LOGINLena Carter has spent her life as a rogue, hiding from the world of packs and alphas. But when she’s captured on Shadowmoor Pack lands, everything changes. She’s forced to face Alpha Damian Thorn—the cold, ruthless leader who wants nothing to do with a mate. Except fate has other plans. Damian rejects Lena, but the bond refuses to break. The Seer warns them both—Lena isn’t just any wolf. She carries a rare power, one that could rewrite destiny itself. As dark forces rise and an ancient enemy seeks to claim her, Lena must decide: will she fight for the mate who never wanted her, or embrace the darkness calling her name? With love and fate hanging in the balance, Lena and Damian must uncover the truth about their bond—before it’s too late. A slow-burn, high-stakes werewolf romance filled with passion, danger, and a love that defies destiny.
View MoreThe sun rose over the valley like a promise. For the first time in months, the pack woke not to the sound of warning horns or battle cries, but to laughter and the clatter of rebuilding. Smoke from cooking fires curled into the sky, mixing with the scent of pine and damp earth.Lena walked through the camp slowly, her boots crunching against the gravel path. Everywhere she looked, warriors were working—mending fences, repairing watchtowers, and patching tents. Children ran between them, carrying tools too big for their hands, pretending to be warriors themselves.Jace waved when he saw her. “Morning, Commander,” he said, grinning.“Don’t start,” Lena said, shaking her head with a laugh. “I’m not your commander.”“You trained half of us,” he said. “That counts.”She rolled her eyes but couldn’t help smiling. “Fine. Then I’m ordering you to take a break.”He leaned on his hammer. “After this post is fixed, maybe.” He paused, his grin softening. “You look good, Lena. Happier.”“Peace wil
The morning after the battle was quiet in a way Lena had never known before. The air was heavy with smoke and rain. The ground was scarred, soaked with both water and blood. What had once been chaos was now only silence and the soft rustle of the wind.She sat by Damian’s bedside in the healer’s tent. His chest rose and fell slowly, steady but weak. His bandages were clean now, the deep wound across his ribs beginning to heal. Still, every time he winced in his sleep, Lena’s heart clenched.Jace stood guard at the entrance. He had barely spoken since dawn. When she glanced up at him, he offered a small, tired smile.“He’s strong,” Jace said quietly. “He’ll make it.”Lena brushed a stray strand of hair from Damian’s forehead. “He always does.”Jace nodded. “You should rest, Lena. You fought harder than any of us.”She shook her head. “I can’t. Not yet.”The tent flap rustled, and Elliot stepped in carrying a tray of herbs and clean cloth. “How is he?”“Breathing better,” Lena said. “Bu
The next morning came gray and silent. The sun rose behind a thick layer of clouds, casting the forest in pale light. The camp was uneasy. Everyone knew the rogues were regrouping. They could feel it in the wind.Lena stood on the ridge overlooking the valley. The air smelled of pine and iron. She held her father’s letter in her hand. She had read it a hundred times through the night. Every word burned deeper into her heart.Behind her, Damian approached quietly. His footsteps barely touched the ground.“You did not sleep,” he said.She shook her head. “Could you?”He gave a small smile. “Not after what we found.”Lena looked at him. The morning light touched his face, showing the faint scar near his temple, the shadows under his eyes. For the first time, he looked more human than Alpha.“I want to show Kieran the truth,” she said. “If he sees this letter, maybe he will stop.”Damian nodded slowly. “He will not listen easily. But we can try.”She turned toward him. “Try how?”“We send
The night was quiet again. Too quiet. The forest smelled of blood and smoke, and the moon hung low and heavy above the camp. Lena sat outside Damian’s tent, her arms wrapped around her knees. Her clothes were still stained from the fight, but she didn’t feel the cold.All she could hear was Kieran’s voice echoing in her mind.“Ask your Alpha how he became one.”The words burned.When Elliot stepped out of the tent, he paused beside her. “He’s awake,” he said softly. “He asked for you.”Lena nodded but didn’t move. “Is he worse?”“He’ll live,” Elliot said. “You know Damian. Too stubborn to die.”Lena gave a faint smile, though it didn’t reach her eyes. “Yeah. Stubborn fits him.”Elliot hesitated, then added, “Whatever Kieran said out there… be careful. The truth hurts more than any blade.”“I already know that,” she said quietly.She stood and pushed open the tent flap. The inside smelled faintly of herbs and blood. Damian lay on a cot, shirtless, his side wrapped tightly in bandages.












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