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Marcus Falls
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Forbidden by the Triplet Alphas Cassian's Crown
The night after the ceremony, Cassian stood on the balcony alone.The moon was full, the stars bright, the forest dark and still below. The wind was warm, carrying the scent of pine and wildflowers and the distant memory of smoke from the pyres that had burned for three days. The bond hummed with his presence, steady and warm, but there was something different about him now. The weight he had carried for so long—the weight of the pack, the weight of his father's legacy, the weight of his mother's death, the weight of being the eldest, the protector, the wall—was gone. Lifted. Released.In its place was something new. Something lighter. Something that looked like peace.I walked to him. My bare feet were silent on the stone. He did not turn. He had known I was coming. He always knew. The bond had told him."You are thinking," I said."I am remembering," he said. His voice was low, soft, meant only for me. "My father. The day he put the crown on my head. I was young. Too young. I did no
Forbidden by the Triplet Alphas A New Alpha Rises
The pack gathered in the great hall at dusk.Torches burned along the walls, casting warm light on the ancient stones that had stood for centuries, that had witnessed the rise and fall of alphas, the birth and death of wolves, the glory and the grief of the Blackwood pack. The flames flickered, sending shadows dancing across the ceiling where the banners of Blackwood hung, torn and faded from the battles but still proud, still defiant. The wolves filled the benches—old and young, warriors and healers, wolves who had fought beside us in the battle for Blackwood and wolves who had hidden in the cellars with the children, clutching them close, praying to gods they had forgotten.The Lycans stood at the back, their grey eyes watchful, their bodies still marked by the scars of their long captivity in the mountains. They had been free for months now, but some of them still flinched at loud noises, still reached for weapons that were not there, still woke in the night screaming from dreams o
Forbidden by the Triplet Alphas The Lycan King's Defeat
The binding took three days. We did not sleep. We did not eat. We stood in the crypt, our hands joined, the bond blazing between us like a fourth heart beating in our chests, like a second sun burning in the dark. The shadows that had lived in the corners of the crypt for years retreated, unable to withstand the light. The shadow in Marcus's body writhed and screamed, throwing itself against the walls of the ritual, trying to break free, trying to find a way out, trying to find a crack in our resolve. But we did not let go. We poured our strength into the binding—our love, our hope, our fear, our grief. Every memory. Every moment. Every sacrifice. Cassian's arm healed as we worked, the bone knitting together, the flesh mending, the pain fading. I felt it through the bond—the sharp crack of the break when the shadow struck him, then the warm pull of the healing as the ritual's power flowed through him, then nothing but the steady strength of his grip. He flexed his fingers, and they
Forbidden by the Triplet Alphas Marcus Falls
The pyres burned for three days. On the fourth day, the ashes were cold. The pack began to rebuild. Walls were reinforced with iron and stone, gates were repaired, homes were restored, and the great hall was scrubbed clean of the blood that had stained the stones—blood of wolves and blood of shadows, black and red, mixed together in patterns that told the story of the battle. The wounded healed slowly, their bodies knitting together, their spirits lifting with each passing day. The children returned to the courtyard, their laughter filling the air once more—a sound that had been absent for too long, a sound that reminded us why we had fought, why we had bled, why we had lost so many. But the shadow of Marcus still lingered. Cassian found me on the balcony at midnight. The moon was full, the stars bright, the forest dark and still below. He stood beside me, his broken arm in a sling, his grey eyes fixed on the horizon where the trees met the sky. He had not slept well since the batt
Forbidden by the Triplet Alphas Blood and Ash
The days after the battle were a blur of blood and ash.The dead were buried in the old cemetery behind the chapel, their graves marked with stones carved with their names by hands that still trembled from the fight. Some of the stones were rough, the letters uneven, carved by wolves who had never learned to write but who wanted to honor their packmates anyway. The wounded filled the great hall, the library, every room that could hold a cot. The healers worked without rest, their hands stained red, their faces pale with exhaustion, their eyes hollow from lack of sleep. They did not complain. They did not stop. They could not.Cassian's arm was set and bound, the bone cracked but not broken through. The healers said it would heal in time, that he would have full use of it again, but for now it hung in a sling, useless. He refused to stay in bed. He stood at the gates each dawn, the first wolf's blade in his hand—his left hand now, clumsy and slow—his grey eyes scanning the forest for e
Forbidden by the Triplet Alphas The Battle for Blackwood
The dawn came grey and cold.The battlefield was littered with the bodies of dark wolves, dissolving into shadow, then into nothing, then into dust that scattered on the wind like ashes from a long-dead fire. The pack stood among the remnants, their faces pale, their bodies bleeding, their eyes wide with exhaustion and disbelief. Some of them were crying, silent tears cutting tracks through the grime on their cheeks. Others were embracing, holding each other up, refusing to let go. A few simply stood, staring at the place where the shadow had been, as if waiting for it to return, as if not trusting that the silence was real.We had won. The shadow was gone. The darkness was silent. But the cost was still counting.Cassian stood at the gates, the first wolf's blade in his hand, its dark metal stained with black blood that would not wash off. His grey eyes scanned the forest for more enemies, for any sign that the darkness was not done with us yet. His arm was broken—I had seen it happe
Forbidden by the Triplet Alphas I Am Theirs
The light from the Kingslayer did not fade.It spread through the chamber like water finding its level, washing over the bones, the stone, the shadows that had clung to every corner for centuries. The Luna's form dissolved not into darkness but into something softer—golden light that swirled upward
Forbidden by the Triplet Alphas What I Found
The cave smelled of earth and old fire.Lysander had led me through the mountains for hours, climbing ridges, crossing streams, moving through darkness so complete I could not see my own hands. He did not speak. He did not need to. The bond pulled me after him like a tide, and I followed because I
Forbidden by the Triplet Alphas Guilt and Hunger
Dawn came grey and cold, the sun hidden behind clouds that pressed low over the mountain. I woke with Theron's arm still around my waist, his breath warm on my neck, the bond humming soft and steady. For a moment, I let myself pretend. Pretend that we were not camped at the base of a mountain where
Forbidden by the Triplet Alphas Cassian’s Warning
I woke to the sound of shouting.Lysander was already on his feet, his body blocking mine, his eyes gold. The cave was bright with morning light filtering through the waterfall, and Sera stood at the entrance, her sword drawn, her face hard.Someone is coming, she said. Wolves. Blackwood.My heart
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