LOGINOne night of masked deception. One night of feral heat. A lifetime of secrets. ~~*~~*~~ Morgana was a shadow in the house of Silas. A servant tasked with scrubbing the floors and hiding the scandalous secrets of her Mistress, Victoria, the Betaâs daughter. When Victoriaâs debauchery threatens her betrothal to the lethal Alpha King Kieran Shadowfang, Morgana is once again forced into a mask and a royal gown to play the part of the perfect bride. She expected a cold meeting. She didn't expect the pull. One touch from Alpha Kieran ignites a fated mate bond that screams through her veins. One forbidden kiss leaves the Alpha obsessed with a woman whose face he hasn't seen. But when the truth is twisted by a master manipulator and a drugged rejection shatters her soul, Morgana is hunted into the woods with her new born. Three years later, she is no longer a servant. She is the queen of the rogues. A survivor, raising a son with the alphaâs eyes and a power that could level the kingdom. When Alpha Kieran, no longer the drugged puppet but a man desperate for the mate he thought he killed, he finds a woman who doesn't want him or his crown, and a son who doesn't know his name. Will Alpha Kieran be able to reclaim his mate, and son, or lose them to his mortal enemy, alpha king of the north?
View MoreKieranâs heart stops dead in his chest. His wolf lets out a low, disbelieving huff of air into the freezing mist. She is alive. She is really here.Suddenly, Morgana turns back toward the rogue pack. Wanting to move as fast as possible to reach her dying son in the castle, she turns and mounts onto Bane's back. She buries her hands deep into Baneâs thick fur, leaning her body down close to his neck.Kieranâs eyes turn completely, violently red.A wave of pure, toxic jealousy and murderous Alpha rage explodes inside Kieranâs chest like boiling fire.He looks at the giant black rogue wolf carrying his wife. He sees how close Morgana is holding him, how her fingers dig into his fur. All the dark, agonizing thoughts from the slum camp crash back into Kieranâs mind at once: She moved on. She gave her heart to another man.This rogue stole my mate! This bastard is holding her, touching her, keeping her from me!Kieran does not see a friend or a savior. He sees the monster who took his wife.
Darius moves like a predator claiming what is his, climbing onto the mattress and crawling over her. He settles between her parted knees, trapping her beneath the shadow of his massive body. The weight and warmth of Darius hovering over her sends a shockwave of intense desire straight through Caroline's body. âNo... Darius, pleaseâŠâ Caroline weeps, her voice breaking into sob-filled gasps. She raises her weak, trembling hands, pressing her palms against Darius's broad, hard chest, trying with all the strength left in her body to push him away. âStay away from meâŠâ she cries out, tears streaming down her glowing, flushed face. âI hate you! I hate you so much! You slept with her... her scent was all over your bed... you touched ValerieâŠâ âWhatâŠ? Caroline, youâre still thinking about that? Now?â Darius asks, not budging an inch beneath her feeble shoves. What Darius doesnât understand is that a womanâs jealousy doesnât simply disappear because sheâs hurting, vulnerable, and needy.
A heavy, mocking silence falls over the wall, followed instantly by the loud, cruel laughter of the royal guards.âQueen Morgana?â the captain laughs, shaking his head. âOur queen died two years ago when rogues like you attack! You think you can use her name to trick us into opening the royal gates for a pack of filthy rogues? You are crazy!ââShe is telling the truth!â Leslie yells, stepping forward from behind Kael, holding Lucinda close. âShe is your Luna! Look at her!ââI see a dirty crazy woman standing with rogue trash!â the captain snaps, raising his hand to signal his archers. âArchers, aim! On my mark, kill the beasts and the woman!ââNo! Wait!â Morgana begs, reaching her hands out toward the heavy iron bars. âPlease! Just call the king! My boy doesn't haveââBefore she can finish her sentence, a horrific, soul-crushing shockwave slams directly into Morganaâs heart.Miles away, inside the royal castleâs infirmary, little Lucianâs chest suddenly stops rising.He turns deathly
Dawn breaks across the frozen horizon, painting the sky in pale shades of gold and blue.The fierce mountain blizzard finally dies down, leaving behind a clear, quiet morning.Ice crystals sparkle on the jagged rocks, and the air is deadly still.Inside the cave, the fire dies down to glowing red embers. Bane stands near the entrance, his massive black wolf form blocking the light as he tests the wind. He snorts hot air into the air, giving a short, deep huff.The storm has passed.Without wasting a single second, Bane and his twin brother, Kael, lead the fifteen rogue wolves out of the cave.The little princess they have come to adore so much like their own child needs to feed, and since there's nothing here, they plan to make it to the palace as soon as possible.They tear down the mountain trail, their paws kicking up clouds of powdery snow.Morgana holds tight to the thick fur on Baneâs back, her face buried against his neck to block the biting wind.Behind them, Leslie rides on K
âYou're just a lowly servant!â Lady Victoria screams. âHow dare you touch my Alpha? How dare you kiss him with your filthy mouth?!â The world spins as my heart stops. I'm doomed. She knows. Of course she knows. There are always eyes. Always ears. Always someone watching. I was a fool to
~~âą~âĄ~âą~~ âNo! AlphaâŠâ I say softly, forcing a smile I donât feel, trying to remain calm. âPlease. Allow me this small mystery for tonight. I promise our next encounter will be different.â He studies me for a long moment, his gaze heavy with suspicion. I can feel the decision forming behind his
~~~âȘââȘ~~~ I stand there, paralyzed, looking into eyes that hold a brewing storm. Iâm a servant in a borrowed dress, a girl who scrubs filth from stone floors and survives on scraps from the kitchen trash. Because of that, they call me Raccoon, a scavenger in the dark, and I'm fated to the King
Morganaâs POV~~âê©ËđŒËê©â~~âAhâah⊠yesâŠâ Lady Victoriaâs breathless cries seep through the heavy oak doors, thick with lust and indulgence. The sounds of bodies slapping, of pleasure being taken without restraint, echo down the corridor.I donât flinch.I stand where I always do, outside the door,






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