LOGINKaelani spent her life believing she was wolfless. Cast out by her pack. Forgotten by the Lycans. She lived among humans—quiet, invisible, tucked away in a town no one looked at twice. But when her first heat comes without warning, everything changes. Her body ignites. Her instincts scream. And something primal stirs beneath her skin— summoning a big, bad Alpha who knows exactly how to quench her fire. When he claims her, it’s ecstasy and ruin. For the first time, she believes she’s been accepted. Seen. Chosen. Until he leaves her the next morning— like a secret never to be spoken. But Kaelani is not what they thought. Not wolfless. Not weak. There is something ancient inside her. Something powerful. And it’s waking. And when it does— they’ll all remember the girl they tried to erase. Especially him. She’ll be the dream he keeps chasing… the one thing that ever made him feel alive. Because secrets never stay buried. And neither do dreams.
View MoreA tall man in a crisp navy suit, polished shoes, and a smug, manufactured smile stepped into her path — like he’d been waiting for this exact moment.Mr. Hamilton.“Ms. Kaelani,” he said smoothly, hands clasped in front of him like a polite predator. “Out for a stroll, I see. What a coincidence, running into you.”Kaelani didn’t stop walking, just gave a tight-lipped smile and an audible huff of irritation. “Yes… what a coincidence.”Unbothered, he matched her pace. “Since we’re both here, perhaps we can revisit our conversation from last month. I think you’ll find our new offer—”“Look, Mr. Anderson—”“Hamilton,” he corrected, still smiling.“Yeah. Whatever.” She didn’t bother hiding her disdain. “My answer hasn’t changed.”He opened his mouth, but she didn’t give him the chance.“I’m not selling. Not now. Not ever. You and your corporate goons can take your shady money and build your stupid casino somewhere else. Not here. Not in this town.”Her voice was calm, but there was steel b
The alarm buzzed before the sun rose.Kaelani silenced it with a groan, rolling onto her side. The quiet felt thicker than usual, like the morning was holding its breath. She sat up slowly, swinging her legs over the edge of the bed, toes pressed against the cool floor.It had been two days since she returned the dress.Two days since she carried that box — the same one he left on her doorstep — back into the boutique and handed it over with finality.And oddly enough, she hadn’t seen him since.Maybe she expected him to show up — demand to know why she returned it, why she rejected his “gift.”Maybe…she even wondered if she was disappointed that he hadn’t.She scoffed softly at herself, shaking the thought away as she padded barefoot into the kitchen. She pressed the button on the coffee maker and leaned against the counter, arms folded.Maybe he finally understood.That his visits, his expensive gifts, his half-assed attempts to rewrite what he did —they weren’t welcome here.And
His mother’s breath caught, her eyes wide with quiet astonishment. Then, with a tender ache in her voice, she whispered, “Oh, Julian…”Her hand reached out, fingers brushing the collar of his shirt. “But wait, that means you’re marked.”Julian gently took her wrist and lowered it, shaking his head. “No.”She blinked, stunned. “I don’t understand. It would’ve been instinctual—for both of you. You should’ve been claimed. Bonded.”His jaw worked silently for a moment before he spoke. “I marked her,” he said softly. “But… she couldn’t mark me back.”She tilted her head, concern creasing her features. “Why not?”“Because she’s wolfless.”That word seemed to suck the air from the room.“What?” she breathed. “But… how could she be wolfless and still go into heat?”Julian ran a hand down his face, dragging frustration with it. “I don’t know, mother.” His voice dropped. “But I remember… she tried to mark me. She wanted to. The instinct was there — she just didn’t have a wolf to carry it out.”
Julian stood in front of the full-length mirror, silent as the tailor circled him, adjusting the jacket seams with careful precision.The room smelled faintly of pressed wool, starch, and his mother’s wine.She sat across from him on a velvet chair, one leg crossed over the other, a glass of red in her hand. “You look handsome,” she said lightly, though her eyes didn’t quite meet his in the mirror.He didn’t respond.Didn’t nod.Didn’t smile.He just stared at his reflection — at the man in the mirror dressed for a life that he was not ready to accept. The collar felt too high, too stiff. He tugged at it, his fingers slipping against the smooth lining.“Is it supposed to be this tight?” he asked, voice flat. “This suffocating?”The tailor didn’t look up. “It’s the same fit as all your other suits, Alpha.”Julian exhaled through his nose, muscles tightening.Of course it was.The door opened sharply behind them, and Elara strode into the room like a woman on a mission, a tablet clutche






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