Novels by Mirabel Greg

ElenaThe call had interrupted my conversation with Mara who seemed to have something she wants to ask.“Elena,” a familiar, aged voice said the moment I answered. “Come to the mansion tonight. We’re having dinner.”I paused. My fingers tightened instinctively.“Grandpa Rowan,” I replied carefully. “I—”“No excuses,” he cut in, though his tone was warm. “You’re still part of this family. Come early.”Before I could open my mouth for further refusal, the line had already went dead as if he knows that I would refuse with his invitation.I mean, why would I, the Luna his grandson had severed his ties with, would further go back to their residence? For what? For further humiliation?However, knowing Grandpa, I couldn’t refuse his invitation. He’s the stubborn type where he won’t stop until he would get what he wants and if I won’t go, he would pester me or even send his men to fetch me right away.I sighed helplessly as I went directly to my room for a quick change, disregarding Mara’s fr

ElenaI stood under the shower far longer than necessary, letting the hot water beat against my back until my skin turned pink, until the steam blurred the mirror and erased my reflection.Still, my heart wouldn’t calm down.That moment—that surge from earlier…It hadn’t been imagination.My wolf had moved.For the first time in years. I picked up its scent, its move…even for a brief second.Wrapped in a towel, I stepped out and caught my reflection in the fogged glass. My face was pale—still padded with the remnants of fat in my cheeks. Yet compared to three years ago, when my reflection seemed to consume the entire mirror, there were changes.A bitter laugh replaced my restless heart.For whom did I work hard trying to get the body that I once thought the Alpha would like? I once believed if I could just fix myself—fix my appearance, fix my body, fix the parts that embarrassed him—then maybe… maybe he would see me.So, I worked harder than anyone knew.I followed doctors’ instructio

ElenaI didn’t remember how I left the ancestral hall.Only that the cold air outside hit my face like a slap, sharp, and merciless, and suddenly I could breathe again—though each breath felt like it was tearing something open inside my chest.I was expecting for this to happen given that no matter what I would do, he won’t look at me—but I wasn’t expecting for him to do this at grandma’s funeral and much more, in front of the high ranking wolves as if I were nothing but someone worth to be humiliated by.When they both left earlier—the moonlight panted them in silver.They looked…right.Like something the pack would approve of.I hate that my eyes would always follow him.I hate that I noticed the way he leaned closer when she spoke.For noticing how his scent wrapped instinctively around hers, protective and familiar.Indeed. She was like a diamond that brighten their world—while I, just a pebble on the road.I let out a bitter chuckle, trying to contain all the emotions inside me.

AlaricI never chose Elena Frost as my mate.Three years ago, when I officially took control of the Ashbourne Pack, my authority was still being tested. Power alone wasn’t enough. The elders watched every of my decision, allied packs measured my stability, and my enemies were lurking, waiting for a single misstep.An Alpha without a Luna was a flaw in the hierarchy—an imbalance that could never be respected.That was when my grandmother stepped in—ending the discussion before it become a debate.Patricia Ashbourne, my grandmother, had ruled this pack long before I did. Even after stepping down, her word remained absolute. She told me that the pack demanded stability, not love. Her role was to quiet unrest, secure power, and end all talk.I objected once.Yet, she reminded me that Alpha authority was not about personal preference. It was about power and dominance.Elena Frost was her chosen candidate.She bore a rare ancestral wolf bloodline—one said to steady an Alpha’s power. Yet whe