LOGINHe was supposed to be her forever. Instead, he rejected her before the entire pack. Sherry, the Alpha’s quiet daughter, has spent her life hiding in the shadows. But when her fated mate—Eric, her brother’s Beta—publicly rejects and humiliates her, she leaves the Blood Moon Pack with one promise: she will never be weak again. One year later, she returns stronger, breathtakingly beautiful, and impossible to ignore. The mate who rejected her wants a second chance, but another man has already set his sights on her. Alpha Jax, the ruthless leader of the rival Obsidian Claw Pack, is determined to claim her. Before Sherry can understand why she’s drawn to him, a second mysterious Alpha arrives, bringing secrets that could change everything she knows about fate. Now the woman once called weak stands between two powerful rival Alphas, while the man who broke her heart will do anything to win her back.
View MoreThe ReversalSHERRYWe returned to the outbuilding the following night.The first contact had given us the shape of the binding and a warning. It had not given us the practical steps. Eric believed a second petition, made with clearer questions and a stronger acceptance of the cost, might draw a more complete answer. I agreed to witness again under the same conditions as before: the rope, the circle, and the decision to pull him out at the first sign that the contact was taking more than it gave.He marked the chalk line, placed the metal piece at the center, and cut his palm. The blood met the etched mark. The air inside the circle densified the same way it had the first time. The outline gathered more slowly, as if the distance had increased or the remaining attachment had grown thinner.When the voice came, it was still rough and still distant.“You came back.”“I need the exact terms,” Eric said. “Not the shape. The method.”The outline held. For a moment I thought it would refus
His Father’s SpiritSHERRYThe idea of reaching the dead did not arrive as a sudden inspiration. It arrived as a practical problem with a limited set of tools.Eric brought the metal piece to the small records room the next morning and set it on the table between us. We had already established that prolonged contact intensified the symptoms. What we had not tested was whether the object could be used as more than a trigger.“Pack law allows formal petitions to the dead under two conditions,” he said. “The petitioner must have blood claim, and the petition must be witnessed by at least one senior officer who accepts the risk of residual attachment. The rites themselves are old. They are not performed often because the results are unreliable and the cost is not always limited to the petitioner.”I looked at the etched mark on the metal.“Does the object change the conditions?”“It may. If it is the anchor for the curse, then it is already a point of contact. Using it in a petition coul
Truth About The CurseSHERRYTwo days later Eric came to find me after the morning drills.He looked more settled than he had at the fence, though the settlement sat thin. He did not waste time on the smaller subjects.“I pulled the command chain,” he said. “The hold order on the recovery team originated from the Alpha’s office. The language was routine. The timing was not. It was issued within an hour of the last confirmed contact with the temporary post.”We walked the long path behind the sheds while he laid out the rest. The order had been logged under a general readiness code that required no individual signature beyond the office itself. In practice that meant Viktor’s father or someone acting with his authority. The paper trail stopped there.“It does not name a killer,” Eric said. “It names a decision to keep the recovery team away until the scene could no longer speak clearly.”I absorbed the detail without interrupting. The investigation had moved again. The personal weight
BrokenSHERRYEric did not go to the operational files.He walked past the administrative wing and kept going until the path narrowed behind the storage sheds. I followed at a distance far enough to give him space and close enough that he would not have to look for me if he stopped. He stopped near the same stretch of fence where we had stood after the first real conversation about the curse.For a while he said nothing. The afternoon had thinned into early evening. The light along the tree line was the flat kind that made distances harder to judge.“I keep trying to put the pieces in an order that still allows the ordinary version,” he said finally. “Border incident. Bad luck. A man who preferred the work to the title. Every time I line them up, the hold order and the clear weather and the reduced records push them out of place.”I stayed where I was.“I was twelve,” he said. “I asked the questions a twelve-year-old asks. Where is he. When is he coming back. After the rites, the que
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