Iris Herewit broke the sacred laws for love. Now, she’s the only one who can save the pack that cast her out. Iris Herewit was born a Silver Wolf. Daughter of a fallen Alpha, promised to the next Alpha; destined to lead. But fate had other plans. Instead of binding herself to Alpha Gerald Ford, the mate chosen for her by the Moon, Iris chose love. Married for love. Wild, reckless, forbidden love, with a werewolf from a rival pack. Their wedding night ended in blood. Patrick, her beloved husband, was murdered by Gerald’s sister, Patrick's scorned true mate. While Gerald saved Iris from the death… then erased her. Her memories wiped. Her bond shattered. Her name forgotten. Years later, she returns to Silvaton Ridge under a false identity, hired to care for Gerald’s ailing mother. She doesn’t remember him. He doesn’t recognize her. But something stirs. A primal pull neither can ignore. One kiss cracks the spell, and the truth begins to unravel. He believes his mate died. She realizes if he remembers, it could destroy them both. But war is coming. Rival packs are circling. And the Silver Wolves’ survival may depend on a love that defied destiny and a woman who once dared to rewrite it. A forgotten identity. A bond that fate never broke. And a love too dangerous to deny. Will an ancient bond between this Luna and her Alpha survive?
View MoreIris
Blue Lake Town, Colorado. December, 2022. He's kissing me. I'm kissing him. The air is thick with heat and extreme devotion, his breath mingling with mine as Patrick kisses me again and again. My husband, my secret, my sin. The man I just sacrificed everything for. Regret gnaws, but I push it back. We married only hours ago in a hidden chapel just outside Silvaton Ridge. The rings we exchanged gleam in the poor motel lamplight, proof of our vow against everything in our lives. Proof of our true love. Our devotion to one another forever. I recall his vow. 'I, Patrick take you forever as my wife. My life. No one separates us from now till eternity.' Those words filter in now. Echoing in this intimate moment between Patrick and I. My heart thunders beneath his touch as his fingers trace the lines of my bare skin. His touch is slow and reverent. He moves inside me, deep and gentle, as if memorizing the rhythm of my entire body. The rhythm of my soul. I’m his, completely. Finally, and I don’t care about the war we started by loving each other. I’m an eighteen year old Luna. The daughter of a fallen Alpha from the Silver Wolf Pack. Killed under mysterious orders. I was promised to Alpha Gerald Ford, my fated mate, the pack’s leader. But I ran. Fled Silvaton Ridge. Crossed the border to be with the one I chose, Patrick, a Blue Wolf. An enemy. A rival. A forbidden love entanglement. I broke my mother’s heart. Broke all our ancient laws. All for love for Patrick. All for the love of this werewolf, who promises me a life filled with passion and adventure and not duty and ancient mate bonds, like my parents shared. ‘You’re being naive, Iris…listening to Patrick’s human imbibed charm filled tongue…’ My mum’s argument days ago, after I told her I went to reject my Alpha, Gerald. I told him he wasn't passionate. I needed passion. ‘Nothing like passion and adventure. Your bond with your mate is most important. Fulfilling the ancient rituals…’ My heated argument with mum days ago, threatens to shatter me. But I push the memory and accompanying guilt back. “I... I can’t hold on anymore, Patrick...” I whisper, the pleasure unbearable. “C*me for me, my love,” he murmurs, his voice wrecked with devotion. I’m seconds away, when the door blasts open. I scream. Patrick grabs me, shielding my body with his. Red eyes gleam in the dark. A monstrous shadow stands in the doorway, towering, snarling, terrifying me. Eriana. I know those eyes. I know that rage. Leader of the female betas. Patrick’s mate by law, not love. Sister to Gerald. Patrick shifts instantly, covering me. “Eriana…” his voice trembles. She doesn’t speak. She growls. Two wolves flank her. Betrayal screams in the air. Her fury is ancient. Righteous. And terrifying. She lunges for me. Patrick meets her midair, fur and fangs colliding, snarls tearing through the room. “Patrick!” I cry, as their wolves crash and twist across the room. But she’s stronger. Her rage is a weapon. She pins him. “No!” I scream, struggling to rise. Patrick’s eyes find mine one last time. Bleeding. Loving. “I love you, Iris… Always,” he rasps. Then Eriana rips out his throat. Blood floods the room. The scent hits me hard like fire. My wolf howls from within, erupting, trembling, but I’m too slow. Too weak. I charge her, but Eriana flings me like I’m nothing. My body hits the wall. My vision swims randomly. Pain rips through my side. My wolf fights to take over but I’m drowning in grief, in rage, in helplessness. She comes for me again, and I know death is next. The next I hear, “Eriana! Enough!” A voice. Cold. Commanding. Everything freezes around me. Alpha Gerald. He's here. He steps into the room, his wolf form immense, his power suffocating. His eyes lock on mine, burning, emotionless. I choke on my own breath. “You’re going to spare her?” Eriana snarls. “After what she did to you? She rejected you. Took my mate.” “She betrayed me,” Gerald replies, voice low and deadly. “But I won’t kill her.” He picks me up like I weigh nothing. My blood drips down his arms. I can’t move. Can’t speak. The world spins. “You killed your betrayer. Let me punish mine as I deem fit.” “What punishment?” Eriana growls. Silence. I pass out. *** I wake up in a room. It’s warm. My throat burns. My neck stings like it’s been scorched. Burns like alcohol against my skin. Muffled voices come up. “What would you have me do, Alpha?” Pause. “I fell in love with her…Not just the ancient connection…Not just the duty... It would kill me if I kill her…” He pauses. Heavy. Pain etched in his silence. Then his voice cones up. Stronger. Colder. “Erase her. Her memory. Her face. Her past. Make her someone else.” A sharp gasp. “The ancient punishment fit for only Lunas…The one metted by only Alpha's when their hearts have been betrayed…But she’s your Luna.” “Correction, she's my sinful Luna!” His voice is sharp. Raw with pain. “She was mine by fate. She left by choice. Broke our fated bond. Rejected me, because she hated the pack rules. Because she was afraid of ending up in a passionless bond like her parents shared. Because she allowed her heart choose Patrick…” Something suddenly shifts in the air. In his tone. “I have erased her by pain. She died the moment she let another man touch her.” I try to cry out. I can’t. My mouth won’t move. My limbs won’t obey. They’re binding me with something stronger than rope. A strong ancient magic. One I recognize even in my sleep. “She was fated to me,” Gerald continues, “but she made her choice. Patrick was to marry Eriana and unite our packs. She shattered that with her selfish love. With her love for reckless abandon and human ideas of passion…” Pain stabs my chest. I can’t breathe. I need to breathe. No, Gerald. “If I ever see Iris Herewit again,” Gerald says, voice slicing the air, “I’ll rip her heart out myself.”IrisI look at him, stunned.Why did I say that?But it’s out there now. I can’t take it back.Hearing about his suffering from another woman, something inside me twists. I want to help. Ease it. Even if I’m not like them, not a wolf. At least I can do something. Right?“Claim me,” I say boldly. Unrelenting. He stares at me. Shocked.But there it is, etched across his face. Temptation. Restraint. Heat.“If I claim you,” he says, voice low and sharp, “no male will ever touch you again. I’d be bound to punish both you and him… as I deem fit.”A warning.Not a refusal.Is that what happened with the other Iris? Did he allow his sister to hurt her as punishment? Is that how it works in their world? So many questions swirl in my head. But one question burns brighter, what does it feel like to be claimed by this Alpha?“Would you protect me, if you claim me? From every foe?” The words tumble out before I can stop them. Maybe from need. Maybe from fear.Maybe from hope.I think of the night
Iris.A strange feeling ripples through my chest at his words. Spreads like wildfire. Settles into my heart. I stare into his intense gaze. He isn’t flirting. No… He’s too serious for that. Too authoritative. His devotion, to this pack, to this land, radiates from him. Always.“Don’t escape me...” My voice is a whisper. A plea. His gaze narrows, focused now on my lips. I don’t know why I said it. But I did. And I don’t want to take it back.“I won’t. Not anymore.”He finds my lips again, claiming them with an urgency that flattens reason. He presses me to the wall, lifts my arms above my head, and pins them there, his body deliciously hard against mine. I moan, helpless, hungry. His scent floods my senses. Earth. Musk. Male. I drown in it.One of his hands cups my breast, massaging, then expertly teasing my nipple. I arch into his touch, offering more. He growls, deep and animalistic. That sound. That Alpha sound. It shoots through me like lightning.In one swift motion, he lifts me
Primrose.I watch the shock register on Iris’ face. There’s softness there too. I shouldn’t say much. But she deserves to know, so she can make her choice.“Gerald was mated to his Luna. Iris Herewit.”Pain sears through me. The memory cuts deep. That Blood Moon festival…dancing, the howling ritual, the circling. The Moon Goddess choosing our mates.I was chosen for Luke. Erianna for Patrick…to unite the Silver and Blue Wolf packs. And Gerald was chosen for Iris.“Iris was chosen for Gerald…” I chuckle bitterly. The memories sting. “I was never friends with her. She was too rebellious. Didn’t care for pack rules. Wanted to be like the humans in Silvaton Ridge. I kept my distance. I liked the rules. I believed in them.”She watches me now with keen interest, silent.“Then she fell in love with Patrick. Erianna’s fated mate. No one knows how it started. We only know it began with secret notes during the ritual. Then it grew... until one day, they eloped. She rejected her mate.”I let th
Iris.Two days later.I’m setting out medications for Mrs. Ford. Today, she says she feels cold. The weather’s awful, relentless rain all morning, clouds hanging heavy in a dull gray sky. It's 10 a.m., yet it feels like dusk. The clouds awfully grey. I haven’t seen the Alpha since that night. Since the kiss. The one that shot fire through me, left my body pulsing with sensations I didn’t recognize, and he… he vanished like smoke. Not a word. Not a glimpse. It puzzles me. It's distracting. But I push the thought away. I'm at work. No room to dwell on lips and what they might have meant. What they could have done. “Mrs. Ford…” I nudge her gently. She stirs, offers a soft smile.“Your medication,” I say, helping her sit upright. She smells nice. Always does.She swallows the pills with practiced ease. But her eyes… they stay locked on me. She’s been looking at me like that for two days now. Searching. Knowing. It's disturbing.“I’m sorry your first day at Silvaton Ridge was… devastatin
Iris.He’s staring at me. Intense. Focused. Like I’m something he doesn’t want to want, but does anyway. Like I'm sin and poison all in one. I squirm under the weight of his gaze, heat rising under my skin. Why am I here again? I only meant to ask a question. Just clear the air. But now that I’m here, I feel small. Unsure.“I didn’t want them to know who you are, because I didn’t want your first days here to be awkward.” He's shifting the crackling tension. I sense it. My chest tightens.His eyes hold mine, warm with… consideration? That doesn’t match the Alpha who commands packs and terrifies the vampires. Yet here he is, seated behind his desk, controlled, powerful wrapped in grace. A king without a crown.“Silvaton Ridge is small. Word travels fast,” he continues. “The stares can be cruel, especially when your name is tangled with scandal.”His voice falters. Something shadows his words. A note of grief. A secret. Subtle, but there.He glances away. And in that tiny gesture, I se
Iris.I’m standing in front of Alpha Gerald’s mother’s door. Travis stands beside me. The large modern panel looms, cold and intimidating. This should be easy, tend to a woman Primrose swears is sweet. How hard can it be? I tended to my mother in her final days.Alpha Gerald dropped me off himself, saying something urgent came up at the borders. I didn’t catch the details, but… his absence unsettles me. Why does it feel like a void? That brief ride back, even in silence was intense. The air between us thick. Charged with something unidentifiable.“Come in.” A woman’s voice calls from behind the door, commanding and strong.Travis opens it, guiding us inside. My eyes scan the space. Elegant. Clean. Tasteful art. A vase. Fresh flowers. Everything curated and warm.“Mrs. Ford,” Travis begins, dragging my attention from a painting. “Alpha asked me to bring your new caregiver.”Then I see them, her eyes. Golden. Like her son’s. My breath catches.She shifts to stand, gripping a polished c
Welcome to GoodNovel world of fiction. If you like this novel, or you are an idealist hoping to explore a perfect world, and also want to become an original novel author online to increase income, you can join our family to read or create various types of books, such as romance novel, epic reading, werewolf novel, fantasy novel, history novel and so on. If you are a reader, high quality novels can be selected here. If you are an author, you can obtain more inspiration from others to create more brilliant works, what's more, your works on our platform will catch more attention and win more admiration from readers.
Comments