LOGIN“I, Grayson Stone, take you, Blair Anderson, as my mate and Luna of Redstone pack,” Grayson stated smiling at Blair as they stood in front of the elders. “I, Blair Anderson, take you, Grayson Stone, as my mate and Alpha of Redstone pack,” Blair smiled so brightly, stealing small glances at the crowd. Her eyes landed on me, and she gave a smirk only I seemed to notice. I stood there fighting back heartbreaking pain that radiated through my body as our bond had completely broke. He didn’t even reject me properly. He let the bond snap as he kissed her, as if I never mattered.” Celeste Winters once had a name that echoed across territories, the daughter of the WinterMoon Alpha—fierce, loyal, and born of a legacy older than the crown that now rules the city. But all of that shattered the moment the man she trusted with her soul chose another without a word of goodbye. Cast aside without explanation, stripped of identity and purpose, Celeste ran. She abandoned her title, her pack, even her wolf… burying it all beneath perfume and silence. Now, in the heart of a city that doesn’t know her, she works late-night shifts at a diner and hides her scars behind forced smiles and lingering shadows. Every day she survives, but she does not live. Until the night everything begins to unravel. A rogue attack. A moment of instinct. A power she shouldn’t still have. And a single word whispered by the Alpha King himself as their eyes lock across the chaos: Mate. Celeste never wanted to love again. Never wanted to be claimed, or seen, or remembered. But he remembers her—her scent, her laugh, the steel behind her soft-spoken words. And worse, his wolf wants her. Craves her. But Celeste’s past isn’t just filled with heartbreak. It’s filled with secrets—deadly ones...
View MoreSilas held Celeste in his arms, her blood seeping through the silver-threaded fabric of her ceremonial gown and pooling onto the cold stone beneath her.“Stay with me,” he whispered, voice low and broken. “Please… just stay.”Celeste’s breathing was shallow, her skin growing paler by the second. Her head lolled back, silver lashes fluttering weakly before her eyes slipped closed.“No, no...Celeste...” His hand pressed against the hilt of the moonstone dagger still lodged in her chest. He didn’t dare pull it free. Not yet.Around them, the Grand Hall was chaos. Cracked glass glittered on the floor. The massive chandeliers hung off-kilter, several guards groaning and stirring amid the wreckage.But Silas saw none of it.Just her.Lysandra was the first to reach them, skirts hiked up, her feet bare and bleeding from shattered crystal. “Don’t touch the blade!” she shouted as she dropped to her knees beside him. “If we pull it out without stabilizing her first, it could tear more than her f
The hall was full.Wolves from across every territory had arrived and gathered shoulder to shoulder, pack alphas, Lunas, betas, warriors, elders. The youngest pups, cradled against their parents. The oldest of wolves, cloaked in age and wisdom, standing tall. Every eye watched the grand double doors at the far end of the chamber, the ones that hadn’t been opened for a coronation in over two decades.At the front of the hall, beneath the high ceremonial arch, stood those closest to the crown. Lysandra, resplendent in deep winter blue, her hand lightly resting atop Cedric’s arm. His expression was unreadable, though pride flickered in the corner of his eyes. Leo stood just behind them, his usual playful energy subdued under his formal black suit. Victoria, radiant and poised, wore royal colors across her shoulders, her chin tilted with practiced calm. And beside her, Calix, still and silent, his presence grounding like iron.They were the Winters. The bloodline once lost. Now restored.
The wind had died down, but the snow still fell, gentle, quiet, like ash drifting from the sky. Most of the pack grounds had gone to sleep, chimneys exhaling lazy smoke trails into the night, the faint golden flicker of firelight dancing behind a few windows. The hush of the storm beyond the wards felt distant, like another world.Celeste stood on the balcony of Silas’s office, wrapped in a thick wool blanket, the only light behind her coming from the crackling fireplace. Her silver hair was pulled loosely to one side, catching the moonlight in a soft, ethereal glow. Snowflakes landed against her bare skin, clinging to her lashes and the edges of her braid, melting slowly like they’d been enchanted not to sting.She closed her eyes.Breathed in the cold, the quiet.She could feel it, the pulse beneath the earth, the tether between her and this place. The roots of ancient magic curled through the stone, wrapped around her bones, whispering of a history that lived in her blood. This was
Victoria and Calix had spent the night tangled in warmth and stillness, a soft bubble of peace carved out from the world beyond the frost-covered windows. They hadn’t spoken much as the morning light slipped through the thin curtains, just quiet glances and sleepy smiles, the kind that lingered long after waking.By the time everyone gathered outside to pack up the vehicle, the snow had slowed but not ceased. A thin layer dusted the rooftops and coated the SUV’s windows in a veil of white.Silas was checking the tires when he noticed Calix walk out of the hotel with Victoria at his side. She was wearing his jacket.His brows lifted slightly, mouth parting with the start of a question, but before he could say a word, Celeste nudged him sharply with her elbow and gave him a look. One that said don’t ask.He glanced at her, then back at the pair walking toward the car, then cleared his throat and turned back to tightening the straps on the luggage rack. “Huh.”Victoria caught the tail en
GraysonGrayson sat alone in the hollowed-out shell of what had once been his office, once pristine, now in shambles. A cracked photo frame lay face-down on the edge of his desk, the glass fractured, the smiling faces within long forgotten. The blinds had been drawn shut for days, allowing only sli
The calm that followed the storm was strange. Unnatural.Celeste had expected chaos to linger longer, expected the days after the Council meeting to feel as sharp as the ones that came before. But instead, the world was… still.Almost too still.The sun filtered softly through the windows of Silas’
She woke up face-down on cold tile, her cheek pressed into a smear of wine and blood.Everything hurt.Her arms trembled as she pushed herself upright, the motion jarring pain through her ribs. The dim glow of a broken chandelier flickered above her, casting jagged shadows across the torn remnants
The snow grew heavier the farther north they traveled, blanketing the trees and winding roads in white. It had only been a few hours since they left the city, but the silence that followed was one of comfort, not tension. The world outside the windows passed in a blur of white forests, icy rivers
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