I Am The Alpha
Harlyn Sage always believed she was an ordinary girl—until the night her world was torn apart. Rejected by her pack during a brutal mating ritual, Harlyn discovers that she is far from ordinary. Born from the forbidden union of a powerful werewolf and a Gaia sorceress, Harlyn is a lupomancer, a being of immense, untapped potential that threatens to upend the delicate balance between werewolves and sorcery.
As Harlyn struggles to understand her newfound powers, she is drawn to the enigmatic Ethan Starrk, a primordial werewolf with a dark secret. Bound by a mysterious bite that has hidden her true nature, Harlyn's connection to Ethan runs deeper than she could ever imagine. But their bond stirs dangerous forces, igniting jealousy in Higan Sinclair, a rival alpha who will stop at nothing to claim what he believes is his.
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Chapter: EpilogueSpringville wasn’t the town I knew a year ago. It was something new now, mostly scarred, but not entirely broken.After Becca's and Vorare’s end and the dismantling of the Crescent ranks, everything had shifted.I didn’t realize how much of the town’s air had been soaked in fear until it started to lift. Though some humans did leave, people were stepping outside again, and werewolves were healing from their losses.It was unfortunate to realize some people died in the fight against both the Melbringers and Vorare's summoning. Some I knew, some I didn't, but they were mourned all together.The Melbringer's collectively decided to leave me behind because my sorcery had weakened from the sacrifice I made. According to them, I was not whole enough to be considered a lupomancer or a threat anymore.To their best knowledge, the prophecy had been revoked.To my surprise, they actually thanked me for destroying their most ancient shame and left open room for an alliance.I didn't want to take
Last Updated: 2025-08-08
Chapter: What Remains After Fire 2“I didn’t let them take more from me,” I pressed on.“I know,” She pulled back just enough to look at me, and her expression finally softened. It felt like looking at a mirror, except I had no reason to look away this time.“You protected the people and the place you cared about,” she voiced out with a grace that felt too gentle to swallow. “Despite what it cost you.“Her hand rose, pressing lightly over my heart. “ I’m still here.” Her voice dropped low. “Maybe not whole. But I'm still here, still you.”I couldn’t breathe for a second. Then I let the tears fall. “You forgive me?” I didn't bother hiding my pain.“This time,” she cooed with a small smile. “Because you didn’t cower. You didn’t give more of yourself away for nothing. And mostly because you finally stood for what you wanted.”“I don’t want to lose you,” I felt my body growing lighter, recognizing the sensation.“You won’t,” she leaned forward to press a kiss on my forehead, and I closed my eyes, knowing the dream was fadi
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Chapter: What Remains After FireMy throat tightened. Well, that seemed like a reasonable consequence to giving out a piece of your soul to save someone.I shifted my eyes to find Ethan watching him lose the fight as Vorare enjoyed making a ragdoll out of him. I would root for Ethan to win, but I could feel his intentions. He wanted to lose the fight if it meant a chance to end Vorare and the threat he posed to me further.“What an idiot,” A smile tugged at my lips as tears burned my eyes.It was ridiculous, the need for the people around me to constantly try to sacrifice themselves for a future I didn't want. To think he'd want to die without saying goodbye to me.For the first time since my parents' demise, I finally let down the guard in my mind to let Ethan know my feelings.Mustering the last of my strength, I slowly rose, knowing Ethan was close enough to finalizing his decision. He hesitated as his head momentarily turned my way. His auburn eyes burned with surprise as he watched my approach.He halted his fig
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Chapter: Dance of Death 2Vorare swung a blow aimed at Ethan’s gut, but Ethan blocked it only to be tossed into the air. He hit the ground hard, and stood up again.“And how exactly do I fit in your plans?” Ethan pried, taking another defensive stance.I hated that all I could do was watch as I tightened my fingers around my necklace.“When a Primordial Alpha dies, they release the pure energy rooted in the 'blessing' of being the king of beasts,” Vorare began. “Your death will be cataclysmic enough to tear the seams holding me here. I'll finally be free.”“You want me to perish in the name of your peace?” Ethan’s voice cut sharply, and loudly with disbelief. “I’m not a sacrificial lamb.”Vorare paused eerily as if contemplating the silliness of Ethan's rejection. Suddenly, he announced, “Then I will burn everything, until death is all that's left for you to choose.”In that moment, Abigail appeared by my side with blood trickling down her temples. “The Eye,” she shouted. “It’s useless!”I spun my head toward
Last Updated: 2025-08-06
Chapter: Dance of DeathMy heart thrashed against my ribs like it wanted to burst through them.“What did you say?” I croaked out with a hoarse voice, barely lifting my head from the gravel, soaking up my blood. The pain from the knife was still dragging down my nerves.Becca cocked her head as her eyebrows rose in confusion as she stared at Vorare. “Why the sudden change of mind?“Vorare hummed as he glided closer. “I want the Primordial Alpha,” he repeated with an air of finality.A thunder cracked hard enough to shake dust from the rooftops.“Why?” I gasped desperately. Why would he want Ethan? I wouldn't allow it!My arms trembled as I attempted to push myself up. However, my palms slipped on the gravel. Despite the pain of it, I could barely feel anything but the heat of panic burning in my chest.Vorare’s dark orbs for eyes eerily moved from me to Ethan, who managed to pull himself up despite Becca's power forcing him down. His pupils fluttered from amber to green, and his stance was staggered. Whateve
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Chapter: Primordial Sacrifice 2She was looking for the eye. I needed to do something. Ethan could handle himself and the best I could do was lessen the chances of him getting hurt.Blue flames tickled my fingers with frost biting my claws. The rapid snapping of bones followed as white fur pushed through the skin of my arms and legs to cover my beast-like limbs.“Release,” I breathed out to myself, throwing my hands forward to push the frost and flames at Vorare, who had pushed a rabid Khalid off him.Tyler had seemingly blended into the air himself before appearing on a street pole holding his frame with an arm.The flames swirled into a storm that swallowed Vorare, and icicles protruded in massive sizes out of the heart of it, stabbing through Vorare like knives.Chanting followed as the wind whistled. I recognized the call of it recognizing the way the sorcery danced in the air. Cressa and the Melbringers arrived from our north with milky white eyes, root tendrils, and shadows that danced with them.They were sti
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A Vow For Vengeance
If ever a woman's world had fallen apart, it was Elaine Campbell's, the heiress extraordinaire, when she was betrayed by her husband, Timothy Blackwood, whom she had given her heart and soul. Having lost her inheritance, being privately humiliated, and being falsely branded unstable, Elaine is left to struggle alone to survive. However, deep within her shattered life, there is a fierce determination to not only survive but also reclaim all she's lost.
Elaine grabs a chance to get back on her feet when desperate circumstances put her in direct contact with Anderson Ellsworth, the man she once loved and the heir to a strong rival family.
Their marriage of convenience is a fragile alliance, forged from necessity and old wounds, but it offers Elaine the protection and influence she needs to exact her carefully plotted revenge.
While navigating a world steeped in relentless corporate conflicts, inter-family wars, dirty secrets, and enfolding enemies, Elaine discovers unsettling truths that can risk everything dearest to her. She has a far greater ordeal to confront than Timothy; the depths of betrayal are boundless alongside the adversaries united against her, who are far more perilous.
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Chapter: The Tempest in Silk 2Anderson’s hand searched for mine behind and I caught on to it. We walked through the gallery, listening to Vivienne explain her artistic process with passion and expertise. She was clearly talented, successful, and everything a woman in our social circle was supposed to be. And the way she looked at Anderson…Stop it! I told myself firmly. You have no right to jealousy.Gosh, it was like my entire being had succumbed to an inferiority complex and I unconsciously compare myself to anyone I feel threatened by. I hated being like this.We paused in front of a large canvas dominated by swirling blues and grays, with flashes of gold that shone in the light.“It’s called ‘Tempest,’” Vivienne explained. “I painted it during a storm in Provence last summer. The light was extraordinary.”“You were in Provence?” I asked, more to insert myself into the conversation than from genuine curiosity.“Yes, I was. For three months. I had a residency there.” She then turned to Anderson. “You should hav
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Chapter: The Tempest in Silk “So,” I said as we stepped into the elevator. “This surprise you mentioned. Should I be concerned about the dress code?”Anderson’s mouth curved into that familiar half-smile that used to drive me crazy when we were teenagers. “Something elegant?” he suggested. “We are going to an art exhibition.”“An art exhibition?” I cocked an eyebrow. “That’s very cultured of you.”“Hmm, I have my moments.” he paused, his expression growing more serious. “It’s hosted by an old friend. Vivienne Ashworth. We went to Oxford together,”The name rang a bell. Old Seattle money. The kind that traced its lineage back to lumber barons and railroad fortunes. “Ashworth as in Ashworth Industries?”“The very same. She is incredibly talented. This is her first major exhibition since she moved back from Paris.” There was something in his tone, a warmth that made my stomach twist unexpectedly.An old friend. Right. She is expecting to meet you,” he added, watching my face carefully.Oh, she knows about me alread
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Chapter: The Good Stuff 2“It did actually.” I corrected. The fact tasted bitter in my mouth. “He seemed to understand the business. He had a great relationship with the board members and sometimes it seemed like I was sidelined. It didn’t seem to matter to me then because things were working out well. Neither did I know I was…” I trailed off, searching for the right words.“Used?” he suggested.The word hit close to home. “Stupid. I was stupid and grieving and desperate to prove I could handle my father’s legacy.” I kicked at a loose stone. “Turns out I couldn’t handle any of it.”“Don’t blame yourself.”“Who else can I blame, if not me?” I shot back.Anderson stopped walking and turned to face me fully. “Elaine, you were twenty-three and alone and trying to run a billion-dollar company. Cut yourself some slack.”The kindness in his voice almost undid me. I’d spent so many months blaming myself, replaying every decision, wondering how I could have been so blind.“Easy for you to say. You didn’t lose everythin
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Chapter: The Good StuffThe afternoon sun had set as we continued our leisurely walk through the vineyard. We’d been touring for over an hour now, and the initial angst had given way to something lighter.Francesca had excused herself twenty minutes ago to check the fermentation process, leaving Anderson and me to wander the paths alone. The summer air carried the sweet scent of grapes and the earthy smell of turned soil. In the distance, I watched as the workers moved methodically between the rows.“I forgot how peaceful this could be,” I murmured, trailing my fingers along a wooden post as we walked. “It’s quiet.”“I told you.”Anderson piped as he glanced at me sideways with a proud smile. “When was the last time you had quiet?”A quick bark of laughter burst from my throat, which made Anderson take a step back. My sudden burst probably caught him off guard.The question was not in any way funny or humorous in whatever sense. It was the answer I had for it. It was so pathetic.“To be very honest, the psyc
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Chapter: Quiet as a Knife 2I shook my head, trying to dispel the speculation. I didn't want to jump to conclusions and sabotage myself. Yet the suspicion whirled in my mind.I ended my riverie and focused on what was at hand at the moment. If there were any legal vulnerabilities in what Timothy had done, Silverton would know about them.More importantly, Silverton would have records. He would also have evidence of exactly how Timothy had orchestrated my destruction.The bathroom door opened, and I quickly switched to a new website.“Anything happening in the world?” Anderson asked as he approached in a cloud of steam.“The usual chaos,” I replied, scrolling through the headlines I wasn’t really reading.He paused in front of the wardrobe, his hand resting on a crisp white shirt. In the mirror's reflection, I noticed him watching me, his eyes partially concealed by his eyelashes.“Elaine.”Something in his tone made me look up from the laptop screen. “Yes?” I answered as I turned to him.“You don't have to pret
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Chapter: Quiet as a KnifeI had no recollection of how I had finally managed to fall asleep last night. Ever since everything came crashing down in my life, I had rarely had the opportunity to sleep in the same bed with someone else in a long while.I was very nervous at first. It was impossible not to be when Aderson was lying three feet away from me, breathing steadily in the darkness.He had dozed off sooner than I expected, such that I couldn’t help being surprised.The massive four-poster bed might as well have been a football field for all the distance we’d maintained between us. That didn’t bother me though.The wedding candles that Francesca and other staff had lit in the room wept silently as time moved on. At that moment, the bedroom held no air of romance, nor flaming affection, but a kind of neutral warmth and comfort.It felt like all the deep-rooted hatred and ruthless cruelty had been softened by the lightness of the celebration, reduced to nothing more than a faint trace of smoke and fire.I sl
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