“Do you take Shane Medes, Great and mighty Alpha King, leader of the blood moon pack to be your lawful wedded mate?” Lauren coaxed her words, holding a book in her hand. “Yes.” I smiled, the butterflies in my belly started to dance as I looked at the Alpha king in his face. “Now, your turn Shane.” Lauren darted her eye at him, “do you take Harley Steven, this ordinary human, a lowlife and outcast from her family to be your lawfully wedded Luna and mate?” I look at Shane waiting for his reply in anticipation. I have always wanted this day to come. To finally get married to Shane, just as the moon goddess has promised. “Yes! I would till death separates us.” He pulled me by my waist, my belly hitting his. He raised my chin with his hand, his lips curly to a kiss, and he…
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BLOOD MOON PACKIt was a dark and stormy night, the kind that sent chills down your spine.The Blood Moon pack was being attacked by a rival pack, and the night was filled with the sounds of howling and yelping.There was fire and smoke everywhere, and it seemed like the whole world was going to end.Inside the pack den, little Shane could hear the fighting. He was huddled in a corner, his heart pounding in his chest. His father, George Mades, came over to him and put a hand on his shoulder."It's going to be okay, Shane," George said, his voice gentle but firm. "I need you to stay here and be brave. I promise I'll be back soon."But Shane couldn't stop crying. He was terrified, and he didn't want to be left alone. "Please don't leave me!" he sobbed. "I'm scared!" But George had to go. He was the alpha, and it was his duty to protect his pack.George knelt down and put his hands on Shane's shoulders. "Someday, you'll be the alpha," he said."You'll be the one who takes care of the pack. I need you to be strong for me, for all of us." He looked at Roy, who was standing nearby. "Roy, stay here with Shane. Keep him safe."With that, George turned and ran out into the battle. Shane struggled against Roy, trying to run after his father. But Roy held him back, his strong arms keeping him in place.***The battle raged on for hours, the rival demon wolves attacking with a ferocity that was terrifying. The Blood Moon pack was doing their best to fight back, but they were losing ground.And then, George Mades entered the fray. He was a fierce warrior, and he fought with a passion that was unmatched. He cut down wolf after wolf, his sword a blur of steel.And then, he faced the rival pack's leader. They fought for what seemed like an eternity, until finally, George struck the killing blow. But it was not without cost.With the death of their leader, the rival demon wolves started to retreat.But the victory was bittersweet, for George Mades lay dead on the battlefield. The Blood Moon pack mourned their fallen alpha, and all eyes turned to his young son, Shane.He was just a boy, and he had lost both of his parents. He sank to his knees, sobbing.How could this have happened? Why did it have to be him? Why couldn't he have saved his father?The grief and guilt were overwhelming.He kept wishing that he never should have let his father go.In the weeks and months that followed, Shane struggled to find his footing.His friend Roy did everything he could to help, but it was hard. Shane was still a child, and he had been thrust into a role that was too big for him.He felt overwhelmed, and he felt alone. He missed his parents, and he wondered how he could possibly fill their shoes. But he knew he had to try.The pack was depending on him, and he could not let them down.Shane's training was grueling, but he did not give up. He was flogged and bitten, but he endured it all. And after twenty-seven years, he was to be crowned the new alpha.It was a momentous occasion, but it was also bittersweet. Shane would never forget the sacrifices that had been made, and he would always carry the weight of that loss.All he knew was that he had to be strong, for the sake of his pack.^^^^^^^^^^^^^SHANE MEDES - 27 years old.The pack had spent weeks preparing for this day. The village was decorated with banners and flowers, and a large crowd had gathered to witness the coronation.In his chambers, Shane stood in front of a mirror, while his friend Roy helped him get dressed. Roy looked at Shane in the mirror, and a smile spread across his face."You look like a true alpha," he said. "I'm so proud of you."Shane returned the smile. "Thank you, my friend," he said. "I couldn't have done this without you.""You've come so far," Roy continued. "You've surpassed all my expectations, and you're going to be a great leader." He paused, and then added, "The only thing missing is a mate."Shane laughed. "I don't have time for that," he said. "I have a pack to lead."Just then, there was a knock at the door. Shane's sister, Lauren, entered the room. "It's time," she said.“Sister.” Shane eyes went watery. Lauren walked closer to him and held his face in her arm.“Im happy to what you’ve become.”Lauren gave Shane a kiss on the forehead, and then they left the chamber together.They made their way to the gathering place, where thousands of werewolves had assembled. The air was electric, filled with anticipation and excitement.As they approached the altar, Shane felt a rush of emotion. This was the moment he had been waiting for.The crowd roared as he stepped forward. There were at least a million werewolves present, all eager to see their new alpha. It was a moment of triumph, but also of humility."Shane's father, George, was a great alpha," the priest began. "He was fair and just, and he brought prosperity to our pack. He will be remembered forever, as one of the greatest leaders we have ever known." The crowd was silent, as they honored George's memory.After a moment, the priest turned to Shane. "Shane, you have been chosen to lead our pack. You will be stronger than your father, and you will achieve great things.Shane knelt, his head bowed, as the priest placed the crown on his head. The crowd began to sing a song of praise, their voices filling the air with joy and hope.The priest placed the crown on Shane head. When the song was over, Shane stood to his feet.The crowd all bowed before him, as he turned to them, their eyes full of adoration and respect.This was the moment he had been waiting for, the moment he had prepared for his whole life. He was ready to lead his pack into a new era."Now let us praise our new alpha!" the priest declared."Let us welcome him with a roar!" And the crowd erupted, a deafening sound that seemed to shake the earth itself.Shane stood tall, basking in the glory of the moment. He was the new alpha, and this was just the beginning.The news of Shane's ascension spread like wildfire, traveling through the werewolf world and into the human world.People whispered about him, his name on everyone's lips. They spoke of his achievements, his victories in battle, and his strength and wisdom.They said that no one should dare challenge him, for he was more powerful than any other alpha before him.It turned out to be true and those who challenged him asked were is infinity power came from.They whispered that he was a force to be reckoned with, and that his name would be remembered for generations to come.“The Strongest Alpha King! Without a weakness”Everyone prays it never change.SHANEThe moment I heard that howl, I stopped thinking like a man. And started thinking like a wolf.It wasn’t just a warning call. It was a declaration. A challenge. A line being crossed.I crouched low, claws forming, bones shifting subtly beneath my skin—but not fully. Not yet. Caspian was at the surface, ready to take over, but I wasn’t giving him control. Not unless I had no choice.My eyes flicked around the circle.Harley stood behind me, her face pale but calm. Her hands still glowed faintly, like embers not yet cooled. The brothers had instinctively taken formation—Connor to the left, Kade to the right, Jasper a step behind Harley, shielding her like he would his own blood.That’s what we were now.Not just fighters.Pack.“I count five,” Connor muttered, his voice barely audible, sharp as a blade. “Maybe six. Can’t see beyond the brush.”“Roy wouldn’t send just a handful,” Jasper said. “This is a test.”“A message,” Kade growled.No one needed to say it aloud. We all knew wh
HARLEYBy the time the sun dipped behind the horizon, the field behind the house no longer looked like the same place I stood in earlier.Torches flickered along its edge now, their flames swaying with the evening wind. The smell of ash and earth mixed with crushed herbs scattered in a perfect circle. Kade had drawn symbols in the dirt—strange, sweeping marks that pulsed faintly with energy even before the ritual began.This was no ordinary training.This was an awakening.Shane stood a few paces behind me, silent, steady. I hadn’t looked back at him yet, but I could feel his eyes on me like a heartbeat. They made it easier to breathe. Barely.Jasper and Kade moved in unison, setting down small iron bowls at each cardinal point around the circle. Each bowl held something different—ash, salt, moonstone shards, and water from a hidden spring Shane had fetched earlier that day. Jasper said these were elements of grounding. Kade just called them “anchors.”Connor stood to the side with hi
HARLEYThe morning came slowly, dragging its gray light across the sky like paint on a faded canvas.I hadn’t slept.Not because of nightmares—but because I was afraid of what might happen if I dreamed.Ever since that night in the woods… since the wolf in the mist… the air around me had changed. I felt it in the way the shadows stretched just a little farther around my footsteps. In the way wind would sometimes curl toward my ear like it was whispering secrets.Magic.It lived beneath my skin now.And it didn’t like being ignored.I stood barefoot in the kitchen, watching the kettle hum. Steam twisted up into the air in soft, haunting spirals. My fingers tingled, that now-familiar ache pulsing at my palms. The warmth was back—gentle, coaxing. Like it was calling me to open the door I’d only just begun to crack.I pressed a hand against the wooden table.“Show me,” I whispered.At first, nothing.Then—softly—a tremor beneath the grain.It was small. Delicate. The wood groaned as if si
CONNORThe war room was quiet.It wasn’t really a war room, of course. Just Jasper’s office in the back of the house—walls lined with old maps, dusty books, half-used notebooks and mismatched weapons propped in corners like forgotten relics.But tonight, it felt like a war room.Because war was coming.I stood with my arms folded, leaning against the far wall, eyes fixed on the map laid across the table. It had once belonged to our father. He used to trace the old pack lines with a silver pen, mumbling about honor and blood and balance, long before we understood what any of it really meant.Now those lines were nothing but scars.“Roy’s on the move,” Kade muttered, dragging a marker across the edge of the territory. “Baron’s wolves were spotted near the ridge line.”“Rogues don’t travel in groups unless they’re led,” Jasper added. “They’re organizing. That’s not instinct. That’s Roy.”Shane stood at the head of the table, his jaw locked, eyes unreadable. He hadn’t said much. He didn’t
HARLEYThe house was too quiet.Not the peaceful kind of quiet. Not the comfortable silence that came after a long day, wrapped in blankets and breathing in sync with someone beside you.No—this quiet hummed. It watched.Like the walls were holding their breath.I sat cross-legged on the rug in Shane’s room, his hoodie swallowed around me, my bare feet pressed into the fabric as I stared at my hands.They looked the same.Soft, pale. No scars. No glowing marks. No runes carved into my palms like in those old witch stories.But I could feel it now.Something pulsing beneath the skin.Something awake.It hadn’t stopped since the library. Ever since Shane shifted and saved me—no, since before that. Since I heard his voice in my head. Since I knew I wasn’t just falling for him…I was becoming something else.He’d gone downstairs to speak with the others—Kade, Jasper, Connor. I could hear their voices faintly through the floorboards, low and tense. Planning. Preparing.They didn’t think I c
ROYThe wind was sharp tonight.Cold, biting—like a warning carved into the air itself.But warnings didn’t move me.Not anymore.I stood atop the cliff at the edge of no-man’s-land, overlooking the valley where borders blurred. Behind me, the moon bled silver over barren trees. Below, the old ruins still whispered of power lost and blood spilled. These lands didn’t belong to any one pack now. They were cursed. Forgotten.Perfect for gathering wolves who had no home left to lose.The rogues.I tightened the leather strap around my wrist and watched as one by one, they emerged from the shadows. Feral eyes. Snarling mouths. Some limping from old battles, others practically dripping with rage.Broken things.But even broken things have their uses—if you know how to hold the leash.And I did.The largest of them stepped forward first—Baron. Half his face was scarred beyond recognition, and his left eye glowed white with blindness. But the other eye—sharp. Calculating.“You called,” he gro
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