Mag-log inDon’t get me wrong Alpha Corvin is fine.Like… if the sun and the moon had a very ill-advised one-night thing and produced a walking distraction kind of fine.Golden-brown skin that caught the light like it belonged there. Jet-black hair usually tied back, except when it fell loose in a way that felt intentional even when it wasn’t. Icy blue eyes that missed nothing. And his body, unfair. Built like someone who trained not to impress but because violence was a language he spoke fluently.Yes. I am very aware I have three absurdly attractive mates.I am also very aware that I am currently upset with them, half-betrayed, half-furious, and honestly… not even that angry that I got kidnapped again.At least it wasn’t Caius. Nor is it Selene or Liana.At least no one was screaming curse in my face.I could use a break from all of that.“Miss.”The voice pulls me from my thoughts.I turn from the window.The wolf standing just inside the doorway is young, barely over eight full moons. Too yo
My voice comes out cracked. “Where… are you taking me?” The reins tighten. The wolf in front glances back finally, eyes flicking over me with something like caution. “North road first. Then east.” That tells me everything. Away from my pack. Away from my mates. Away from anyone who might hear me scream. The bond is still there, I know it is. I can feel the absence like a missing limb. It aches. It pulls. It burns when I focus on it too hard. Draven, I try again, desperation bleeding through the thought. Nothing answers. My vision swims. The cart hits a rut and I gasp, chains biting deeper into my wrists. I look down then, really look, and my stomach drops. Iron cuffs etched with runes encircle my wrists and ankles, linked by thick chains bolted straight into the cart floor. Old magic. Not meant to kill. Meant to contain the “beast.” that I am But the presence beside the road is different. Not Caius. I would feel that bastard a mile away before I see him. A shadow falls
I howl—and the sound is swallowed whole by the chaos.Nothing answers it.No rally. No surge. No sudden shift in fortune.The war does not pause for declarations or destinies.It keeps coming.A horn blares from the south wall, sharp and frantic, cut short by a scream.Then another sound follows—wood splintering, stone cracking, iron screaming as it tears loose.“The south is breached!” someone yells. “They’re through—!”The words barely leave his mouth before bodies start pouring in.Not scouts. Not a small force.An army.They flood the field like a living tide wolves in unfamiliar colors, some already shifted, others changing as they run. Alphas. Betas. Even omegas driven forward with fear burning louder than loyalty.I feel it then.The fear.Not mine ours.It presses into my chest through the bond, raw and jagged. Wolves are dying too fast. Familiar scents wink out one by one like stars being crushed from the sky.Amelia grabs my shoulder again, blood slick on her hands. “Rain—li
I step out of the passage and the night hits me like a wall. Smoke. Blood. Heat. The battlefield stretches wide before the keep torches guttering, earth torn up by claws and boots, bodies already littering the ground. Wolves clash in every direction, shapes blurring as they shift mid-fight, metal ringing, bones snapping. The air hums with fear and fury so thick it tastes like iron. And then something changes. No one announces me. No voice cries my name. But a few heads turn. Not all at once. Not dramatically. It’s subtler than that like a pressure drop. Like the world inhaling. I feel it ripple outward from my chest. Luna. The word doesn’t sound in my head, but it settles into my bones all the same. I spot Amelia first. She’s knee deep into the chaos, hair loose, face streaked with blood that isn’t all hers. She fights like she always has—fast, precise, brutal when she needs to be. She breaks a wolf’s arm with a twist and a stomp, then shoves him aside and moves on without
I’m still trying to catch my breath when the first shout cuts through the walls.Not distant.Not ceremonial.Panicked.“South wall!”Draven’s head snaps up immediately. Not slow. Not confused. Instinctive. Like something inside him already knew.Another voice follows—louder this time. “They’re breaching the south gate!”“What’s happening?” I ask, my voice rough, my body still humming, still too warm, too sensitive to the world snapping back into place so fast.Draven is already moving. He’s on his feet, dragging on his trousers, all softness gone from his face like it was never there to begin with.Another shout. Closer this time.Daemon crosses the room to the window, shoving it open. Cold night air rushes in, carrying the smell of smoke. The room feels wrong all of a sudden. Too quiet compared to the noise spilling in from outside. Boots thunder down the corridor. Metal scrapes. Someone is shouting orders I can’t quite make out.Darius swears under his breath, sharp and ugly. “We
I let him guide me, my steps slow, unsteady “You know, I heard that sex is usually mind blowing after you have marked your mate, now you can communicate with us what you want without actually talking.” Daemon whispers in my ear. His hand is warm at my wrist, sure, possessive without being forceful. The bed was just within rich and I could feel the heat rising up to my face. “Are you sure you guys are okay with this?” I ask looking at my mates “You are ours and we are yours Rain, not even fate or the goddess herself can separate us now.” Darius says, while cycling me like a predator to prey. His words sends heats straight down to the warmth between my legs. This is happening! It is actually happening! Darius doesn’t touch me yet. He watches, eyes dark, unreadable, like he’s memorizing this moment as if the world might try to steal it later. When he finally speaks, his voice is low, steady. “This isn’t about taking,” he says. “It’s about submitting to what you feel in the m
The dining hall is warm and bright, loud with conversation and clattering dishes—until we walk in.Then everything goes silent.Every wolf in the room stiffens.Eyes cut toward us—toward me.Their nostrils flare almost instinctively, sensing the remnants of heat in my scent, sensing the imprint of
His groan vibrates against my skin, and when I look down, his mouth closes over me, and the look on his face is so full of lust and pleasure that the heat in my core intensifies.“Rain,” he murmurs in a low baritone. “You taste so fucking incredible. I love this.”Our eyes meet briefly, and the con
DRAVEN’s POVIt’s been days, two or three, I’ve lost count but again wasn’t here. She wasn’t up in her bedroom like usual. I smell her everywhere I turn. Rain’s scent — sweeter, richer, sharp with heat, still clings to the sheets in her room, clings to the hallway, clings to my damn skin like
Blood hits the air first.Hot. Metallic. Fresh.Daemon lunges before the first Silvermoon warrior even finishes shifting. He moves like a blade made of muscle and fury, his claws ripping straight through the wolf’s throat. The body drops, twitching once before going still.Another wolf leaps at me







