LOGINHe was supposed to be a cold pack treaty. Instead, he became my Worst Hell. As a Young Wolf Scholar of the Nielsen Moonfang Pack, I knew my destiny was already written. I was bound by a sacred mate bond to Magnus Andersen—the terrifying Future Alpha King of the Silverclaw Throne. Magnus is cold, unyielding, and rules the Silverclaw Royal Citadel with an iron fist. To him, I was nothing but a pack alliance. Desperate to feel wanted for just one night before surrendering my freedom, I made a reckless mistake. I stepped into the Moonrest Royal Lodge to meet another wolf. But nobody hides from the Future Alpha King. When Magnus catches me, his golden alpha eyes don't just flash with anger—they burn with a dark, possessive fury. In a flash of raw dominance, he rips me away from danger, claims my innocence, and forces me into his royal bed. Now, there is no escape from his heavy touch. I am trapped in his citadel, completely consumed by an ancient moon bloodline and a ruthless Alpha who vows to breed me raw and fill my womb with his royal cubs before we even reach the sacred lunar shrine. I thought I was playing with fire. But tonight, my Alpha is going to burn me whole.
View More“Are you trying to kill yourself, Cain?” Rafe Kensington’s harsh voice slices through the damp night air before his hand even touches me.My throat burns under the punishing squeeze of his blood-slick fingers. Cold rain washes down my face, but the heat pressing against my chest is scalding. My back smacks hard against the ancient trunk of a silver birch tree at the edge of the Nightfall Territory, my heels digging into the muddy earth.“I was handling it,” I force out, my voice coming through his grip in a bruised rasp.“Handling it?” Rafe leans in, his piercing icy eyes glowing with the dangerous inner pulse of an Alpha wolf. His teeth are bare, sharp and lethal, snapping at the humid air between our mouths. “You were five seconds away from letting a rogue tear your throat out in the brush, little omega.”My heart thumps violently against my ribs. Not from terror. God help me, it isn’t terror that makes my blood race and my wolf whine low in my chest. It’s the intoxicating scent of
"You shouldn't have come back to the Silverfang Keep tonight, Cain."Rafe Kensington's voice cuts through the pitch-black shadows of the forest, deep, possessive, and dripping with an alpha’s authority that makes my blood run cold. I freeze on the gravel path, my breath catching in my throat as his tall, imposing figure steps into the pale light of the full moon.I stare at him, my heart hammering against my ribs like a trapped beast. Three weeks. It's been three long weeks since he shoved me away at the Nightfall borders, telling me to run and never look back. But here I am, standing right on his pack’s throat, wearing a tight black tunic that hugs my chest, my hair swept back, trying to pretend I belong in the high-stakes world of modern werewolf royalty."I don't need your permission to walk near the Bloodmoon Court, Rafe," I bite out, forcing my voice to stay steady even as my palms sweat. "I'm not that helpless omega you can just order around anymore."Rafe takes a slow, predator
“Damn it all to hell.”Beckett curses viciously into the damp night air, kneeling on the wet grass outside Silverfang Keep.I stay crouched low against the heavy stone wall, scanning the tree line. “What happened?”“Ripped my fucking pants on some silver-edged barbed wire buried in this useless backwoods brush.”Beside me, Sterling sighs heavily, rolling his shoulders and cracking his knuckles in the dark. “And why do we care?”“Because these are brand new, you brainless brute,” Beckett snaps, shooting him a glare.Sterling exhales a puff of white mist and turns his head toward me. “Why the fuck do we keep bringing this pampered pup along?”“Try me, and I will claim you like a bitch in heat,” Beckett growls, which causes Sterling and me to snort under our breath.“You lack the raw weight to pin anything, little wolf.”“Then I will tear out your throat and mark the corpse.”“With what claws, pup?”I clear my throat, my voice low and authoritative. “If you two are done posturing like un
“You have three seconds to explain yourself, Cain,” Rafe grumbles, his voice a low, terrifying rumble that vibrates straight into my jaw as his large hand clamps down around my windpipe. “Before I decide to snap your slender neck right here.”Every instinct inside me screams to shift, to let my wolf burst through my skin and claw at his face, but the absolute dominance rolling off him in waves pins me to the spot. His arctic, silver-tinted eyes drill into mine through the slit of his black wolf mask, his massive, broad-shouldered frame blocking out every bit of light in the VIP den.He isn’t crushing my throat completely, but the raw Alpha strength humming under his calloused fingertips tells me he could crush my trachea with a single flick of his wrist.“I—no, my name is—” My breath hitches, a soft gasp escaping my lips as his thumb digs into the sensitive skin right under my jaw, tilting my head back.“Let us try that again,” Rafe purrs, his voice dropping into a smoky, dangerous re












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