تسجيل الدخولMiracle 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.
عرض المزيدSharing 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
The mountain did not care about five years of unadulterated hatred.Within twenty minutes of the border skirmish and covering the dead guards with large leaves, the clouds split open into a torrential downpour that turned the steep trails of the northern ridge into churned rivers of mud. With the heavy downpour, Miracle found herself trapped three miles up the cliffside with a man who felt like a ghost walking around in a physical body.Every step up the ridge was a quiet war. Her wolf kept thrashing against her ribs, hyper-aware of the massive footprint he left in the mud ahead of her, hyper-aware of the heavy, rhythmic sound of his breathing. The storm whipped rain sideways into her face, but it wasn't enough to wash away the memory of his thumb against her wrist or the way his steel-gray eyes had pinned her to the earth down at the watch post."The valley path is washed out, Mimi," Talon said, stopping near the edge of the tree line and wiping a mix of rainwater and blood from his
The rain had turned the leaf-litter of the north face to crimson mud. Miracle didn’t care about the mud soaking through her tactical boots. She cared about the sharp, chemical stench of silver-laced smoke burning the back of her nostrils, and the high, wet whine of a Featherhead warrior dying fifty yards out.Two of her border guards lay still near the shattered wooden post of Watch Station Four, their throats opened clean. A third was on his back, gasping through a crushed windpipe, his throat pinned beneath the heavy tactical boot of a rogue shifter whose face was completely concealed by a matte-black ballistic mask. The intruder was shoving a heavy, iron-bound wooden cylinder into a leather satchel, ignoring the dying man beneath him.“Drop it!”Miracle’s command wasn’t just a voice. It was the raw, physical weight of an Alpha’s command, heavy enough to rattle the birch trees around them, vibrating through the wet soil until the leaves trembled.The masked rogue flinched, his shoul


















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