like the world is holding its breath, waiting for the earth to swallow the violence we fed it.I stepped out of the grotto, the water sluicing off my skin in rivets that turned cold the moment they hit the night air. The steam rising from the hot spring clung to the weeping willows like a phantom mist, a soft, ethereal curtain that separated the intimacy of the last hour from the brutality waiting for us in the ravine.My body felt strange—a patchwork of contradictions.My skin was raw, scrubbed clean of the mud and gore by Jax’s rough hands and the moss, yet beneath the surface, a deep, bone-deep ache was blooming. The adrenaline that had fueled my leap onto Thorne’s back and the subsequent, frantic coupling in the water was receding like a tide, leaving the wreckage exposed. My ribs throbbed in a jagged rhythm where Thorne’s skull had collided with my chest. My side burned where the beta’s claws
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Chapter: The Brewing StormThe world had not changed, but I had.I sat perched on a moss-covered outcropping of granite overlooking the valley, the wind ruffling the fine hairs on my arms. In my human skin, the breeze was cool, carrying the promise of autumn. But to the wolf beneath the skin, the wind was a newspaper, a chaotic stream of information screaming to be read.I closed my eyes and inhaled.The scents unraveled like threads in a tapestry. I could smell the damp rot of a fallen log three miles east. I could smell the sharp, ammonia tang of a fox marking its territory near the river. And closer, much closer, I could smell the distinct, earthy musk of the pack—sweat, leather, and the lingering smoke of the den fires.But underneath it all was him. Jax.His scent was the anchor. It was heavy dark chocolate and ozone, a storm contained in skin. It wrapped around my senses even when he wasn't touching me, a constant reminder of the bond that now hummed in my blood like a high-voltage wire."You're listening
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Chapter: The Moon's CallThe taste of dirt was the first thing I learned in the pack. It was gritty, bitter, and tasted faintly of iron—likely because my lip was split again.I hit the ground hard, the impact knocking the air from my lungs in a wheezing gasp. Above me, the canopy of the forest spun in a dizzying kaleidoscope of green and gold, sunlight filtering through the leaves to mock my defeat."Dead," Elara stated, her voice devoid of sympathy.She stood over me, blotting out the sun. Her chest heaved slightly, a sheen of sweat glistening on her pale skin, but she looked like she’d barely exerted herself. I, on the other hand, felt like I’d been put through a meat grinder.I groaned, rolling onto my side and spitting a glob of bloody saliva into the moss. "I tripped.""You hesitated," Elara corrected, extending a hand. Her grip was iron-hard as she hauled me to my feet. "Thorne’s wolves won’t wait for you to find your footing. They’ll rip your throat out while you’re thinking about which foot to move."
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Chapter: Chapter 8: The DungeonThe air in the dungeon reeked of damp stone, rust, and the metallic tang of blood. Torin hung from the wall, wrists shackled high above his head in iron manacles reinforced with silver threads. The arrow wound in his shoulder throbbed, crusted over but not healing, the poison still leaching into his system like slow venom. His body sagged, muscles aching from the strain, sweat tracing paths down his bare chest where rogues had stripped him to the waist. Every breath pulled at the gash, but the real torment was the emptiness gnawing at him—the bond, frayed but insistent, whispering Lyra's name in his blood.Footsteps echoed down the corridor, sharp and deliberate. The cell door creaked open, and there she was, framed in the torchlight. Lyra stepped inside, her bone wings tucked tight against her back, violet eyes scanning him with a mix of resolve and something darker. She wore the rogue leathers now, fitted tight to her curves, the material hugging her hips and thighs. Malachi lingere
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Chapter: Chapter 7: First BloodThe chains bit into Torin's skin, silver searing like hot irons wherever they touched. He bucked against them, muscles straining, veins bulging in his neck as he roared. The pain fueled his rage, sharpening his senses to the figures above. Lyra—his Lyra—stood there, her form silhouetted against the dim sky, that cursed violet glow pulsing in her eyes. And beside her, Malachi, his hand clamped on her shoulder like he owned her."You traitorous bitch," Torin spat, twisting his head to glare up at her. Blood trickled from where the chains had torn flesh on his arms, but the real agony twisted deeper, in his chest where the bond throbbed. Her scent hit him full force now—sweat-slicked skin, the sharp tang of her power, and underneath it all, the faint, intoxicating musk of her desire. It clawed at him, making his cock harden despite the burn, pressing against the cold ground.Lyra's face was a mask of cold fury, but her eyes betrayed her—flickering with something raw, conflicted. She nock
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Chapter: Chapter 6: The HuntTorin's claws scraped gouges into the wooden floor of the Oracle's hut as he paced, the air thick with the scent of burning sage and his own mounting rage. The old woman's words clawed at his mind: If another male claims her, you die. The bond's fracture already gnawed at him like a festering wound, every heartbeat a reminder of Lyra's absence. Her scent lingered in his nostrils—wild jasmine and storm rain—mixed now with phantom traces of her arousal from the night before, the echo of his fevered release haunting him.He couldn't stay. The pack watched him warily, whispers of weakness spreading like wildfire. Elias, his beta, had tried to intervene, gripping his shoulder with a firm hand. "Alpha, wait. Rally the enforcers. We go together."Torin snarled, shoving him back hard enough to send Elias stumbling into the wall. "No. She's mine. I end this now." His voice cracked, raw with the beast clawing to surface. Fur bristled along his arms, eyes shifting to molten gold. The rejection h
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Chapter: Chapter 5: The DealLyra's eyes snapped open to the dim glow of dawn seeping through the tent's rough canvas. Her body hummed with residual fire, the ghost of Torin's release still pulsing in her veins like an unwelcome intruder. She shifted on the hides, thighs sticky, and pressed her palm against her lower belly to quell the insistent throb. The air in the rogue camp carried the scent of damp earth and smoke from distant fires, but it did little to ground her. Malachi's presence loomed even in his absence, his earlier words echoing: Violet Wolf. Mine to wield.Footsteps crunched outside, heavy and deliberate. The flap lifted, and Malachi ducked inside, his massive frame filling the space. Towering over her at nearly seven feet, his body was a map of scars and sinew, black hair tied back to reveal sharp cheekbones and eyes like polished obsidian. He wore only loose pants of hide, his bare chest gleaming with a faint sheen of sweat from whatever predawn exertions he'd been about. In his hand, he held a s
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Chapter: Chapter 4: The Severed BondTorin's boots dragged through the mud as he staggered back to the pack house, the storm's fury mirroring the chaos ripping through his gut. The rejection ritual's echo still thrummed in his veins, a hollow ache where the mate bond had snapped like a brittle twig. Rain lashed his scarred face, soaking his fur-trimmed cloak until it clung heavy to his broad shoulders. His wolves flanked him, enforcers casting wary glances, their loyalty frayed by the alpha's uncharacteristic tremor.He burst through the heavy oak doors, shoving aside betas who scattered like leaves. The great hall's fire crackled, casting flickering shadows on stone walls hung with pelts and weapons. Torin collapsed into his throne-like chair at the head table, claws gouging the armrests as nausea surged. Sweat beaded on his brow despite the chill seeping from the storm. The bond's severance clawed at him—physical, visceral—like acid eating his insides. He'd rejected her to strengthen the pack, to claim Zara's cunning a
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Chapter: Chapter 3: The Shadow KingThe water dragged Lyra under like a thousand grasping hands, churning her body through the frothing chaos of Devil's Throat. She twisted and kicked, lungs burning as the current battered her against rocks that scraped her skin raw. Bubbles exploded from her mouth in a silent scream, her violet eyes wide in the murky depths. The severed bond pulsed with phantom pain, but that inner fire flared hotter, wrapping around her like a shield. It dulled the edges of the cold, pushed oxygen into her starving cells just long enough.She surfaced once, gasping, only to be slammed back down. The waterfall's roar faded into a distant thunder as the river spat her out into a wider, slower flow. Branches clawed at her dress, tearing strips from the already ragged fabric, exposing flashes of pale thigh and the curve of her breast. Debris battered her—logs, stones—leaving bruises that bloomed like dark flowers across her ribs and hips.Finally, the current weakened, depositing her onto a gravelly bank
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