LOGINCorin never belonged to the Silver Stone Pack. As a mongrel born of a human mother, she exists at the bottom of the hierarchy desired, tolerated, and despised all at once. Her only refuge was Glacier, the flawless Alpha whose smile promised hope and whose attention felt like destiny. Corin believed her body and her future would finally belong to someone. On her eighteenth birthday, Glacier tears off the mask. Instead of a mating mark, Corin receives public humiliation and the truth: he murdered her father. The perfect Alpha is nothing more than a cold-blooded monster. Desire turns to shame. Love turns to blood. Fleeing into the rain, Corin collapses into the arms of Mason. The Alpha of the Brown Stone Pack is dangerous, tattooed, forbidden. He offers no fairy tales—only protection, vengeance, and a gaze that makes Corin feel something she never has before: wanted. Not pitied. Seen. As Glacier hunts her down, Mason teaches Corin how to command her body, her power and the hunger burning between them. In the shadows, through forbidden touches and rising tension, Corin realizes the truth: Her true haven was never in the light. It was always in the arms of a cruel Alpha.
View MoreCorin The door closed behind us with a heavy thud, shutting out the world, the war, and the restless murmur of the pack. Mason did not light a lamp. Only the faint glow of embers in the hearth painted the walls in deep crimson shadows. He still held me in his arms, as if setting me down might cause me to shatter. “Mason, you can put me down,” I whispered, though my head rested comfortably against his shoulder. The scent of smoke and ash clung to us both, mingling with the pine that always lingered on his skin. “My legs are fine.” “Your legs are,” he answered in a low, rough voice, tightening his hold just slightly. “Your back is not. Do you even feel how badly you were burned?” “The adrenaline dulled it,” I murmured. Now, wrapped in silence, the truth crept back in. The throbbing between my shoulder blades sharpened with each breath. Fire had left its mark. He set me down carefully on the thick rug befor
Corin The setting sun painted the pine trees around Northwood in long streaks of red. Smoke still lingered in the air, bitter and heavy, but the sounds of battle had given way to the steady rhythm of rebuilding. Saws growled. Hammers struck wood in determined cadence. Mason wasted no time. He assigned a dozen of his strongest warriors to remain behind as guards and to help begin reconstruction. “Watch the borders. If you see even a single silver hair, do not ask questions. Strike,” he commanded, his voice iron hard. Then he turned to me. His gaze softened as he looked me over. I still lay on the makeshift cot in the temporary infirmary, but the herbal salve and my wolf’s healing strength were already working. “I am taking you home, Corin. You and the children. The stronghold is safer. Nell and the others will care for you properly,” he said. He lifted me as if I were something sacred. The surviving child
Mason The rage was still pounding at my temples, but the sight before me slowly quieted the wolf raging inside. We had set up a temporary camp at the edge of the village, far from the still smoldering ruins. Brown Stone warriors moved in silent patrols, yet their gazes kept drifting toward the tent erected at the center of camp. Inside, gentleness and pain existed side by side. Corin lay on her stomach on a bedding layered with thick blankets. Her back… even I had to steady myself at the sight, and I had witnessed the worst horrors of war. Her skin was red and blistered where she had held the burning beam. And yet she did not complain. She simply lay there, cheek resting on her forearm, a strange serenity in her eyes that I could not comprehend. A bowl of cool herbal salve sat beside me. I dipped my fingers into it and began spreading it over her burned flesh with the lightest touch I was capable of. I felt her body
Corin The cracking of the beams sounded like the scream of a dying beast. As the roof gave way, burning wood and heavy tiles crashed down without mercy. There was nowhere to leap. No time to escape. Only one choice remained. I positioned myself above the children, braced my hind legs, and took the impact across my back. The weight was crushing. It felt as if a mountain had fallen on me. A deep pained howl tore from my throat, but my legs did not buckle. The children crouched beneath me, their wide terrified eyes fixed on me. Their faces were smeared with soot, tears cutting clean paths through the dirt. “Go,” I pushed into their minds through the bond. Even in wolf form, my voice rang clearly in their heads. “Quickly, little ones. Out the window. Do not look back.” I saw Sarah’s son first. He trembled, but found strength in my gaze. I nudged him with my nose toward the opening Mason and the warriors had carved into t
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