ログインThe Alpha stood way too close to me, and I could barely hid the heat that was crawling through my system.I really don’t know how he does this, but every time he was near, it was like the same feeling I’d had the first time I’d met Ahri. We were young then, and the mate bond hadn't fully bloomed, but there was a promise hanging between us that we couldn’t deny. We knew what was coming.But Diamond was silent.She never mentioned the Alpha as our fated mate, although she couldn't, not while the mark of Ahri was still there. Ahri, my murderer, the one who’d promised to keep me safe was the one who threw me into the ravine.But with this man, the air between us felt charged, ready to ignite. I could feel it in my smallest toe. He was impatient, our wolves, smitten with each other, forever nuzzling.“Why are you this close to the Moonlight Howl’s border, and why were you in such a casual talk with one of the pack members?” the Alpha asked in a dark tone. “Your scent is not
Britni’s words pressed into me, heavy as a stone lodged in my lungs.If Raskha was hunting the ‘architect’ of my return, she was digging into a grave that should have remained sealed. I instinctively touched the faint mark on my shoulder, a remnant of the tether that had once linked me to my mate. It throbbed, not with pain, but with a dull pulse because of proximity."What about Ahri?" I asked. "If the tether between us is still active, he has to feel it too. He can’t be that oblivious."Britni shook her head, her expression grim. She pulled her knees to her chest, her eyes distant as if she were seeing things that weren't there."He hasn't been seen in public since the last pack run. Raskha tells everyone he’s swamped with administrative duties, preparing for a major pack meeting, but the mood in the house is frantic. The pack feels the link with him flickering, like he’s… stalling. Or starving. Everyone is waiting for that meeting, terrified of what he’s going to announce. It’s lik
The border of the Moonlight Howl territory was a place where the trees seemed to lean away from the oppressive energy of my former home.Instead of just approaching, I surrendered to the earth. I submerged myself in a bank of cold, stagnant mud, coating my skin and hair until my own scent was buried under the pungent reek of rot and wet soil. It was an indignity, but in this game, masking myself was the difference between a successful strike and a shallow grave.I crawled to a limestone ridge that offered an unobstructed view of the packhouse.The familiar structure loomed in the valley, its windows glaring like dead eyes. Young warriors, barely out of their transition, moved with a cocky, unrefined energy, patrolling the grounds with spears and arrogance. I watched for minutes, eyes narrowed, searching for a flash of silver hair or a familiar, cruel gait. Ahri was nowhere to be found, and Raskha, my twin, was equally absent.My time was slipping away, sixty minutes and I had already
The training ground had become a gauntlet of nerves, not because of the demanding strain, but because of the way the Alpha systematically dismantled my defenses.He was playing a game I wasn't equipped to win. During our drills, he would close the distance until his breath caressed against my temple, his hand lingering just a second too long on my hip, seducing me with a closeness that made my blood race with fire. Then, just as the tension threatened to snap, he would retreat to a safe distance, watching with that sharp, satisfied smirk how I struggled to get myself together. It wasn't just the man, his wolf was actively hunting mine. Diamond was restless, pacing behind the bars of my consciousness, purring at his presence, lured by the sheer, unadulterated charm he exuded. My flesh was becoming agonizingly weak. I found myself craving the heat of his arms, the pressure of his touch, and the terrifying safety of his protection. Every time his skin brushed mine, it was
The week following the bout in the Pit was a surreal blur.The pack’s demeanor toward me had shifted from speculative curiosity to a wary, almost heavy-handed respect. It wasn't the kind of warmth you’d find in a normal home, but the nod of a warrior acknowledging another. I walked through the halls, and the conversations would die down, replaced by lowered eyes and quick steps to clear a path.Seth and Maya had become my best of friends.After I’d soundly dismantled the pack’s ‘elites’, Seth seemed to have developed a weird, puppy-like admiration for my technique, while Maya, bless her soul , had become my primary shield against the rest of the pack’s politics. They were always there: in the mess hall, near the barracks, or just sitting in my apartment while I tried to keep my head down and my secrets buried.Then, the official decree came down from the upper levels: I was to report to the training grounds every morning, without exception. To make sure I wouldn't have any excuses, t
The infirmary felt too clean, too quiet, a jarring shift from the violence of the Pit.The scent of antiseptic and fresh linen filled the room, but they couldn’t cover the sharp trace of silver still burning through my veins. The young physician, a nervous wolf who clearly wished he were anywhere else, scrubbed the gash in my side with painful precision.I sat on the edge of the metal examination table, my hands gripped so tightly in my lap that my knuckles were bone-white. The door jerked open, and the temperature in the room plummeted.The Alpha didn't just walk in, he commanded the space, his presence acting like a magnet that drew all the remaining oxygen out of the room. His eyes were locked onto me, tracking the way my tunic clung to the fresh bandages."Out," he commanded in a tone that brooked no argument.The physician fled for the door, and the silence that followed felt crushing.He moved to the observation room, a glass-walled annex that overlooked the training grounds. Su
The ticking of the clock in the corner of the clinic room had become my personal tormentor.Every second that passed felt like sand slipping through my fingers, a constant reminder that my sixty days were bleeding away. But bodies don’t care about ultimatums. They heal at their own pace, ignoring t
After Dora left, the room fell into a heavy silence. I managed to shuffle over to the cradle, leaning on the wooden rail as I watched Marrow’s chest rise and fall. He was so handsome, a perfect blend of strength and innocence that made my heart ache."I have to do this for you," I whispered to him.
The doors swung shut behind her with a hollow, final thud, sealing her inside the sterile room.I was left standing alone in the hallway, the oppressive silence pressing down on me like a weight I couldn't lift. My legs felt like they’d turned to stone, rooted in place as if the universe itself was
Alpha Oney of the White Fangs pack – Point of ViewThe borders of the White Fang are not just lines on a map, they are the bleeding veins of my territory, and I don’t tolerate anything daring enough to threaten them.For days, I’d been receiving reports of a lone wolf lurking in the neutral zone fa







