LOGINThey called me "slave, whore, mistake." But he called me HIS. By day, I scrubbed floors while they laughed. By night, he took me to his bed and made me forget the cold. I thought that was love. I thought that being his mistress was better than being nothing. Until I begged him, “Clear my name, Logan. Let them know I’m not just the woman you touch in the dark.” He looked at me, and his jaw tightened, his eyes colder than I’d ever seen. “You knew what this was.” “Then make it more,” I whispered. “I need it to be more.” But he walked away, and broke me further. --- Reina Vale was accused of murdering her parents, and her life became worse than that of a slave, with even the loveliest servant spitting in her face. Fate plays a big move by sending her to the Northern pack where she meets Alpha Logan Draven. From being a slave, to being his midnight mistress, Reina has never been more. When Logan chooses his arranged Luna over her, she escapes his castle in hopes to create a better life for herself. But with Logan's seed growing in her belly, and her brothers suddenly wanting her back, Reina has to choose between being a prisoner, and being Alpha Logan's Queen.
View MoreCULLENThe sun was just beginning to dip behind the northern cliffs, spilling golden light over the castle and the surrounding forests. The air smelled faintly of pine and earth, and the distant howls of wolves echoed softly, a reminder of the Northern Pack’s enduring strength. I stood at the edge of the cliff, feeling the wind tug at my coat, and watched the castle in the distance, alive with movement and warmth. Peace had settled over the pack, a peace that had been hard-won through battles, betrayals, and sacrifices.Beside me, Mina held my hand, her fingers warm and steady against mine. She had always been my anchor, the quiet strength that had held me together when everything else felt uncertain. I remembered vividly the night she had confessed her truth, her voice barely above a whisper, trembling with vulnerability. “Cullen, I am the daughter of that wealthy family on the northern cliff. I left it all, everything, to be near you. I became a servant in the castle because I could
REINAThe sun rose gently over the Northern Pack’s castle, casting a warm golden glow across the courtyards and towers. Birds sang in the trees, their calls mingling with the soft rustle of leaves, and for the first time in what felt like an eternity, the air carried no tension, no lingering shadows of betrayal or fear. The castle felt alive, breathing with the energy of a pack finally at peace.I stood on the balcony, cradling my son in my arms. He was no longer the tiny, fragile infant who had stirred fear in my heart at every small sound. He was ten years old now, tall for his age, with sharp golden eyes that mirrored his father’s intensity and a calm, measured presence that hinted at his inner strength. His wolf aura pulsed gently around him, a clear sign of his growing abilities.“Look at you,” I whispered, brushing a strand of hair from his face. “Ten years old and already learning so much. I hope you understand, little one, that every lesson is meant to guide you, to help you p
REINAThe morning after Seraphina drank from the poisoned cup dawned unusually quiet. The castle seemed to hold its breath, the usual sounds of servants bustling and torches crackling replaced by an eerie stillness. I held my son close, feeling the gentle rise and fall of his chest, and let out a breath I hadn’t realized I was holding.Logan had insisted on remaining with me through the night, pacing the nursery floor while keeping one hand on the cradle and the other occasionally brushing my hair from my forehead. His eyes, dark and intense, never left me, as if he were measuring the depth of my exhaustion and worry with every heartbeat.Moon rose whispered, “Stay vigilant, Reina. The storm is over, but the shadows remain.”I nodded slightly, even though he could not see my expression. My senses were sharpened, alert to the slightest disturbance. The poison had been taken care of, the threat neutralized—but Seraphina had underestimated the loyalty and cleverness of those around her.
REINAThe morning air was thick with sunlight, but I felt no warmth as I sat in the nursery, cradling my son in my arms. His soft breathing, the little rises and falls of his tiny chest, should have brought me peace, yet a gnawing unease settled in my stomach. Something about the day felt wrong, as though shadows were moving just beyond the edges of my vision.I glanced toward the door when a soft knock interrupted my thoughts.“Reina? May I come in?” The voice was timid, almost fearful, yet there was urgency beneath the softness.I looked up to see one of Seraphina’s maids standing at the threshold. Her eyes were wide, darting nervously around the room as if she feared someone was listening. My stomach tightened.“Yes,” I said, keeping my voice calm but firm. “Come in.”She stepped hesitantly into the room, clutching a folded cloth against her chest. “I… I need to tell you something,” she whispered, lowering her voice until it was barely audible. “Something that could—could harm your






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