LOGINChannary always believed the Moon had blessed her. Born to an Alpha family, she was destined for greatness. So on the night of the Blood-Moon Unity Festival, a gathering where newly made wolves seek their fated mates, she was certain that fate was on her side. But as the blood-red moon bathed the night sky, her life took a dark turn. Drugged and mated against her will, Channary was left abandoned in The Grove, shunned by her pack and disowned by her father, the Alpha. Years later, Channary lives four packs away, raising her twin daughters in secrecy, piecing together a quiet life as she leaves the past behind. But as her daughters’ school project awakens their curiosity about their family roots, Channary's carefully guarded walls begin to crumble. Reluctantly, she attends a meeting with their teacher, where an unexpected encounter brings her face to face with a man who claims to be her mate—the one she’d sworn never to forgive—and the father of her children.
View MoreThe afternoon sun had long dipped below the horizon by the time Channary and Colton emerged from the haze of the past. For hours, they sat on the old gray couch in the living room—its cushions worn soft by years of bedtime stories and rainy day cuddles. The scent of lavender and the faint aroma of cookies lingered in the air, a gentle reminder of the life Channary had built here.The house was modest but warm. Family pictures—just the three of them—lined the walls. Crayon drawings were pinned to the fridge with mismatched magnets, and a stuffed bunny with a missing ear lay abandoned near the hallway. The girls’ laughter had echoed through these rooms for seven years. But today, it had been quieter—more reflective.Colton sat hunched forward on the couch, his elbows on his knees, brows drawn in concentration. Channary, across from him in the armchair that used to belong to her uncle, held a steaming cup of chamomile tea she hadn’t taken a sip from. Her hair was pulled into a messy bun,
"Wait… what did she mean by she thinks?" Colton's mind reeled, the words echoing louder than the pounding in his chest. Keaton's grip around his throat slackened, and the room fell into tense, suffocating silence. The air was thick with unease, every breath heavy as the reality of the situation settled like dust in the air.Keaton's eyes darted between Colton, Channary, and the girls—his nieces. His expression, typically carved from granite, was unreadable for once. Claire was a damn fool for not noticing it before. Those girls were spitting images of Colton. The same stormy grey eyes, the same stubborn jawline, even the way they tilted their heads when confused—it was all him. Yet, they were softened by their mother’s beauty, their moon-kissed traits glowing faintly in the afternoon light pouring through the windows.The twins stood huddled behind their mother, clutching her legs tightly. Their wide eyes flickered between the men in the room, registering the danger, the chaos—and now
The second Claire was safely back at her classroom to pick up her car, Colton had already pulled out his phone and messaged his beta—his best friend and the only person who truly knew the secrets Colton carried.Logan had been with him the night of the Blood Moon. He was the one who had found Colton afterward, bloody, confused, and broken in the sacred Grove, swearing up and down that someone had drugged him. Logan was the only one who had believed him, the only one who had kept the truth tucked away all these years.Now he was the only person Colton trusted with this new, fragile truth:Channary was his mate.The twin girls—those tiny sparks of life—were his daughters.And they were missing.It had been two full days since Channary and the girls had disappeared. Two days of gnawing silence. Two days of sleepless nights and pacing like a caged animal. He had Logan keeping an eye on their small, cozy house nestled at the edge of town, but no lights ever came on, no car pulled into the
The drive to Channary’s house was thick with a silence so charged, it buzzed in the air between Colton and Claire. The late afternoon light filtered through the trees, casting dappled shadows across the narrow country road. Claire stared out the window, her fingers tapping an anxious rhythm against the worn denim of her jeans. Her mind spun with unanswered questions.Colton gripped the steering wheel tighter, the leather creaking beneath his fingers. His jaw was locked tight, every muscle in his body coiled and restless. The closer they got, the more his wolf stirred beneath his skin, pacing, pushing—hungryfor something he couldn’t name. Yet.When they finally turned onto Channary’s street, Claire unbuckled before the truck even came to a full stop. She swung the door open and hopped onto the gravel driveway, her boots crunching in the crisp autumn air.Colton remained seated, frozen, as a scent wrapped around him like a vice—warm, soft, sweet—a scent he hadn't smelled in years yet had
The sound of tiny feet racing across hardwood floors echoed through the modest house Channary had worked so hard to make a home. The twins, Sienna and Elara, were bundles of boundless energy, their laughter ringing out like chimes. Channary, now twenty-five, stood at the kitchen counter, rinsing pai
The tension in the room was suffocating as Channary stared her father down, her heart hammering against her ribs. His words echoed in her ears—cruel, unforgiving, and final.“You’ve been nothing but a stain on this family’s name,” Roman spat, his eyes like shards of ice. “Your actions on the Blood
It had been another day and a half since Channary locked herself in her room, hiding from the world, from herself, and from the life that had been shattered that night in The Grove. She lay curled in her bed, surrounded by the heavy silence, the air thick with the scent of her own despair. Shadows c
The rest of the dinner passed in a blur for Channary. Laughter echoed around the dining table, stories were shared, and the twins were doted on by Claire’s parents, who seemed genuinely enchanted by them. Yet, Channary couldn’t fully immerse herself. Her thoughts remained tethered to the eerie rese












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