Novels by Winnie Peters

The door creaked.I stiffened immediately, fingers tightening around the strip of cloth I had torn from an old shirt. The movement pulled at the torn skin on my back and I sucked in a sharp breath, pain flaring fresh and hot.I hadn’t locked the door.I couldn't even if I wanted to. An Omega didn’t get locks.“Get out,” I said without turning. I didn't want to be bothered, I had had enough for one day.The door closed behind him with a quiet thud.I smelled him before I saw him. It was Hunter. My wolf stirred, restless and angry beneath my skin.“I said get out,” I repeated firmer, annoyance creeping into my voice.His footsteps crossed the room slowly, unhurried, not bothered by my comment, he moved like he wasn’t afraid of me attacking him in retaliation.“You should be resting,” Hunter said.I laughed bitterly. “You mean after you had me whipped?”Silence stretched between us.I turned around meeting his gaze. He looked exactly the same as he had hours ago…cold, controlled, unaffe

“Now go sweep outside.” Melissa’s smile didn’t waver as she said it and just like that, the broom fell from my grip, hitting the floor with a clattering sound.“Didn't you hear me?“ Melissa asked as I nod my head before I bent down to pick up the broom.She wanted to humiliate me in the worst way possible.Everyone knew who I was, the alpha's daughter, now what would they say of me when they see me with a broom in an omega uniform?“We don't have all day, you will not eat until you are done” Melissa said and left me.I stared at the broom in my shaking hand with disbelief. I knew I had to do it, my pack would be the ones to suffer for any action I took.I stepped outside with my face down.“Huh, look. It's the new omega” someone whispered and I kept my head down, I wanted to pass by quietly.I squeeze the handle of the broom tight.“She's just a…tool“ one of the women said and I stopped to look at the woman who said that about me.“What are you looking at?“ she asked me as her lips st

"Goodbye, brother.”Those were the last words I said to him as I walked away with Hunter and his pack. I didn’t look back again—once was enough. The devastation on my brother’s face, the hatred burning in my pack members’ eyes. I held my head high anyway. Knowing they were safe had to be enough.The journey to Silvercrest didn’t take long.The difference between our packs was immediate and jarring.Where Cresthaven was a warm, lived-in-home,Silvercrest was cold and precise. Everything was clean-cut, orderly… too orderly. Pack members paused in their movements as I passed, curiosity flickering across their faces as they whispered among themselves. Hunter walked ahead of me, unbothered, as if I wasn’t shackled to his presence by force.When we reached the pack house, the two warriors escorting me finally stopped.“Alpha, what shall we do with her?” one of them asked.I watched Hunter closely, waiting.Would he throw me into a dungeon? No. Even if he could stomach it, his wolf wouldn’t

Lyra howled inside me, torn between the mate bond and the sound of our pack dying. I looked down at my mother's lifeless body, her blood still warm on the floor, then back into the eyes of her killer.I laughed, the sound sharp and hollow, disbelief cutting through the ache in my chest.“So I go with you either way,” I said, fists clenching at my sides. “That’s not much of a choice.”“Those are your only options,” he replied with a careless shrug.I stared at him, rage simmering beneath my skin.“And how am I supposed to trust that you’ll keep your word? That you won’t come back and finish what you started?”His expression didn’t change. “I’m an Alpha,” he said. “I don’t break my word.”The weight of it pressed down on me, heavy and suffocating. I let his words sink in, knowing the truth even as I hated it. This wasn’t a choice. It never had been. I would do anything to protect my pack.Slowly, I lifted my head and met his gaze.“I accept your terms,” I said, squaring my shoulders, for

I should have died tonight. The thought pounded through my mind as branches whipped my face with each strike of my paws against the forest floor. The night was alive with sounds of howling, snarls as the scent of blood burned my nose.Run.Hide.My father's words rang in my ear, loud and clear. He had forced her to flee to protect the alpha's lineage while he, my mother and brother stayed to fight.Faster.Faster.I echoed in my head. My wolf lyra complied and pushed herself harder, my heart beating so fast in my chest that I could hear the sound in my ears.I kept running for what seemed like forever, I had long since stopped hearing the sounds of fighting, howls of pain and bodies slamming into each other.I got to the lake that separated the shifters' borders from the human world. The reflection of the moon could be seen clearly , the night casting an illusion of glass on the lake. Not even a single cloud could be seen in the sky, just an eerie black with the bright moon.I stood