LOGINThey were raised to protect her. They never realized she was the one holding the pack together. Born of the Beta line, Lexara Veyne was trained to steady Alphas when instinct burned too hot and loyalty fractured under pressure. With a mind sharp enough to read power like strategy and a gift known as Resonance, she can calm rage, expose lies, and turn chaos into control. When cracks form in the ruling Alpha line, Lexara is pulled into the heart of pack politics—where strength is measured not just by dominance, but by restraint. Surrounded by overprotective brothers who believe they’re guarding her, Lexara navigates shifting alliances, forbidden attraction, and enemies who mistake her calm for weakness. But she doesn’t need to raise her voice to command attention. She doesn’t need to bare her fangs to win. As old laws begin to fail and the pack edges toward war, Lexara must decide how far she’s willing to go to protect what she’s built—especially when hatred turns to desire, and love itself becomes a dangerous variable. Because when a Beta’s flame is pushed too far… it doesn’t burn out. It burns through.
View MoreThe sun had just slipped below the tree line when they crested the final ridge. The wind quieted. No guards. No patrol scent markers. No formal challenge at the border. Only the subtle shift in resonance — like stepping from one song into another.Veyra and Aerin slowed at the top of the slope, the forest falling away below them into wide, open woods touched by light that didn’t seem to come from the sun. It was softer here — deeper greens, richer shadows, and that hum beneath the soil that made it feel like the trees themselves were listening.Ahead, near a natural stone arch wrapped in trailing ivy, a figure waited. Alone. No wolves flanked her. No weapons. No ceremonial garb. Just Luna Seraphine — standing barefoot in dark robes that swept the moss. Her silver-blonde hair was pulled into a long braid threaded with tiny bone charms and fragments of crystal, her arms bare, marked with old runes that shimmered faintly in the dusk.She smiled when she saw them. Not politely. Not polit
The wind changed before the border. Not suddenly. Not sharply. It shifted like a tide pulling back, slow and invisible, leaving only the scent of pine and something… quieter. Older. The air began to smell less like Blackridge and more like something waiting — moss-heavy stillness, deep cedar, the lingering hum of another Alpha’s resonance pressing gently along the edges of the land.Veyra slowed first. Her paws landed silently in the underbrush. No crunch of branch. No snap of twigs. And no imprints left in the earth behind her. It had always been that way. As if the land itself hesitated to hold her presence. As if her wolf — the fire-bright, storm-anchored soul of Lexara — didn’t belong to any single place long enough to leave a mark. She paused beside a narrow stream that coiled through the thinning trees, the water clear and fast, catching light like moving glass. Her reflection flickered in it for a heartbeat — burnished copper fur, silver along the spine glowing faintly where th
The gates of Blackridge were open. Not ceremoniously. Not for spectacle.Just... open.The guards at either side bowed low as Lexara approached, dressed in soft leathers and layered in scent: hearthsmoke from the Beta house, pine from the ridge, and still — faintly — the burn of Alaric.Eamon walked beside her, his expression unreadable. His body relaxed, but Lexara had known him too long to miss the signs of alertness beneath it. Shoulders subtly back. Ears turned toward every whisper. He didn’t ask if she was ready. That wasn’t his way.He just said: “Packs are reinforced. Double-strap spine rigs, quick-release knots. Stretch-fit threading for shift.”Lexara nodded once. “Tested them already?”“Last night.”“Thought you just went for air.”“I did,” he said. “While wearing a twenty-pound dummy rig and sprinting through the trees.”Lexara smirked. “So… normal for you.”Eamon didn’t answer. But the corner of his mouth lifted. Each of them carried a custom shift-pack — reinforced with e
The Beta house was still dim with early morning light when Lexara entered the kitchen. Her mother was already there. A pot of something warm simmered on the stove, and her mother’s hands moved slowly — not because she was tired, but because she was thinking. Deeply.Lexara paused in the doorway. Tried to pretend this wasn’t harder than facing down an Alpha. Tried to pretend her mother didn’t already know that.“You packed light,” her mother said without turning.Lexara exhaled a soft laugh. “Didn’t know how long I’d be staying.”Heather Veyne — their mother — stirred the pot once more before setting the spoon aside and wiping her hands. When she turned, her eyes were sharper than Lexara had braced for. Not angry. Not wet with tears. Just full of the kind of knowing that made you feel seen all the way to your bones.“Seraphine’s a wise wolf,” her mother said gently. “And she’ll treat you with the care you deserve.” A pause. Then she added: “But that Alaric… he’s a wildfire waiting to f
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