LOGINAlpha Ayden rejected his mate, Samantha Nonis in front of his entire pack. He carries a secret about his bloodline that makes him stronger, faster, and more dangerous than any Alpha alive. He rejected her to protect his pack from a war closing in on its borders, and has spent five years telling himself it was the right decision. Samantha Nonis walked away carrying his child and never looked back. She built a life out of nothing and buried the girl who used to cry over Alpha Ayden. A forced alliance between two packs drags Samantha back onto Moonclaw land, and Ayden senses his daughter the moment he looks into her eyes, his own eyes, staring back at him. What will happen when Ayden learns his daughter carries his bloodline, and everything that comes with it? Will Stormfang Pack use what they've known for months to tear this family apart? Can a rejection this deep ever be forgiven, or will Ayden's second chance come five years too late?
View MoreAYDENThe second message comes just before dawn, and this time there's no tactful language wrapped around the threat inside it.I unfold the parchment with hands that have finally stopped shaking. Some numb, focused calm settles over me now that the waiting itself has become the only thing left to survive. Ronan's handwriting greets me one final time.‘The Parley failed because peace was never the point, Alpha Hogan. My grandfather made certain of that decades before either of us existed. Consider this the only honest thing I've sent you since this began: there will be no further messages, no further terms, no further attempts at civility between us. Moonclaw and everyone standing beside it will answer for three generations of debt by sunrise, or by whatever hour it takes my pack to finish what we started.’"He doesn’t want to stop," Darius says, reading over my shoulder, his voice grim but steady. "No more pretence of grievance or negotiation.""He's been at it since the moment he am
AYDEN"Every border," I repeat, forcing the words out slow and steady even as something in my chest threatens to come apart entirely. "You're certain?""Confirmed by three separate scouts, Alpha," Darius's second says, still catching his breath. "Ravenclaw, Fenfang, Frosthowl, and our own eastern line. Stormfang warriors moving in formation, all at once, no attempt at concealment this time.""Then he's done pretending this is anything but war," Darius says grimly, already turning toward the door. "I'll wake the garrison commanders. We need every coalition pack alerted within the hour.""Go," I say, and he does, Bram and Jareth and the others following quickly behind him, the courtyard erupting into the controlled, urgent motion of a pack preparing for exactly the fight none of us wanted but all of us knew was coming.I don't move immediately. I stand there instead, Frois's confession still ringing in my ears louder than the shouted orders filling the courtyard around me, and for one l
AYDEN"Say it," I tell him, when the silence stretches too long for any of us to bear standing inside it any longer. "Whatever's left. All of it, Frois. You don't get to stop halfway while revealing this information."Frois nods slowly, some final, exhausted resolve settling over his features, the particular look of a man who has finally run out of places left to hide from his own history."Yes," he says. "Ronan Thrynn is my grandson. My daughter's son, raised by his father's Stormfang relations after I decided, in my grief and my cowardice, that hiding him was easier than raising him myself." He draws a slow, unsteady breath. "But that isn't the debt he spoke of in that letter, Alpha. The debt is older than Ronan. Older than his mother. It belongs to my own family, going back three generations, to a promise made long before any of us currently standing in this courtyard were born.""What promise?" Darius asks, his voice tight, controlled."My grandfather's generation struck an agreem
AYDENHe looks smaller than I remember.Frois stands just inside Moonclaw's gates, in between two wary guards. The man who once commanded an entire council's respect with nothing more than a raised eyebrow now looks like exactly what he's become. He looks old, hunted, and entirely out of places left to run."Alpha," he says, inclining his head with careful, deliberate respect. "Thank you for seeing me.""I'm not seeing you out of courtesy," I say, keeping my voice hard, unwilling to offer more warmth than the moment has earned. "I'm seeing you because you helped us find Lucian, and because I want to understand exactly why a man who ran straight into Ronan Thrynn's camp is now standing unarmed at my gates asking for an audience.""Because Ronan considers me a traitor now too," Frois says simply. "The moment he learned I'd sent word about the wards protecting your Beta, I stopped being useful to him. He doesn't forgive usefulness spent on someone else's behalf, Alpha. I imagine you've l
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