LOGINIt began with blood. The first rogue attack left the Hollow Moon Pack in ruins, its warriors slaughtered, its Alpha gravely wounded, and its heir, Silver White, desperate enough to cross into forbidden rogue territory in search of help. That’s where she met him. Arthur, the untamed Alpha of the Rogues, was born unwanted, raised in ash, and crowned in blood. He didn’t trust pack wolves. He didn’t believe in mates. And he certainly didn’t want her. But the moment her scent hit him like wildfire laced with moonlight, the bond snapped into place. And Arthur shattered it. Coldly. Publicly. Without hesitation. “You’re not mine,” he said. “You never will be.”
View MoreSilver did not remember leaving the room.One moment, she was sitting on the edge of the bed, lungs still struggling to find rhythm after Drogo’s voice slipped away. The next, she was moving through corridors she had barely memorized, guided less by thought and more by instinct.Her body knew where to go.Arthur.The word alone quieted something restless beneath her ribs.The halls of his home were alive with low movement. Wolves passing. Voices murmuring. The subtle pulse of pack life flowing around her like a river she stood inside but did not fully belong to yet.His scent reached her before she saw him. Pine, iron, something warm and grounded beneath it all.
Silver had learned to recognize silence in many forms.There was the peaceful kind, and then there was the wrong kind of silence, the kind that felt watched.It began as a faint pressure behind her temples, a subtle awareness, like standing too close to a cliff’s edge without seeing it.Silver paused midway through brushing her hair.The room Arthur had given her was warm, large, carefully prepared, fresh linens, a carved wooden chest at the foot of the bed, a window overlooking the forest line where pale afternoon light filtered through tall pines.She blinked slowly, the sensation faded. She exhaled and set the brush down.The adjustment to new territory, new emotional ter
Arthur had handled war councils with steadier focus.He had negotiated territory disputes, reorganized patrol routes after ambushes, and settled internal conflicts that could have split alliances if handled poorly. He had made decisions that carried life-and-death consequences and never allowed hesitation to show.Today, he forgot what his omega had just reported.Not because it lacked importance, but because Silver was in his home.Not guest quarters arranged for diplomatic visits or temporary holding space, or a territory he merely allowed her to pass through.His home.The knowledge sat beneath his skin like a second pulse, steady and impossible to ignore.
The door closed softly behind Arthur, but the quiet that followed did not feel soft at all.It settled heavy and dense, like the air itself had thickened now that his presence was gone.Silver stood in the center of the room he had left her in, motionless, listening to the fading rhythm of his footsteps retreating down the corridor, each step carried purpose and authority. The steady gravity of someone born to lead and bound to responsibility, whether he welcomed it or not.Alpha duties.Even the phrase felt weighty.He had lingered before leaving, longer than he probably should have. Long enough to make sure the attendants understood their instructions, long enough to confirm she had food, warm blankets, long enough to meet






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