LOGINThe Alpha’s Betrayal Elena felt his eyes on her long before she turned. Damien leaned against the balcony rail of the North Wing, moonlight carving silver over his wolf-marked skin. For a moment—just a moment—she allowed herself to believe he might be there simply because he missed her. Because despite everything, some part of him still saw her as more than a weapon.But then his voice came. Low, calculated.“Your display at the Trial impressed them. Even the Council can’t deny your power now.”She kept her back straight. “I didn’t do it for them.”“No,” Damien murmured, stepping closer. “You did it because you had no choice. I understand that more than you think.”He brushed a strand of hair behind her ear. Such a gentle touch… and yet her heart recoiled.“Don’t,” she whispered.He froze, hand lingering in the air between them. “You think I enjoy forcing you to prove yourself?”“I think you enjoy control,” she said. “And I think you enjoy reminding me that I don’t have any.” His jaw
The Trial of PowerElenaThe Council chamber felt like a graveyard. Ancient stone, frozen torches, walls painted with long-forgotten wars. And those eyes—cold, weighing, hungry for a mistake.They weren’t here to test me.They were here to destroy me.My pulse pounded in my throat as I stood alone beneath the moon sigil carved into the marble floor. A symbol of power… and judgment.“Bring in the accused,” a voice announced from somewhere above, echoing like thunder.Accused. Not Luna. Not even a wolf. Accused.I should’ve been used to humiliation by now—but this was different. This time, I could feel the magic under my skin reacting, burning, like it wanted to break out.I swallowed hard, hands trembling as the High Councilor rose from his seat.“Elena Vale,” he called, voice sharp. “You are charged with uncontrolled manifestation of forbidden abilities—Moonfire and Bloodbinding. State your defense.”“My powers manifested to save lives, not take them,” I said, trying not to sound afra
The Moon’s ProphecySnow fell in silent spirals as Elena climbed the stone steps leading to the Moon Shrine. The wind howled across the mountain peak, carrying whispers that felt older than the world itself. Behind her, two guards followed at a respectful distance—Damien’s orders. Zephyr had offered to escort her, but Elena refused. She needed clarity, not another tug-of-war between the two alphas circling her life like rival storms. Tonight was the Full Blood Moon.The night the priestess had insisted Elena must come.The moment Elena stepped inside the shrine, warmth wrapped around her like a living breath. Torches flickered with blue flames. Ancient symbols carved into the walls glowed faintly. A hum—soft, rhythmic, pulsing—echoed in her chest, as though the shrine recognized her.At the center of the circular hall, Priestess Nyra knelt before a crescent-shaped altar carved from moonstone. Her long silver braids swept the floor as she rose to greet Elena, eyes glowing with that ee
Blood on the SnowThe biting wind whipped through the dense forest, carrying a chill that seeped into the bones. Snowflakes drifted lazily from the overcast sky, blanketing the earth in an eerie silence that only deepened the tension gripping Elena’s heart. She clutched her twins tightly to her chest as they nestled against her, their tiny breaths warm against the cold air.Zephyr was just a few paces behind, alert and watchful, while Damien’s warriors formed a tight protective ring around them. Despite the heavy guard, Elena’s instincts screamed danger — an invisible threat lurking, watching, waiting for the perfect moment to strike.Her eyes flicked to the shadows between the trees, where something moved too fluidly, too silently to be natural. The pack sensed it too; a low growl rose from the warriors as they shifted, hands reaching for weapons.Elena’s pulse quickened, the fire of her frustration and fear kindling deep inside her. She tightened her hold on the twins, feeling the
The Alpha’s WrathThe night air was thick with tension, almost suffocating in its weight. The moon, full and brilliant, cast long shadows across the pack’s courtyard as Elena paced with restless energy. Her thoughts were a tangled mess of fear, desire, and anger — emotions as volatile as the power simmering just beneath her skin..Damien’s presence was a storm looming on the horizon, his fury barely contained but threatening to explode at any moment. She could feel it in the charged silence between them, in the way his eyes darkened whenever Zephyr’s name slipped from her lips.Elena stopped and clenched her fists. How had things come to this? From rejection to obsession, from control to rebellion — the war between Damien and Zephyr wasn’t just a battle for her heart. It was a fight for her very soul.A Rift ExplodesThe courtyard doors burst open, and Damien strode in, his muscles coiled like a predator ready to strike. His voice cut through the stillness like a whip.“I warned you,
Chains of DesireThe moon hung low and heavy over the dense forest, silver light filtering through the ancient oaks and bathing the pack’s territory in an ethereal glow. Elena sat silently on the edge of the clearing, her gaze distant as she wrapped her arms protectively around her swollen belly. The twins shifted inside her, small kicks and movements echoing the storm inside her heart.The night was supposed to be peaceful. The kind of stillness that came before a storm.Her breath hitched as she recalled the last days—the sharp edge of Zephyr’s gaze, the way his presence made her pulse race and her mind reel. She had fought it fiercely, telling herself she didn’t need him. That she could handle this alone. But the truth was undeniable now.She was drawn to him.A soft rustle behind her made Elena tense. Her heart thudded wildly as Zephyr stepped into the clearing, his dark eyes reflecting the flickering flames of the distant campfire. His usual calm was replaced with a raw, unguarde







