Masuk
The scent hit me first.
Smoke, blood, and something primal that made my knees weak. I shouldn’t have come to the Red Moon Pack tonight. My father’s debt was none of my business. But when the debt collectors showed up at our door with silver chains and snarling wolves at their sides, I didn’t have a choice. “Pay what your father owes, or your daughter pays with her body.” That was three days ago. Tonight was the deadline. The Red Moon Pack’s mating ball was in full swing. Wolves in designer suits and gowns danced under crystal chandeliers, pretending they weren’t monsters underneath. Music echoed through the marble hall, laughter, clinking glasses, the low hum of power plays happening in whispers. I stood near the pillar in my plain black dress, invisible on purpose. If they didn’t see me, they couldn’t claim me. It didn’t work. The doors slammed open with a crack that silenced the entire room. “Where is she?” His voice rolled through the ballroom like thunder. Low, dangerous, familiar in a way that made my scars burn. Two men walked in like they owned the night. Identical faces. Different auras. Different sins. On the left was Alpha Kade. My mate. Gold eyes, sharp jaw, the same man who looked me in the eye a year ago and said, _“I reject you, Aria.”_ He rejected me in front of the entire pack. Left me bleeding on the sacred ground while my wolf whimpered for a mate who didn’t want her. On the right was his twin. Alpha Kael. Where Kade was controlled, Kael was chaos. Where Kade wore restraint, Kael wore violence like a second skin. His silver eyes were colder than the night air, and the air around him felt wrong. Dangerous. Like standing too close to a cliff edge. He was banned from this pack. Exiled for killing three rogues with his bare hands during the Blood Moon hunt. No one crossed him and lived to talk about it. Yet here he was. And he was looking straight at me. His gaze locked onto me like I was prey, and his predator had been starving. “Found you,” he murmured. The words were quiet, but they cut through the silence like a blade. Kade stepped forward, jaw tight, wolf bristling under his skin. “She’s mine, Kael. Leave. Now.” Kael laughed. It wasn’t a nice sound. It was the sound of someone who had nothing left to lose. “Yours?” He took a step forward, and three guards stepped back instinctively. “You rejected her, brother. You left her bleeding on the mating ground while you ran to warm Kaia’s bed.” My chest tightened. Heat rushed to my face. He wasn’t supposed to know that. No one was. Kael stopped right in front of me. He was taller than I remembered. Bigger. The scent of him was intoxicating and terrifying all at once - cedar, storm, and blood. He reached out, fingers brushing my jaw. I didn’t move. Couldn’t. My body was frozen between fight and something far worse. “You smell like fear and defiance,” he whispered. His thumb brushed over my skin, and my wolf stirred for the first time in months. “I like it.” “Don’t touch her,” Kade snarled, his claws unsheathing. Kael’s silver eyes didn’t leave mine. “Too late.” He leaned in, lips brushing my ear. His voice dropped to a whisper only I could hear. “From tonight, you’re under my protection, little Luna. And if you’re under my protection… you’re mine.” The room went silent. Even the moon outside seemed to hold its breath. My father’s voice echoed in my head from three days ago: _“Sell her. It’s better than losing everything.”_ Kade’s voice from a year ago: _“I reject you.”_ And now Kael’s voice: _“You’re mine.”_ I should’ve run. I should’ve pushed him away, screamed, called for help. But all I could think was: _Why does my traitor body want him to say it again?_ Why did his touch make the dead part of me wake up? Kael pulled back, studying my face like he could read every broken piece of me. A slow, dangerous smile curved his lips. “Run if you want, Aria,” he said softly. “But you and I both know you won’t get far. Not from me.” He turned to Kade then, and the temperature in the room dropped ten degrees. “You had your chance, brother. You threw her away. Now she’s my problem.” Kade’s fists clenched. “Over my dead body.” Kael’s smile turned feral. “That can be arranged.” And just like that, war was declared. Over me. I wanted to scream. I wanted to disappear. But deep down, a part of me - the part that had been numb for a year - felt alive for the first time. Terrifying. But alive.The assembly was set for noon. I didn’t sleep the night before. Not because I was scared. Because I knew whatever happened today would decide if Redwood lived or died. Every wolf in Redwood was there. Omegas from the barracks, still in their training leathers. Betas from the patrols, mud on their boots. Gammas from the fields, faces sunburned and tired. Even the elders who’d survived the purge sat in the front row, watching me like I was about to betray them. Sable stood across from us with fifty of her people. Calm. Patient. Like she already knew how this would end. Kade stood beside me on the platform. His hand brushed mine once. Not for comfort. For solidarity. He spoke first. “Redwood is changing,” he said. His voice carried over the courtyard. “It’s stronger than it’s ever been. But it’s not perfect.” Murmurs spread through the crowd. Some angry. Some hopeful. Mostly tired. Then it was my turn. I stepped forward. The wood under my
Peace didn’t look like what I thought it would. I thought peace would feel loud. Like cheers in the courtyard. Like fires burning late into the night. Like wolves finally laughing without looking over their shoulders. It wasn’t. Peace was quiet. Too quiet. The kind of quiet that made you check your knife twice and sleep with one eye open. A week after Corin died, the eastern villages stopped reporting in. At first I thought it was weather. The pass had iced over. Messengers couldn’t get through. Then day three passed. Then day four. “No smoke,” Kael said when we climbed the ridge at dawn. He pointed east. “No fires. No movement.” I frowned. “They should be butchering for winter by now.” Kade stood beside me, arms crossed. “We ride at noon.” We took ten wolves. Fast, light, no banners. If this was a trap, I didn’t want half the pack walking into it. The road to the eastern villages was empty. No carts. No footprints. No scent of cooking meat. Just wi
Moonshadow Pack wanted to talk about my father. That meant it was either a trap or a truth I wasn’t ready for. I chose to go anyway. Because if there was even a chance my father didn’t die in that hunter attack, I had to know. Because if it was a trap, I’d walk into it with Kade and Kael at my back and burn it down. We rode south at dawn. Three wolves. No escort. No banners. Just me, Kade, and Kael. Alpha Kaelen met us at the border stones. Tall, silver-haired, with eyes like a storm. Behind him stood twenty wolves, all armed. Not a show of force. A show of seriousness. “Aria,” Kaelen said. “Alpha Kaelen,” I said. “Walk with me.” We walked into the woods. No guards. No backup. Just history and secrets between us. When we were deep enough, Kaelen stopped and pulled out a small wooden box. Old. Carved with Redwood’s sigil. “Your father gave me this the night before he died,” he said. My heart stopped. “What is it?” “Evidence,” he s
Riding alone to meet Roric felt different this time. Last time I was carrying anger. This time I was carrying a journal, a dead packmate’s name, and the weight of knowing exactly what I was fighting for. The border stones were empty when I arrived. No wolves. No ambush. Just Roric standing by the old oak, arms crossed, watching the south road like he expected trouble. “Aria,” he said when I stopped ten feet away. “Roric.” “Walk with me.” We walked into the woods. No guards. No backup. Just two wolves who’d killed enough people to know when to stop talking and start listening. When we were deep enough that neither pack could see us, he stopped and pulled out a map. Not Blackridge’s map. Mine. Redwood’s border map, marked with red X’s in my own handwriting. “You’ve been busy,” he said. I glanced at it. “Vex’s old routes. Rogue drop points. I’ve been closing them.” Roric nodded. “Good. Because they’re not done.” He pointed to a spot on
Riding alone to meet Alpha Roric felt wrong. Every instinct I had screamed to turn back, to bring Kael, to bring Kade, to bring ten wolves and burn Blackridge to the ground just in case. But I didn’t. Because if I wanted Redwood to stop being afraid, I had to stop being afraid first. The border stones came into view at noon. Roric was already there. Alone. No wolves. No weapons visible. He looked different up close. Older than I remembered from the alliance talks. More tired. Like he’d been carrying something heavy for a long time and was ready to put it down. “Aria,” he said when I stopped ten feet away. “Roric,” I said. “Walk with me.” We walked into the woods. No guards. No backup. Just two Alphas’ seconds and a lot of bad history between our packs. When we were deep enough that Redwood couldn’t see us, he stopped. “I owe you the truth,” he said. “You already gave me part of it,” I said. “Not all of it.” He pulled a small leather jour
Blackridge Pack hated Redwood. That was common knowledge. They called us weak. Called Kade a coward. Called me a mistake that should’ve been killed at birth. So when Alpha Roric’s seal showed up on a letter asking for an alliance, I knew it was a trap. The postscript made it worse. ‘Come alone, Aria. We need to talk about your mother.’ My mother died when I was ten. Rogue attack, they said. Body never found. Kael read the letter over my shoulder and swore. “It’s a trap,” he said. “Obviously,” Kade said, pacing the war room. “But we need to know what they know.” I folded the letter and stood up. “Then we go. Together.” Kade stopped pacing. “You’re not going alone, Aria.” “I know,” I said. “That’s why you’re coming.” Kael grinned. “About time we crashed a party.” --- Blackridge territory was two days’ ride south. Rough land. Rougher wolves. We went light. Just me, Kade, and Kael. No escort. If this was a trap, more wolves j
The gate slammed shut behind me with a sound that felt final.No guards. No Kael. No Kade. Just me, the forest, and a week to figure out my life.Kael had set me up in a small cabin on the edge of Dark Ridge territory. No locks on the doors. No guards at the windows. “Trust,” he called it. I ca
I should’ve killed him.The moment Kael dragged Aria out of my ballroom, I should’ve shifted and ripped his throat out in front of everyone.But I didn’t.Because if I did, the council would declare me unfit to rule. And if I’m not Alpha, I can’t protect her.So I stood there. I watched my twin ste
I didn’t sleep.How could I, when the room Kael gave me felt like both a gilded cage and the safest place I’d been in a year?The bed was huge, black sheets, silver trim. The walls were bare stone. No windows. Just a single steel door that I knew was locked from the outside. Kael didn’t trust me
Kael didn’t wait for my answer.One second he was in front of me, the next his arm was around my waist, pulling me against his chest. My protest died in my throat as the world tilted.“Kael!” Kade’s roar shook the chandeliers.“Try and stop me,” Kael said over his shoulder, not even looking back.T







