LOGINTwo princes. One bond. A forbidden love that could shatter the pack. “I, Myron Rudrah, alpha prince of the Silvermist pack—” His jaw flexed, his chest heaving. For a heartbeat, I thought I’d hear the words that would break me. Then his lips pulled back in a feral snarl. “To hell with this.” And before I could even inhale, his mouth crashed onto mine. Nalini is just an ordinary omega, mistreated by her mistress, until she's given a scholarship into Silvermist academy where she's caught between two Alpha brothers Alpha prince Timothy is suspiciously nice to her and she wonders if it's because of their mate bond or if there's another reason. Alpha prince Myron despises her and bullies her but after finding out she's his mate, he refuses to let his brother have her. Bound by one mate, burned by another—Nalini’s choice could ignite a war.”
View MoreNalini The howl did not fade the way ordinary sounds do.It sank into the bones of the land and stayed there, vibrating beneath my feet like a second heartbeat. The pack outside had gone silent—no whispers, no shifting, no nervous laughter. Even the wind seemed to hesitate, unsure whether it was allowed to move.Myron was the first to react. He rose in one smooth motion, already half-shifted, claws flashing briefly before he forced them back. His instinct was raw, unfiltered—protect, fight, destroy whatever dared to reach for me.Timothy didn’t move at all. That was more unsettling. His stillness was the kind born of calculation, of a prince who had learned that panic killed faster than blades. But his eyes… his eyes were locked on me, searching my face as if the answers might be written there.“I didn’t call it,” I said hoarsely, before either of them could accuse me with silence. “I swear to you. I didn’t even know something like that existed.”“We know,” Timothy said quietly. “The
Nalini Leaving the council’s territory did not feel like freedom.It felt like the quiet before a storm decides where to strike.The forest thickened as Alpha Thane led me deeper into his lands, ancient trees closing around us like sentinels that had seen empires rise and rot. The air smelled different here—pine, damp earth, iron-rich stone. Power lived in this place, not loud or oppressive, but old and watchful.My father walked ahead of me in his wolfskin cloak, broad shoulders rigid, as if holding back words that had waited years to be spoken. The guards flanked us at a respectful distance. Not jailers. Not escorts. Witnesses.I wrapped my arms around myself, not from cold, but from the ache settling deep in my chest.The bonds were… restless.Myron’s presence flickered at the edge of my mind—angry, pacing, like a caged flame. Timothy felt farther away, but steady, his emotions carefully leashed, though I could sense the strain in him. Kael—Kael was different.There was no clear
Nalini The world does not end when a prophecy is revealed.That was the first lie I had believed.Instead, it keeps breathing. It keeps arguing. It keeps sharpening its knives.The council chamber was louder than I’d ever heard it—voices crashing into one another, elders standing, others pacing, some outright shouting as if volume could undo what the Moon Goddess herself had spoken. I sat very still between Myron and Timothy, my body aching in places I didn’t yet understand, my wolf curled tight inside me like she was bracing for impact.Kael stood a few steps away, unmoving. He didn’t argue. He didn’t bow. He didn’t look impressed or afraid. He watched the room like a man who had already survived worse than this.I envied him.“This is unprecedented,” one councilor snapped, slamming his palm against the stone table. “A tri-bond violates every ancestral statute—”“Your statutes,” another elder cut in bitterly, “were written after the last great fracture. Perhaps this is how it heals.
Nalini The silence after my words was not empty. It was listening.I felt it first through my feet—an answering pulse beneath the stone circle, like a heartbeat waking from a long sleep. The sigils carved into the ground brightened, lines of silver-blue light crawling outward, ignoring the council’s careful boundaries. Someone shouted. Someone else swore under their breath. The elder who had spoken to me took an unconscious step back.Good.For once, they were reacting to me.“You overstep,” another councilor snapped, his voice sharp with panic poorly disguised as authority. “This is sacred ground.”“So am I,” I replied, surprised by how steady my voice sounded. “Or didn’t the Goddess make that clear enough?”Myron moved closer, not touching me, but near enough that the heat of him steadied my racing pulse. Timothy mirrored him on my other side, jaw tight, eyes burning. And then there was the third pull—subtle but insistent—threading through my spine like a hum just below hearing.Th






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