Novels by Elena Macadaan

The Vale Pack hall had never felt colder, yet I shivered, not from the chill of the early morning air, but from rage, desire, and disbelief. I crouched in the shadows near the back balcony, soaked from the storm that had cleared hours before, every nerve on fire. Today, Lysentha would be crowned Luna. Today, she would parade herself before the pack as if she had earned it.Her confidence radiated across the hall, warm and venomous all at once. She smiled at the council, at Calder, at the gathered pack members, her stolen bite glowing faintly on her shoulder. It should have been mine. Every instinct screamed at me, a primal ache so fierce that my knees went weak.The moment my eyes landed on Rhaegon, standing tall before the throne, my body flared violently. Heat pooled between my legs, my pulse hammering as the bond reacted with agonizing intensity. I pressed my hands to my chest, clutching my blouse, trying to breathe, trying to contain the storm that surged through me.He looked… di

The abandoned lodge reeked of dust and rot, but the shadows were mine. I huddled in the corner, soaked from rain and trembling, not just from the cold, but from everything that had come before. Betrayal, humiliation, exile… it weighed on me like iron. And yet, there was something else, something that refused to be silenced: the pull. The hunger. The bite that burned on my shoulder like fire.I pressed my hands to it, fingertips brushing the faintly glowing mark. My body flared at the touch, heat pooling in places I shouldn’t have felt it, muscles tensing, nerves alight. A growl rose from somewhere deep inside me.I shivered and pulled back. “No,” I whispered, trembling. “I won’t… I can’t…”But my body didn’t listen. The shadows in the lodge seemed to curl toward me, stretching, bending, alive. My reflection in the broken window caught me off guard, just for a second, the face staring back wasn’t entirely human. The eyes glimmered with a golden sheen, the outline of fangs flashed, and

I had never hated the Vale Pack so much in my life.The morning after the storm, I slunk through the shadows of the grand hall like a ghost, careful to keep my soaked hair plastered to my face, my pulse hammering so hard it felt like it would give me away. I thought I could gather some of my things, maybe take what little remained that was truly mine. But as soon as I stepped near the central hall, I froze.Lysentha was there. My stepsister. My betrayal.She stood in the sunlight streaming through the arched windows, head tilted as if she were examining a work of art. Her fingers traced a faint glow on her shoulder, the bite mark.I blinked.No.My stomach dropped. That mark was mine. My claim. My secret.And yet, she wore it.Her lips curled into a triumphant smile as she turned to Calder, my supposed lover, who knelt before her with that same sycophantic devotion I’d once craved. “Do you see?” Lysentha whispered, almost coyly. “I am hers now, all of her danger and fire. The Alpha Ki

The candlelight flickered against the grand hall walls, casting long shadows that hid me perfectly. I pressed myself behind the velvet curtains, my breath shallow, my pulse hammering in my ears. I hadn’t meant to overhear them, not like this but the moment I heard Calder’s voice, soft and intimate, I froze.“…she’s so naïve,” he murmured, and my chest twisted. His words were meant for Lysentha, my stepsister, but they felt like a blade sliding through me. “She trusts me. Too much. She’ll never see it coming.”Lysentha’s laugh floated over to me, smooth, silk-wrapped venom. “And you’ll make sure she doesn’t. Don’t worry… I’ll take care of the rest.”I pressed my hands against my mouth to keep from crying out. My body felt like it was betraying me hot, trembling, every nerve screaming. The words weren’t just betrayal; they were intimate. Flirtatious. Wrong. Calder’s hand had brushed hers as he spoke, and I could almost feel it from here, a phantom touch that made my stomach twist with h