LOGINTime is a cruel thief when you’re waiting for the end of the world, or the beginning of a new one.The weeks had bled into a blur of grey skies and bone-deep exhaustion.Living in a cave on neutral ground while carrying an Alpha’s heir is not the romantic ‘return to nature’ some might imagine. Believe me, it is a gritty, relentless slog.Since Diamond refused to shift, my hunting options were limited to what a human woman with a growing belly and a persistent limp could manage. I had become a master of the primitive. I spent my days checking crude snares for rabbits and using a sharpened spear to poke at fish in the shallows.It was enough to stop the hunger pangs, but it wasn’t enough to nourish an unborn wolf.I could feel the lack of nutrition in my brittle teeth and in the dullness of my hair. I needed the strength only a pack‑kill could provide, the fresh vegetables, the mineral‑rich meat but there was no pack to protect me in this condition. There was only me, a pile of dried be
Three weeks is a lifetime when you’re living on nothing but creek water and old grudges.After mating Ahri, I had fled deeper into the forest, carefully erasing my trail so he would believe Raskha had been the one to lead him there. And eventually I found refuge in the far eastern corner of the neutral territory, a place where danger lingered but boundaries offered a fragile shield. I knew a pack was nearby, yet as long as I did not cross their border, I believed I would remain safe.This cave I claimed was no different from the others I had hidden in before, but over time it ceased to feel like a tomb and began to resemble something closer to a home, or at least a lair carved out of necessity.I built a routine that kept the madness at bay, a pattern of survival stitched together from repetition and silence, each task dulling the sharp edges of loneliness until the emptiness itself became another companion I learned to endure.Every morning, I’d track the perimeter of the zone, makin
The clearing stank of sweat and fur, the pack restless under the crimson moon as if the night itself demanded blood.Ahri sat at the head of the grand table, looking every bit the king of a rotting empire. He was restless, his fingers tapping a frantic cadence against the wood, his eyes tracking Raskha’s every move. He was ready to hunt. He was ready to claim a legacy he was not worth of.From my place in the shadows, I watched Britni move with practiced ease, weaving through the crowd with a tray of crystal glasses. She looked calm, yet through our thin mind link I could feel her heart pounding against her ribs, her anxiety vibrating faintly in the back of my skull, but she did not falter and she did not stumble.She reached the head table just as Ahri stood to signal the start of the ritual."Alpha," Britni’s voice was smooth, pitched just right to catch his attention without raising his guard. "A suggestion for the night's festivities? Something to amplify the mood for the pack's n
The North Gate was a relic of a time when the pack feared outsiders more than their own.Now, it was just a stretch of rotting timber and rusted iron, a blind spot in the Moonlight Howl’s perimeter.I crawled through the shadows, my body caught in the uncomfortable middle-ground of a half-shift. Diamond was restless, her fur prickling against my skin, her instincts screaming at me to cross the line and surrender to the madness of the Blood Moon.I stayed inches from the border.Caution was now required, because if even one paw touched that soil, the border patrol would sense me immediately, and the revelation of a woman they believed dead would spread through them like an alarm. As Alpha, Ahri’s golden aura was sharp enough to detect me before I could flee a single step.The heat in my blood surged like a relentless tide, a throbbing pulse that made every movement an exercise in agony. My plan was desperate, born of a grudge, but it was all I had.To survive, I needed to get to him.T
Waking up didn't feel like a miracle. Instead, it unfolded as a cruel parody of survival, a sick joke played at my expense.My first breath was a rough intake of damp soil and the copper stench of my own blood. I was face-down in the sludge of the ravine, my cheek pressed against a mossy root that felt like a cold, dead finger. For a long time, I just stayed there, waiting for the darkness to take me back. But the void was gone, replaced by a grey, weeping dawn filtering through the thick canopy of the North Ridge.I had crawled back from the edge of nothing, dragged into rebirth though I had never asked for such a privilege.As the fog in my brain cleared, the memory of the blade returned, sharp and vivid. I could still feel the silver sliding into my throat, turning my blood to liquid fire. But it wasn't the pain that stayed with me. It was the image of Ahri afterward.Before the guards had dragged my seizing body away, I had seen it all.Ahri didn't look away, nor did he show any r
Rebirth in Blood: Vengeance in the MarrowBook 4; Chapter 1 – The Wrong TwinThe moonlight no longer felt like a blessing.It was a cold spotlight illuminating the ruins of a life I’d spent twenty-one years building.I didn’t knock.No, an Alpha’s mate doesn't ask for permission to enter her own mate’s office. But as the doors swung open, the air rolling out was pregnant with the taint of lust, a cloying heat that made my skin crawl before my eyes could even process what was playing out in front of me.The sight pierced me, sharp and merciless.No other than my twin sister, Raskha, was tangled in my fated mate’s arms, her back arched over his mahogany desk. His large, calloused hands, the same hands that had traced my spine this morning, were buried in her hair, pulling her head back as his mouth worked hungrily at the curve of her throat.Raskha’s breathless moans ricocheted off the stone walls, a melodic sound that shattered the silence of my heart.For a heartbeat, the world went
Alpha Thomas let out a loud, commanding growl, a clear sign of dominance that cut through the night, forcing the couple to instinctively step back against the cabinets.Without another word, he turned sharply and leapt out through the shattered door onto the porch. A moment later, they heard the he
The morning light didn’t make things any better at the Perreira house. Mr. Joshua and Mrs. Rosa hadn’t slept a wink. They had spent the hours moving through the rooms in a heavy silence. The panic from the evening before had cooled, but it hadn't disappeared, it had simply hardened into a cold, de
Inside the Perreira home, the atmosphere had grown heavy with stillness. The house felt empty—not in the sense of someone being away for the weekend, but hollowed out, as if the very soul of the place had taken a ride in that black truck. Mrs. Rosa stood at the kitchen window, her tea long gone co
For a moment, our gazes met across the space between us.It was a quick, sharp glance, the kind that felt like a warning shot, almost piercing in its intensity. She seemed ready to say something sharp, maybe venomous, but then she spun on her heel and disappeared into the thick unde







