MasukSYNOPSIS In the Blackthorn Pack, Moana is a ghost. She is the daughter of a traitor, forced to scrub floors and eat scraps to pay for her father’s sins. She wants to be invisible. She doesn't want a mate. But the Blood Moon Ceremony has other plans. When the sacred bond snaps into place, the entire pack gasps. Moana is mated to Alpha Eldrick… the most ruthless, feared, and powerful wolf in the region. He is the man who killed her father, and the man who hates her most. Instead of claiming her, Eldrick does the unthinkable. In front of hundreds of wolves, he growls the words that shatter her soul: "I reject you." He leaves her broken and humiliated in the dirt. But the Moon Goddess does not make mistakes. When a new enemy rises and Eldrick’s life hangs in the balance, he realizes the "traitor’s daughter" is the only one who can save him. Can Moana forgive the man who publicly shamed her? Or will the broken bond destroy them both?
Lihat lebih banyakMoana’s POVThe autumn frost had begun to dust the high pines, turning the deep green canopy of Blackthorn Valley into a brilliant tapestry of crimson, amber, and gold.From the high battlements of the central keep, the morning air was crisp and biting, bringing the clear, sharp scent of woodsmoke from the valley floor below. Where empty snowfields had once stretched toward the horizon, a sprawling, fortified settlement now hummed with life. Smoke curled steadily from hundreds of stone chimneys, and the distant sound of axes, laughter, and children shouting echoed cleanly off the granite cliffs."You're out here early," Eldrick growled low, his deep voice cutting through the morning stillness.I didn't need to turn to know he was there. The shift in the air, the sudden spike of fierce, possessive heat through our soul link, and the heavy thrum of his Alpha presence always heralded his approach. He stepped up behind me, wrapping a thick, fleece-lined mantle over my shoulders before pul
Moana’s POVThe midsummer heat had finally settled over the high peaks, turning the sharp mountain winds into a soft, scented breeze that carried the smell of wild pine resin and baking hearth loaves.I sat on a wide carved bench beneath the great oak in the upper courtyard, adjusting the linen wrap that secured our son, Lorcan, against my chest. At four months old, his amber eyes were as sharp as his father’s, tracking every movement across the cobblestones with bright, unyielding curiosity."He's getting heavy," my father murmured, stepping into the shade of the branches and resting his silver pike against the stone well. He wore simple leather tunics now instead of war armor, his face weathered but entirely free of the old, phantom pain of the Assembly's brands. "He has the Blackthorn bone structure, Moana. Eldrick was broad at that age too.""I just hope he inherits your patience, Father," I said with a light laugh, gently tapping Lorcan's small nose as he reached a tiny fist towa
Moana’s POVThe morning sun hit the high courtyard in sheets of brilliant gold, melting the last stubborn drifts of mountain snow into the dark flagstones.Four weeks had passed since our son’s birth, but Blackthorn Keep hadn't quieted down, if anything, the fortress was more alive than it had ever been in its history. From the open windows of the lower council hall, the rich scents of roasting barley, sweet pine resin, and fresh leather drifted up to the terrace where Eldrick and I stood."He's asleep," I murmured, glancing down at the quiet bundle wrapped securely in wolf-fur against my chest."For now," Eldrick growled low, stepping behind me and resting his chin lightly atop my head. His broad, scarred hands wrapped around my waist, his thumb tracing the soft curve of my hip. Through our soul link, his Alpha aura hummed like a warm hearthfire, steady, unyielding, and completely at peace. "Give him twenty minutes. He has your appetite.""He has your temper," I countered, looking ba
Moana’s POVThe heavy oak doors of the great hall swung open, letting in the crisp morning breeze that carried the scent of pine needle, wild thyme, and damp earth.Across the threshold, three weary wolves stepped onto the polished cobblestones. Their clothes were tattered, their fur-lined cloaks caked in dried mud from the long trek across the eastern passes. A tall, graying man led them, his arm wrapped tightly around a frightened young girl who clutched a small, carved wooden wolf to her chest."State your names and your business in the North," Eldrick’s deep voice resonated through the timber hall. It wasn't an aggressive roar, but a calm, unquestioned Alpha command that made every conversation in the crowded room instantly hush.The graying wolf stepped forward, dropping to one knee on the flagstones. The two beside him followed immediately, bowing their heads in deep respect."I am Corin, former tracker of the High Assembly's southern garrisons," the man rasped, his eyes widenin
Eldrick’s POVThe wind at the southern gate tasted of iron, black powder, and impending doom.I stood on the icy timber catwalk above the heavy perimeter barricades, my bare skin completely numb to the biting frost, my hands slick with grease and cold sweat as I wrenched the rusty iron cover off th
Moana’s POVThe lower levels of the northern watchtower were abandoned, smelling of rust, old iron, and the cold draft that blew in from the mountain peaks.Kaelen held a small torch, the yellow flame casting long, dancing shadows against the rough stone walls as we descended a spiral staircase tha
Moana’s POVThe wind on the western ridge felt like ice water throwing itself against my face.I didn't run back to the hold. I couldn't. The very walls of the Nightclaw Hold felt like they were stained with the blood of the children Sela had spoken of. Every corridor I had cleaned, every floor I h
Moana’s POVThe stables of the Nightclaw Hold smelled of sweet cedar shavings, wet leather, and the heavy, calming scent of the draft horses used for the winter supply sleds.It was past midnight. The moon had cleared the eastern peaks, casting long, skeletal shadows through the high wooden slats o






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