LOGINThey called her wolfless. Worthless. A burden Nightreach Pack never wanted. On the night Flora hoped Draven would choose her as his Luna, he humiliated her before the entire pack—and chose their golden girl, Nyssa, instead. Everyone laughed. Then the Aurexian Alpha triplets arrived to collect a debt Nightreach couldn’t pay. And Flora’s own parents offered her as the price. Fenris, the cold heir, says she’s worth nothing. Dax, the scarred brother, watches her as though he knows a secret she doesn’t. Rhys wears an easy smile—but he’s the brother everyone fears most. He’s also the one who says, “We’ll take her.” Sold to the most powerful pack in the territory, Flora makes a vow beneath the full moon: she will rise so high that everyone who threw her away will be forced to watch. But the brothers can’t explain why their wolves won’t settle around her. And Flora can’t explain the silver flashing in her eyes. Because she isn’t wolfless. She’s the most powerful white wolf born in ten thousand years, and the Moon Goddess has made her fated mate to all three Aurexian Alphas. And when Nightreach comes crawling back, begging for her forgiveness? It will be far too late.
View MoreThe formal dining room was built to make people feel small.The table ran almost the length of the room, set with silver, crystal, and white roses. Candles burned in tall silver holders. Above it all, three chandeliers glittered like frozen stars.Nightreach sat on one side. The Aurexians sat on the other.And I stood behind Fenris’s chair, in my crisp blue skirt, holding a bottle of wine I’d fetched from the cellar three hours earlier.Across the table, Dax sat at Fenris’s right. Every time I glanced up, he wasn’t looking at me. Very carefully not looking at me, and somehow that felt worse.“Wine,” Fenris said quietly, without turning.I poured. Dark red, exactly to the line. Set the bottle back. Folded my hands.Across the table, my mother laughed at something Alpha Hale said. She hadn’t looked at me once since stepping out of the car. My father had, once, during the soup. It was the kind of look you gave a stain you couldn’t get out.“Your home is extraordinary, Alpha Fenris,” my m
The whole house went to war over one dinner.By Thursday, the Aurexian estate had turned into something I barely recognized. Florists hauled in armfuls of white roses. Men on ladders polished chandeliers. Greta ran the kitchen like a general, shouting orders over the hiss of pans, and every member of staff moved twice as fast as usual.“Alliance dinners aren’t about food,” she told me, sliding a tray of pastries into the oven. “They’re about showing the other pack exactly how much more you have than they do.”“So it’s a threat.”“With dessert.”I spent most of the week in Fenris’s study, but he let Greta borrow me in the afternoons, folding napkins, polishing glasses, counting silver.Fenris didn’t mention the hallway again. Neither did I.But sometimes I’d look up from my work and catch him watching me. And he never looked away first.On Saturday morning, Greta handed me a new uniform.Same starched white blouse. Same long skirt, but crisp and new, the blue a shade deeper. A thin whi
“Your eyes were silver.”Fenris said it so quietly I almost didn’t hear him.I stared at him. “What?”“Just now. Your eyes.” He took another step back, like he needed the distance. “They were silver.”“My eyes are blue.”“I know what color your eyes usually are! I am telling you they briefly turned silver.”The words hung there. He looked like he regretted them the second they were out.Then he closed the space between us again, fast, and caught my chin between his fingers. Not hard. But firm enough that I couldn’t look away. He tilted my face up into the lamplight and searched it, my eyes, my face, all of it, like he was reading something written in a language he didn’t speak.I held my breath.Whatever had risen inside me was gone. I couldn’t feel it anymore. There was just me, my heart pounding, and the cold Alpha with his hand on my face.“Nothing,” he muttered.He let go.“I don’t know what you think you saw,” I said, and hated that my voice shook. “But I don’t have a wolf. Every
My room was off the back of the kitchen, small and plain, with a narrow bed and a window that looked out over the forest. It was nicer than my room at home. That should have made me feel better.It didn’t.I lay awake staring at the ceiling, replaying the voices from the study.They didn’t have to give her up. They wanted to.I’d known it. Of course I’d known it. My mother had practically said it to my face. But there was a difference between knowing something and hearing a stranger read it off a bank statement.And then the other part. The part I couldn’t make sense of.Why did your wolf wake you three times last night, brother? Because mine did too.At four in the morning, I gave up and texted Orion.Me: I’m okay. They feed me. The cook is terrifying.He answered in less than a minute, like he hadn’t been sleeping either.Orion: Terrifying how?Me: She made me eat two bowls of stew.Orion: Marry her.I laughed out loud in the dark. It was the first time in two days.By six I was in
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