LOGINWhen the moon is your rival, what's next? Shawn Monteal is everything the packs fear. A billionaire, Alpha, and a wolf who long ago abandoned mercy. He believes fate is a lie and love, a weakness. When a human woman witnesses his shift, he makes a ruthless choice, to turn her, control the damage, erase the mistake. Eva Roderigo survives the transformation when she shouldn’t. Worse of all, her wolf answers Shawn's. The bond between them is wrong. Dangerous. And when ancient laws demand Eva choose another mate for balance and peace, she does. Shawn honors her choice. The world does not. As rival Alphas close in and the Moon Goddess tightens her grip, Eva learns the truth. Shawn was never unstable, he was restrained. And loving him doesn’t make him better. It makes him unstoppable. When Eva breaks the Rite itself, defying gods, fate, and law, Shawn kneels once, and only once. Not to destiny. To her. A dark paranormal romance featuring a morally grey Alpha, a heroine who doesn’t tame the monster, and a bond chosen in blood and defiance.
View MoreEvaThe wooden sticks crack against each other in rapid succession, the impact vibrating up my arms.“Again,” Alice commands, her voice sharp and steady. “Keep your elbows in. Don’t telegraph the swing.”It's probably a good thing she'd given me a whole day to rest. I adjust my grip, sweat already slicking my palms, and lunge forward. Our makeshift training daggers meet with a loud thwack, and I'm genuinely surprised there's no crack on either of them. I wonder what they're made of. Pivoting just like she had taught me, I try to hook her weapon away, but she twists at the last second and sends my stick flying from my hand. It clatters against the far wall.“Better,” she says, though her tone doesn’t soften. “Again. Faster this time. Your wolf’s strength means nothing if your form is sloppy.”I retrieve the stick, breathing hard. My muscles burn, but there’s something satisfying in the repetition, in pushing myself under her relentless instruction. We fall back
Shawn I stride into Velcar’s hall with my men flanking me like at both sides, their boots echoing off the cold stone floors. The air smells of old wood as it always does, incense, and something else – secrets maybe, or just the residue of whatever foul magic he’s been dabbling in lately. Velcar stands at the far end, tall and imposing as ever, his shoulders squared like he owns the damn wind itself. Even from this distance, the slight shift of his eyes away from mine tells me everything I need to know. His posture is still daunting, yet he is every bit the coward I remember.“Shawn,” he drawls, spreading his arms in a mockery of welcome. “You’ve finally graced my humble abode. I’ve been expecting you.”I stop a few paces away, still studying him. My wolf stirs beneath my skin, restless. Expecting us? Interesting. Who whispered in your ear this time, Velcar? Ophelia? My hands ball into a fist, that I easily let go of. Not my current issue. “How did you kno
Eva The night is darker than I remember, or maybe I had simply never paid enough attention before. The path that leads from Ophelia's place is almost empty now, the usual quiet replaced by distant, haunting howls that rise and fall as if in union, but at the same time scattered. I haven’t noticed them this much either, until tonight. Probably because I have spent most of my time locked away inside the mansion, and the few times I had stepped out, it had always been during the day—never when the wolves come alive under the moon.The drive back from Ophelia's shrine is too quiet. The only interruptions being the occasional gentle squeezes Shawn gives my hand whenever he senses my thoughts drifting too far. I keep replaying Ophelia’s words in my head, turning them over like fragile glass, afraid they might shatter if I examine them too closely.“The howls,” I say suddenly, breaking the silence… and my thoughts. “I’ve never noticed them before.”“Yes. That’s bec
ShawnWe arrive at Ophelia's domain, Eva’s hand tucked firmly in mine, the cool evening air carrying the sharp tang of burning sage, damp stone and old incense that clings stubbornly to the back of my throat. I can almost taste it. The main shrine looms around us, all towering carved pillars and the flickering silver moonlight filtering through narrow slits high above, casting long, eerie shadows that dance across the cold floors. It feels sacred, distant, and unwelcoming, like always, and I'm forced to recall my childhood days, being at this place, although a lot has changed infrastructurally-wise, the vibe of the place still remains intact. Ophelia emerges from a side passage, her midnight blue robes lightly caressing the ground. Her eyes widen the moment she sees us, eyebrows shooting up in genuine surprise. No one had sent word ahead. Intentionally.“Alpha Shawn,” she says, voice smooth but edged with the surprise her face failed to hide. “And… Eva. I
Shawn“Alice!” I call out, my voice cutting through the quiet rustle of the garden leaves as I step out from behind the row of trimmed hedges.She pauses in front of the mansion, one hand still on the heavy oak door she’d just pulled shut behind her. For a second she looks exa
ShawnThe heavy quietness in the lounge is the kind that settles over the penthouse once it starts to get dark. I lie back in the wide leather chair, one leg draped lazily over the other, a glass of whiskey balanced between my fingers. The amber liquid catches the low light as
Shawn “Your hybrid is in heat,” Alice says, her voice breaking into what was once a peaceful silence.“I know.” I reply, punching away on my keyboard, grateful for the computer that served as a block. From here, I can't completely see her, unless I recline on my seat. Too bad
ShawnThe silence had been maddening. Inside the limo, she didn't breathe a word to me. After the heated stare we had exchanged, she looked through the window for the rest of the journey. Now at Apex Models, she silently but gracefully walks behind me, as we're being led to






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