LOGINWhat was supposed to be a sacred mating ceremony, exploded into a blood-soaked nightmare for the daughter of the Head Warrior of Woodcrest pack. Before Anna's horrified eyes, future Alpha Axeel, her fated mate, was brutally butchered. The killer: Alpha Atticus of the Moon Howlers, an obsessed admirer whose twisted pursuit culminated in a chilling vow; she belonged to him alone. Condemned to eighteen years in a merciless Council prison, Atticus vanished, yet his dark promise haunted her. Devastated and emotionally walled off, Anna abandoned the werewolf world, fleeing Woodcrest and her loved ones for the unknown. But fate had darker plans. Four subsequent fated mates vanished without a trace during her desolate travels. Convinced she was cursed, a harbinger of doom, Anna swore off love forever, resigned to loneliness. Then, the strange began. Men actively avoided her, yet unexplained prosperity blossomed. She became a solitary queen in a sprawling mansion. But chilling questions lingered: Who shared her bed in the darkness? Who protected and provided for her meticulously? And most terrifyingly, as her body began to change, how would she explain the birth of her pup to everyone?...
View MoreThe world did not end with a bang or a whimper, it ended with a shift in the wind and the slow, inevitable grinding of the gears of fate. Five years had passed since the glowing orb of the Moon Goddess had descended upon the Royal study, leaving a trail of broken hearts and rewritten destinies. In that half-decade, the map of power for the Lycanthrope species had been radically redrawn. The old Royal court still sat in the Palace but the true pulse of the species had moved to the edges of the map, to the impenetrable green of the Amazon and the glass-and-steel canyons of the new American corporate world.The Jungle Guardians, The Amazon Pack In the heart of South America, the air was a living thing, fresh and vibrating with a steady frequency. Liam stood on a limestone ridge overlooking a vast valley that appeared on no human map. He was a man transformed. The stiff, military posture of his youth in Woodcrest had been replace
Millions Of Miles Away From the Kingdom … The air in the high peaks of the Ridgeback territory didn't taste like the stagnant, perfume-heavy hallways of the Kingdom. It was sharp, smelling of pine resin and the kind of cold that made your lungs ache in a way that felt like being alive. Princess Zara stood on a jagged outcropping, her boots hovering inches from a thousand-foot drop. She looked less like a Princess and more like a tourist in hiking gear. The wind whipped her hair across her face, but she didn't tuck it back. She liked the sting. It was a distraction from the dull, throbbing vacuum in her chest where her fated mate’s bond should have taken root. "If you fall, I’m not explaining it to your father," a voice called out from the tree line. "He’s scary enough when he’s happy." Zara didn't turn around. She knew the cadence of Alpha Mechi’s voice by heart now. He had been her shadow for months,
“But I have a few things to say.” A bone-deep chill rippled through every person standing in the King’s office, a cold so absolute it felt like their very marrow was turning to ice. It was a voice none of them had ever heard, melodic and haunting, yet razor-sharp, slicing through the air like a blade skidding across a frozen lake. All heads snapped toward the floor-to-ceiling glass wall. An immense, glowing orb of celestial light was drifting inward, passing through the solid pane without leaving so much as a hairline fracture. A collective gasp caught in the throats of all. In an instant, the political bickering and domestic drama vanished. Everyone knew they were no longer dealing with something mortal, they were in the presence of the divine. “Bow and hear me!” the voice commanded, vibrating with an authority that made the foundations of the Palace tremble. “None of you are worthy to look upon me. Diso
The heavy oak doors had barely clicked shut behind the Alphas of Woodcrest, Crescent Moon, and Blue Moon when the air shifted. They hadn't come alone. Their mates, Queen Anna’s inner circle, trailed in, expecting a tactical briefing or a Royal decree. What they found instead was a domestic hand grenade with the pin already pulled. Amy, the Luna of Crescent Moon, came to a dead halt. Her breath hitched, a jagged, ugly sound that cut through the silence. There, perched on the edge of a velvet chaise, was Calla. Her daughter. The girl who had vanished into the ether nearly a year ago, leaving behind a trail of frantic search parties and a grieving pack, hollowed-out bank accounts, and a grieving pack. But Calla wasn't huddled in a corner or looking like a victim.She was lounging intimately against Petric. The hybrid son of Margie and Emile looked far too comfortable, his arm draped possessively over Calla’s shoulders, his f
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