Mag-log inOn the night of her Moon Ceremony, the day she eagerly awaited, Aria Hemlock believed she was finally about to receive the life every she-wolf wanted, love, honor and bond to the Alpha's son. For years she trained non-stop to be the perfect Luna for him...soft-spoken and obedient. But fate had other plans. When Kael, the bloodthirsty and cold rogue alpha, storms into the sacred grounds and interrupts the ceremony, everything stops. Gasps of shock echo through the night as he steps into the moonlight and declares the unthinkable: "She is mine". Before Aria could protest, run or even breathe, she feels the strong unmistakable pull of the bond. Her wolf recognizes him, craves him, Submits to him. Before she could think, she's marked Kidnapped And claimed Thrown into the world of rogue who lives by his own rules Kael is feared across every pack, an exile who has a bloody past and a strong heart encased in ice. But the more time aria spends in his presence, the cracks begin to show. Beneath the scars of pain and fury is a man bound by duty, secrets, and something much deeper than hate. And he didn't just claim her out of his lust. He did it to protect her from a truth that could get her killed Because Aria isn't who she thinks she is, and her pack isn't what they claim to be. As forbidden attraction threatens to commit the both of them, and long-buried secrets start surfacing, Aria must make a choice...fight for her fate...or burn the world down to be with the one wolf she should have never loved. But some bonds can't be broken no matter what. Enemies will rise Loyalties will shatter And in the end, only one true bond will stand
view moreThe days that followed blurred into a restless quiet. The marks on my palms hadn’t faded, faint, angry red lines that pulsed as though blood itself had been trapped beneath the skin. I’d tried covering them with cloth, smearing them with ash, even scrubbing them raw until Kael pulled my wrists away with a growl and told me to stop.Still, the marks remained.And yet, life in the camp pressed on as though the world wasn’t unraveling. The air grew cooler, the days shorter, and the scent of autumn rolled in with the sharpness of fallen leaves and damp soil. I should’ve felt comfort in the rhythm of survival, but instead it felt almost cruel, like fate dangling a semblance of normalcy in front of me, just to see if I’d reach for it.The rogues had decided on a Harvest Feast. Drex called it foolish. “Wolves dancing around fires while danger sharpens its teeth out there” but even he softened when Nessa tugged at his hand and insisted, with all the certainty of a child, that they deserved on
The silence stretched like a blade between us. Lio’s parchment still lay on the ground between us, the words stark and final: Because they’re afraid of what happens when you’re free.My palms burned. My wolf paced restlessly inside me, pressing harder against the cage of my ribs, growling at the phantom taste of chains. I curled my fists against my thighs, trying to stop the trembling.Lio didn’t move, didn’t speak. His pale eyes never left me, and in them I saw what he hadn’t written. Fear. Not just for me, but of me.My throat tightened. “I can’t keep this from him,” I whispered, my voice raw. “Kael has to know. Even if it destroys him.”Lio’s fingers twitched against the charcoal. He scribbled quickly, slid the parchment toward me.Or it destroys you first.The words lodged like stones in my chest.I dragged in a shaky breath and pushed to my feet. My knees wobbled, but I forced them steady. “I don’t care. Secrets are already strangling us. If I stay silent, I’ll drown in it before
The silence between us didn’t ease when the flames died down to embers. It stretched, fragile and sharp, until I couldn’t bear it anymore. I rose, the chair scraping softly against the wood, and left Kael in the cabin without another word. His eyes followed me as I slipped out into the night, but he didn’t call me back.The cold air bit at my skin, welcome after the suffocating weight of his confession. I walked until the shadows swallowed me, until the sounds of the camp dimmed to nothing but distant murmurs and the crackle of dying fires. My legs ached, but my chest hurt worse.His words replayed, twisting like thorns inside me.She begged me to let him live. And now I wonder if that was her final mistake.I couldn’t decide which part haunted me more, my mother’s desperate plea for Dorian’s life, or the broken guilt in Kael’s voice as he admitted it.When I finally returned to my tent, I sank onto the cot, dragging the blanket around me. Sleep wasn’t what I wanted, not when dreams h
The silence after Kael’s words hung like smoke, heavy and suffocating. His voice had cracked at the end, but the weight of it pressed against me long after the sound had faded. She begged me to let him live. And now I wonder if that was her final mistake.The firelight carved shadows along the planes of his face, making him look carved from stone, raw and broken, both beast and man. My chest tightened painfully. I wanted to reach for him, to close the distance, but my hands curled into fists instead. My mother. The woman I only had fragments of, scraps of stories and fading images in my head. She had begged. For Dorian. For the man who orchestrated death and ruin.I swallowed the knot in my throat. “Kael,” I whispered, and it sounded like a plea more than a word.He leaned back in his chair, his body rigid, as if he was bracing against a storm only he could see. His eyes didn’t leave the flames. “You wanted the truth, Aria. There it is. My parents, my people, ripped apart because of h
The meeting had ended, but Mira’s words clung to me like poison. Your father’s sins will kill him. But yours will kill all of us.Even now, hours later, the sound of them rang inside my skull, sharp and merciless, as though her voice had lodged itself into my bones.Kael stalked ahead of me as we l
The camp didn’t sleep after that night.It felt as if the dream had ripped something open between us all, a raw wound none of us knew how to stitch shut. Whispers ran through the rogues like wildfire, feeding on fear, suspicion, and hunger for answers no one had.Some accused Kael of leading us int
The night stretched long after Kael disappeared into the shadows, leaving Aria standing by the fire with her chest aching and her skin still burning where he had touched her. She wanted to scream, to shake him, to force the truth out of him, but the look in his eyes when he had said Not tonight clu
The moment Thalos spoke Kael’s name, the night seemed to fold inward.The rogues who lingered at the edges of the fire stiffened, their eyes darting between Kael and the shadowed figure. Few dared to breathe. Even fewer dared to speak. They knew the name, even if most had never seen the man in fles












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