LOGINMiracle Maverick rules her pack with a sharp tongue, sharper claws, and zero tolerance for bullshit. She didn't claw her way to Alpha just to be derailed by her past. Especially not by him-the leather-wearing, sin-smirking, tattooed menace who just swaggered back into her life like he still had a claim. Talon Cross is a wildfire in wolf form. Reckless. Infuriating. Hot enough to burn. He walked out on her five years ago, and now? He's her new co-Alpha. As in, half her pack. Half her power. Half her bed if he has anything to say about it. Miracle swore she'd never fall for him again. She also swore she'd never let anyone see how badly she still wants him-how the scent of him alone makes her body betray her pride. But Talon didn't come back just to stir old embers. He came to stake his claim on the territory, and most dangerously... on her. When a rival pack draws blood and war brews at their borders, Miracle is forced to fight beside the one wolf who makes her lose control. Now Miracle has two choices: 1. Rip out his throat and bury the evidence. 2. Let the wolf who shattered her heart sink his teeth back in-body, soul, and everything in between. This time, she might not survive the bite.
View MoreThe slate cliffs at midnight were a graveyard of razor-sharp stone and freezing mountain fog. The First Trial was a sensory deprivation run, an ancient tradition designed to strip a warrior down to raw, unadulterated instinct. Miracle and Talon stood at the jagged edge of the eastern drop-off, the icy wind tearing at their tunics. Thick bands of black leather were tied tight over their eyes, and heavy hemp rope bound their wrists loosely in front of them. Three miles below lay the lower riverbed, marked only by the faint, metallic scent of fresh copper coins hidden beneath the freezing water. To make the run brutal, the elders had doused the treacherous terrain with blinding sensory distractions: pulverized garlic-root, smoldering silver-weed, and wet sulfur smoke that clung to the damp hollows. The bronze horn shattered the silence, and Miracle bolted. She didn't need her eyes. She knew the northern ridge by heart, counting her strides in the dark, her center of gravity low
Days later, the Great Hall was buzzing with an energy Miracle hadn’t felt since before the shadow wars.When she stepped into the courtyard that morning, her warriors weren’t just training—they were actively placing bets. Small circles of border guards and pack elders huddled near the armory, exchanging silver coins and pelt tokens. As Miracle walked past, they straightened instantly, looking as though they’d been caught leaking classified intelligence.Rowan was waiting right outside her office door, holding an official elder scroll stamped with the pack's red wax seal."Morning, Alpha," Rowan greeted, his expression a mix of sympathy and sheer amusement.Miracle narrowed her eyes, crossing her arms over her fitted leather tunic. "What is going on out here, Rowan? Why is my guard acting like we're hosting an arena fight?""Because in a way, you are," Rowan said, holding up the scroll. "The Council of Elders met at dawn. They're fed up with the territorial gridlock between you and Cro
Sharing an office in the Alpha suite was pure, concentrated torture.The oak desk in the center of the room was eight feet long, but it felt like two inches. Miracle slammed a thick stack of border patrol reports onto the dark wood, deliberately letting the hard corner graze Talon’s knuckles."Sign section four," she said, her tone clipped and icy. "And stop staring at me."Talon leaned back in his leather chair, his heavy combat boots stretched far under the desk until the toe of his boot brushed against her shin. He was twirling a heavy silver pen between his tattooed fingers, completely ignoring the mountain of logistics files sitting in front of him. His handwriting on the few forms he had signed was a jagged, messy scrawl that looked more like syndicate code than pack record-keeping."I'm not staring," he said smoothly, his eyes tracking the tight, defensive line of her shoulders. "I'm admiring the way your forehead crinkles when you're trying to figure out how to legally banish
Miracle fastened the last leather strap of her tactical gear, her fingers moving with tight, furious precision. Dawn had broken grey and cold, but the air inside the cabin was suffocatingly warm, thick with the scent of pine smoke and the sharp, undeniable undertone of cedar.Talon was sprawled across the wooden floor by the door, his massive frame completely blocking the exit. One heavy arm was thrown over his face, his black leather jacket pulled over his chest as a makeshift blanket. Even in sleep, he looked lethal, the dark ink crawling up his throat shifting with every ragged breath, his jaw dark with stubble.Miracle didn't bother waking him nicely. She stepped directly over his broad chest, her boot missing his ribs by a hair's breadth.Talon’s gray eyes snapped open instantly, pure predator instinct flaring before he even registered where he was. He caught the hem of her pants in a lightning-fast grip, his calloused fingers locking around her ankle."Leaving without saying goo






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