His Moon, His Mate

The Alpha’s PrisonerLena knew she was in trouble as soon as they got to the Shadowmoor packhouse.The building loomed before her—massive, built from dark stone and timber, its walls whispering of old power. A long set of stairs led to the grand entrance, where two guards stood watch. Their sharp eyes locked onto her the moment she arrived, their expressions unreadable.Elliot tightened his grip on her arm as they ascended the steps. “Behave, little criminal.”Lena gave him a mean look but said nothing. Her mind was racing, trying to piece together an escape. This wasn’t just any pack—Shadowmoor was one of the strongest in the region. Damian Thorn was not only a ruthless Alpha but also an unforgiving leader. And now, he was her mate.No. She refused to accept it.The heavy doors swung open, revealing a grand hall lined with warriors and pack members. They all turned to watch her, whispering among themselves. Some looked curious. Others are careful. A few seemed outright hostile.A wom

Escape or AllianceLena lay awake in the small room they gave her and stared at the ceiling made of wood. The jail was better than the dungeon, but it was still a prison. Damian gave her some time to decide, but she already knew she could not stay. Now she would be stuck in a new way if she agreed to his plan. She would be tied to the Alpha and his war. If she said no, he would never let her go.There must be a different way.She had a lot of ideas, and each one was more risky than the last. It was not easy to get out of Shadowmoor. It was a fortress surrounded by dangerous land and guarded by trained soldiers. But she had learned how to get out of tough spots before.She sat up when there was a light knock on the door. As he leaned against the doorway with his arms crossed, Elliot smiled at her.He said, "You look like an animal in a cage."Lena's eyes got narrow. "What do you want from me?""I might want to help you."She laughed. "Why would you do that?"He cocked his head. "Becaus

Strategy and ShadowsAfter deciding to stay, Lena was not sure what she had anticipated, but she should have realised that trust was not something that was gained quickly. The pack members murmured behind her back while the warriors observed her like an animal in a cage. She chose to ignore them and concentrate on the current assignment.Damian did not waste any time. He called her back to the war room that morning. As she entered and saw his golden eyes, the tension in the air was palpable.He remarked, "You wanted a say." "This is your opportunity."Eyeing the map that was laid out on the table, she crossed her arms. There was more rogue activity. Even Damian's warriors were having difficulty holding the line as the northern borders were constantly being attacked.On the map, Lena tapped a point. "They are going to hit here next."Standing next to Damian, Elliot scowled. "How do you know for sure?""Because I understand their thought process," Lena answered. They do not go straight

Hidden SecretsThe pack was on edge from the battle's aftermath. Even though they had won, the rogues had made it clear that they had no intention of giving up. Tension hovered in the air like a storm waiting to break, yet the warriors intensified their efforts and strengthened defences.Lena had a nagging suspicion that things was not quite right. Although the rogues had launched a fierce onslaught, their withdrawal was too well-managed. They had a leader who understood strategy, so they were not just dumb brutes.That implied that they will return.She trained the scouting teams over the course of the following few days, teaching them how to move covertly and identify threats before they materialised. She was aware that some of them still had doubts about her, but she did not give a damn. It was one thing to prove herself to Damian, but quite another to prove herself to them.But Jace seems to have grown fond of her. He even sparred with her during training sessions and showed her s

Blood Moon RisingThe moon hung low and red in the sky, a rare blood moon that cast an eerie glow across Shadowmoor. The pack believed it was a sign—some said it meant change, others, doom. Lena wasn’t sure what to believe. All she knew was that time was running out.Since Kieran’s warning, her mind had been in turmoil. She hadn’t told Damian what had happened in the woods. Not yet. Part of her didn’t want to believe her brother—not just because of the implications, but because it would mean everything she had begun to build here was a lie.But the doubt had taken root.The morning after their meeting, Lena had gone to the war room to study the maps, pretending nothing had changed. She traced her fingers over the borders, noting the weakened areas and the direction the rogues might take next. Everything felt fragile—on the brink.Elliot entered first, as usual, a cup of coffee in one hand. “You look like you haven’t slept in a week,” he said casually.“I haven’t,” Lena muttered.He ar