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This story will be marking a significant and important milestone in my journey as a fiction writer. It is a bold confident step into a genre I have long admired so much from afar for a very long time. And this particular story also helped me start my very first exploration and research into the world of MM romance, and I couldn’t be more excited or nervous to share it with you all kindest readers. Every word was written with and from my heart, and every vulnerability and tenderness was woven into every page. I only hope that you'll feel something real and strong between every word and line when you get down with it. And as a writer, I've always believed that stories are meant to reflect raw and unfiltered emotions we sometimes carry deep inside us, and within us. They're not just about two perfect people falling for one another under perfect sculpted circumstance, but two flawed people figuring out their own pain, hopes and fear, then navigating it between themselves. And this book is a statement to that knowledge and believe. This is not just a story to me, but an exploration of knowing that love can differ from one to another and still be as beautiful as ever. It is all the little complexities that defines every human connection regardless of gender. It might be my first MM story but it hopefully will not be my last, so with all your genuine support, engagement and your comments, it would mean the whole world to mean. Your presence would carry me along because you'd make this journey worth it and it'll remind me why every story mat It might be my first MM story but it hopefully will not be my last, so with all your genuine support, engagement and your comments, it would mean the whole world to mean. Your presence would carry me along because you'd make this journey worth it and it'll remind me why every story matters. So from the bottom of my heart, I hopes you enjoy what’s to come. Buckle in, because It’s going to be emotional, messy, because I love messy. But most importantly, it'll be beautiful and unforgettable. Thank you for giving it a chance. And I truly hope you enjoy the every bit of the ride along the way.❤ ***************** ::::::::::All Rights Reserved:::::::::: No part of this book publication may be distributed, transmitted reproduced in any way or form and by any means, including photocopying, electronic or mechanical methods, recording, without the rightful written permission of the author, except in the case of brief quotes used in reviews. This is totally a work of fiction. All the characters used, their names, the occured incidents, and frequent events and even the places are all the product of the author’s imagination, all of them fictitiously used. Any form of resemblance to actual persons, living or not, or the actual events is only coincidental. ©️ Nmeso Yenn 2025 All rights reserved.Something had already changed inside Ren, and this time he wouldn’t look away.He didn’t sleep, and for him the night passed without rest or dreams. He lay on his back staring at the ceiling beams of the longhouse while the pack settled around him, unaware that the ground beneath their certainty had begun to fracture. Wolves breathed, shifted and murmured in his half-sleep, because life would go on no matter what.By the time dawn thinned the dark, the decision had already been made. He rose before the Beta Ajax returned, and even before the enforcers finished rotating off watch. He dressed with deliberate calm—boots pulled on, coat fastened, weapons secured not out of fear but habit. Everything about his movements was steady, controlled. And nothing was rushed or wasted.The letter was burned to ashes and gone to ash. But the words remained, carved somewhere deeper than memory.Ren stepped outside the stretch of the morning, where it had dragged across the park in muted color. Pale
Ren stood at the edge of the ridge, arms folded across his chest with his eyes fixed on the park below The land was his. Every ridge, every path, and every tree answered to him.”Wolves moved through the clearing in practiced rhythm—two scouts circled the treeline, a small group sparred near the rocks, and the rest checked the borders where Bloodfang territory pressed too close for comfort. The air carried familiar scents of pine, damp earth, wolf, sweat. But control and order was stronger in the air.And that was how Ren liked it.“Western boundary’s clear,” his Beta, Ajex, said as he approached, stopping a respectful distance away. “No trespass or markers crossed.”Ren didn’t look at him. “And the north?”“Quiet. Too quiet.”Ren’s jaw tightened slightly. “Double patrols tonight.”Beta Ajax hesitated. “That’ll stretch us thin, Alpha.”Ren turned then, enough to let his gaze land.“Then they’ll learn endurance,” he said. “I won’t have Bloodfang thinking this land is unguarded.”The B
Rylan didn't bother to knock, he simply pushed open the door to Kael’s chambers and stepped inside like he owned it.Kael looked up slowly from the table where maps and council notes lay spread out, eyes sharpened immediately.“You look pleased,” Kael said. “That usually means trouble.”Rylan shut the door behind him and leaned against it. “Depends who’s in trouble.”Kael studied him for a long moment. “You don’t come here without reason. Speak.”Rylan straightened. “I saw the Alpha tonight.”Kael’s expression didn’t change. “You see the Alpha every day.”“Not like this.”That got Kael’s attention, and he rose from his chair. “Go on.”“He wasn’t alone,” Rylan said. “And it wasn’t business, strategy. And worse? It wasn’t pack matters.”Kael folded his arms. “Then what was it?”“Intimacy.”The word landed cleanly between them.Kael’s lips twitched not in shock but In interest.“With a woman?” He asked.Rylan shook his head once. “No.”Kael inhaled slowly. “Say it properly.”“The Alpha
Everyone in Bloodfang stood outside on the sacred hill, eyes fixed on the sky like they were waiting for a miracle. Elders in their long dark robes kept whispering to each other, moving nervously. Even the warriors were quiet with no training, waiting—waiting for the Blood Moon.Darius stood in front with folded hands and an unreadable expression. Wayne stayed behind the crowd, close enough to see him but far enough to avoid attention. The sky was normal and calm, a Silver moon sitting there like it wasn’t supposed to change.Astra stepped forward, her dress flowing like she thought this was her wedding day. Kael stood beside her, stubborn jaw clenched.One of the elders raised his staff. “Any moment now. The signs were clear.” But the way his voice shook didn’t convince anyone.Minutes passed. Then an hour, but there was nothing.Astra’s smile slowly dropped. Kael kept glancing at the sky, trying to force something to happen with his eyes.Wayne shifted uncomfortably. The wait was p
Wayne rested his head lightly against Darius’s shoulder, still quiet from the tenderness Darius had given him moments ago. The cabin felt warm, safe, too still like even the air didn’t want to disturb them.“Are you sure everything is fine?” Wayne asked.“Yes,” Darius said. “And you don’t need to ask anymore.”Wayne nodded, though he didn’t look convinced. He stood and moved toward the kitchen, muttering, “I just don’t want to cause problems.”Darius’s jaw tightened. If only he knew.Before Darius could say anything, a sharp howl echoed from the training grounds. A warrior’s distress signal.Wayne jumped. “That’s close.”“It’s nothing,” Darius said, already grabbing his coat. “Stay here. I’ll handle it.”"Darius—”Darius turned. "Don’t follow me, Wayne."Wayne swallowed and nodded as he watched him leave. But of course Wayne followed. He waited two minutes, then slipped out quietly, trailing the sound of voices toward the edge of the forest. Warriors were gathered in a tight circle, t
The Blood Moon should have risen days ago.Every prophecy, every calendar carved into the pack’s oldest stone slabs, all of them said the same thing: the Blood Moon never delays. And yet it hadn’t come.The sky hung in a strange stillness—clouds drifting too slowly, the air too thick, the nights too bright without the crimson glow that should have marked the Alpha’s sacred season. Wolves whispered in corners, even warriors trained with restless movements. And the forest seemed to breathe differently, as if waiting.Darius grew colder and more volatile, and Wayne looked more pale, shaken, and quiet. To the pack, none of it seemed normal, not with a delayed moon. Not with a Luna deadline approaching. Not with an Alpha already under scrutiny.The elders summoned Darius to the council chamber just after dawn.He didn’t want to go. He hadn’t slept in three nights, not since he watched Wayne curl into himself and whisper that he felt the same rejection eating him alive. Darius had barely l







