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Feral Hearts Book 1: Awakening the Feral
Last Updated : 2026-07-12
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"You're either brave," Aaron said quietly, his accent thickening just enough when he was irritated, "or you have no sense of self-preservation." I didn't look away. His dark eyes burned - calculating, controlled, dangerous. The kind of Alpha who didn't need to raise his voice to be obeyed. The kind who was born into power and sharpened by it. "Maybe I just don't scare easily," I said smugly. A muscle ticked in his jaw. Slow. Controlled. He stepped into my space, close enough that the air shifted, close enough that I could feel the heat rolling off him and smell the faint scent of coffee on his breath. "You should," he murmured, eyes focused on my lips. ⸻⸻⸻ Xavier has one rule: survive. After being betrayed and left for dead by his own pack, he doesn't trust Alphas. He doesn't trust loyalty. And he sure as fuck doesn't trust powerful families who smile too easily. Aaron D'Amico is everything Xavier avoids - a strategic, dangerously composed Alpha raised in legacy and control. His pack is strong. His leadership is unquestioned. And his mother's influence runs deeper than anyone realizes, even him. He doesn't make reckless decisions. He doesn't let emotions interfere. And he doesn't lose control. Until Xavier. What starts as irritation turns into a battle of dominance neither of them expected. But beneath the tension simmers something more dangerous - quiet political maneuvering, shifting loyalties, and a matriarch who watches every move. Because in this pack, power isn't taken with claws. It's taken with strategy. And the Alpha who prides himself on discipline? He's about to meet the one wolf who refuses to behave. WARNING ‼️‼️‼️ CONTAINS MATURE AND SEXUAL THEMES
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Prologue
XAVIER
The forest shouldn't have felt alive. Not like that. Not at midnight. But it did. The leaves didn't just rustle — they whispered. Branches creaked overhead like ribs stretching around a restless heart. The wind slid between the trees carrying more than cold; it carried warning. Every shadow bent wrong. Every snap beneath my worn sneakers sounded too loud, too close. I'd been running long enough that my lungs burned raw. Still, I didn't slow. I couldn't. Something in me urged me forward and I couldn't shake it off... or I didn't try. Then I smelled him. Not fear. Not blood. Not the metallic bite of danger. Something hotter. Something feral. Aaron. His name didn't enter my mind gently — it branded itself there. My pulse stumbled. My skin tightened as if it recognized him before I did. Instinct surged hard and violent: run. Hide. Bury yourself deep enough that even he couldn't find you. But my body wouldn't obey. He stepped from the dark like he belonged to it. Just a few feet stood between us, yet the space felt charged, compressed — as if the air itself bowed to him. Power radiated off him, controlled and deliberate, the kind that didn't need to shout. Too close. Too much. Too powerful. Too Alpha. And still... I didn't move. The light scents of pine and bourbon infiltrated my nose, sending my Adam's apple into a nervous frenzy. Something inside me — something I had thought had gone silent forever — stirred. Slow. Uncertain. Awake. "You're here." His voice was low, steady. Not surprised. Not relieved. Certain. "I... I don't..." My words collapsed before they were finished. Breath felt borrowed. My limbs felt heavy, caught between fight and surrender. His gray eyes held mine — storm-colored, sharp, unreadable. There was heat beneath them, banked and waiting. He stepped closer, slow enough that I could have retreated. I didn't. His hands lifted, hovering near my shoulders. Not touching. Not yet. The restraint was deliberate. Measured. "You don't have to understand," he said quietly. "Not yet." The command wasn't in the words. It was in the control. "Just don't run from me." I should have. Every nerve in my body was coiled tight. Every scar in my memory whispered that closeness was dangerous. But beneath the fear was something else — a pull I couldn't name, heavy and magnetic. It dragged at something primal in my chest, something that responded to him whether I wanted it to or not. The wind shifted again. Moss. Wet bark. Cold earth. And him. Sharp. Earthy. Warm. He didn't dominate the space. He consumed it. His fingers moved closer, grazing the air just above my skin. My muscles tensed automatically, but he paused — adjusted — as if remembering that I wasn't something to conquer. "I've never..." His jaw tightened. "I don't know how to do this without hurting you." There it was — the crack in the armor. "But I will learn." Not a promise tossed into the dark. A vow. My heart pounded so hard it felt bruised. My breath came shallow. And deep inside me, the wolf I had buried — the part I had refused to acknowledge — lifted its head. He was danger. He was fire wrapped in restraint. He was control held on a razor's edge. And somehow... impossibly... he was careful with me. The forest closed in around us, thick and waiting — the night hummed with things unseen. And standing there, caught between fear and hunger, I understood something that terrified me more than him. This wasn't just attraction. It wasn't just instinct. It was inevitability. The storm wasn't coming. It was already there. —————— ┊ ┊ ┊ ┊ ┊ ┊ ┊ ┊ ┊ ┊ ˚★⋆｡˚ ⋆ ┊ ┊ ┊ ⋆ ┊ ┊ ★⋆ ┊ ◦ ★⋆ ┊ . ˚ ˚★ Hello lovely readers, If you're here, that means you not only love supernatural things like I do but you love the act of love too. I'm sure smokin hot alphas make a good selling point for most stories. Thank you from the bottom of my heart for deciding to read my first book, Awakening the Feral! Whatever made you decide to pick it up, I hope the writing has now since convinced you to stay a while. A little background before we really kick things off, this book is made from the story of Aaron and Xavier, Aaron being an OC I made for a roleplay back in like 2016 when I was around 13-14. Xavier being one of my closest, longest and best online friend Alex's OC from that same roleplay. It used to be a whole little group of us roleplaying Nightshade Pack on I*******m! Our group account might even still be up somewhere where we used to post our OCs and the application for new members to the roleplay lols!! Fast forward a couple years, all this time, Alex and I have stayed friends, started and ended various roleplays and attempted multiple different creative concepts to ensure that Xavier and Aaron's story never truly dies. Our boys have existed and survived in our minds this long. It was time I stopped dallying and gave Aaron the attention he so deserves. We both strongly felt their story deserved more than where we left it off at in middle school so here I am today writing you a 5 book planned saga on my bestest boy and his bestest fated mate just with some.... major adult tweaks. More books to come and each will only get better, I swear it! If this book goes well, for book 2 with Alex's permission I'll release the old old middle school fan art he drew of our boys (it's freaking adorable and actually very impressive for a middle schooler to have drawn). Happy reading, Mari ᥫ᭡.Latest chapter
Feral Hearts Book 1: Awakening the Feral Chapter 61
Aaron didn't move.For a long moment, neither did I.Rain drummed steadily against the roof, filling the silence between us while we simply stared at each other across the threshold. Eight days. Eight days of believing we'd been abandoned by the other, and now that he was standing here, neither of us seemed to know where to begin.He looked exhausted.Not just physically.Something deeper sat behind his eyes now, carved into the hard line of his mouth, into the way his shoulders seemed to carry far more than the healing wound strapped beneath his shirt. His gaze carrying the weight of a man who'd seen hell and came back from it.I wondered if I looked any better.Probably not.We'd both apparently been surviving the same lie.Aaron's gaze drifted over me slowly. The oversized hoodie hanging from my frame. The sleeves swallowing my hands. The hollows beneath my eyes. The untouched bowl of food still sitting on the table behind me.His expression tightened almost painfully."You've lost
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The rain hadn't stopped in three days.It crawled across the windows in slow streaks, turned the pack grounds silver and gray beneath the moonlight, and wrapped the entire territory in something cold and miserable that matched the ache sitting permanently in my chest.I barely left the cabin anymore.What was the fucking point?Every morning started the same way now.Wake up exhausted.Force myself to breathe through the heaviness in my ribs.Tell myself I wasn't going to try again.Then somehow end up outside the healer's den anyways.Like a fucking idiot.Only to be turned away.Again.And again.And again.By the end of the week, I'd stopped asking questions entirely. The guards wouldn't meet my eyes anymore when they blocked the entrance. The healers looked uncomfortable every time they told me Aaron was resting.And Isabella—God. That bitch.I started timing my visits around her because I couldn't stand the look on her face anymore. That cold satisfaction every time she saw me w
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The first few days after seeing Aaron in the healer's den became a blur of half-lived moments and empty hours.I stopped leaving the cabin unless I absolutely had to.At first, people noticed.Fiorella knocked every morning, soft and hesitant, carrying food I barely touched. Elias tried once too—leaning against my doorway with forced casualness and asking if I wanted to spar, like bruises and exhaustion could somehow punch grief out of me.I told him no.After that, they started giving me space. Too much space. The silence became unbearable. When no one was talking all I could hear was my own head.He chose you.Now he's in a coma because of it.The words replayed constantly, sinking deeper every time.I stopped sleeping properly. Every time exhaustion finally dragged me under, I dreamed of blood. Black fur soaked crimson. Then I'd wake up gasping, my chest tight, my wolf clawing frantically beneath my skin while panic burned through me so hard it felt like suffocation.And every sing
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They brought him back.That was the first thing I learned a couple mornings later. Not from anyone who looked me in the eye and said it. From the way the air shifted. From the way people spoke in lowered voices, like if they said it too loudly, it would become something worse than it already was.He's alive.They got him out.Barely.He won't wake up.And then—They put him under.Medically induced.The words didn't feel real as the news whispered through the pack. Not when all I could see was the moment his body jerked from the impact of the second bullet, the way his wolf refused to fall even as blood soaked into his fur.He didn't fall.But he didn't come back to me either.I sat on the edge of the bed, unmoving, my hands limp in my lap as if they didn't belong to me anymore. I hadn't done much since we returned. Hadn't eaten. Hadn't slept. Every time I closed my eyes, I was back there. Watching him take something meant for me.A soft knock sounded at the door.I didn't respond.It
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The clearing empties slowly. Wolves drift back toward training circles and patrol routes, the rhythm of the territory resuming as if nothing beneath it trembles. I don't realize how long I've been standing there until the ache in my ribs sharpens again. "You look like you're about to collapse." Fi
Feral Hearts Book 1: Awakening the Feral Chapter 3
The pack wakes before the sun fully rises. Not loudly. Not chaotically. But with purpose. The air shifts first — scents thickening as bodies move between cabins, patrol routes refresh, hierarchy reasserts itself in quiet dominance displays. Smoke curls from central fire pits. Boots press into da
Feral Hearts Book 1: Awakening the Feral Chapter 2
Warmth is the first thing I notice. Not numbness. Not pain. Not cold damp earth or matted leaves. Warmth. It wraps around me like heavy wool, pressing against my skin, seeping into every one of my bones. My body feels weightless and impossibly heavy at the same time. Then the pain returns. Dull
Feral Hearts Book 1: Awakening the Feral Chapter 1
Pain. It was all I felt. Everything hurt. Breathing hurt. Moving hurt. Thinking hurt. Existing... hurt. I tasted blood. It coated the back of my tongue, metallic and thick, sliding down my throat with every swallow. I tried not to. It hurt too much. The forest floor was cold beneath me. Damp. T
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