Se connecterTime 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
The late afternoon sun was hanging low in the sky, painting the basketball court in heavy, liquid strokes of gold.Every bounce of the ball echoed against the weathered brick walls of the gymnasium like a heartbeat, rhythmic and insistent. Michael was loud, his laughter booming across the asphalt a
The double doors to the canteen swung open, and the usual midday roar of voices hit me like a solid wall. Selima did not let go of my arm, she steered me through the crowd with a mission-driven focus.“Look, he’s over there,” she hissed, nodding toward the center of the room.“I see him, Selima. It
A Love To FollowWith a violent start I woke, my breath hitching as the cool air of the room hit my damp skin. Sweat streaked down my forehead, and my body shook with the electric aftershocks of a pleasure so fierce it felt like fire tearing through my veins, leaving me breathless and undone.It wa
The air in the room seemed to vanish, sucked out by the sheer gravity of the words I was about to speak. I looked Romani dead in the eyes, ignoring the heat of his skin against mine, and anchored myself in the truth I had discovered. “I, Ana Perreira, daughter of the







