Nicola, a shy and bullied Omega, has always been the outcast of the Crescent Moon Pack. At school, she fades into the background, enduring the jeers of her peers. But on the night of her 18th birthday, everything changes when she catches the attention of the Blackstone triplets—powerful Alphas destined to lead the pack. When they call her "mate," the fiery bond between them sparks a passion she can’t deny. But with a rival pack threatening war and secrets about Nicola’s true nature coming to light, her quiet life spirals into chaos. Can an Omega prove she belongs at the heart of the pack and in the arms of three Alphas? A steamy YA shifter romance where love, danger and destiny collide.
View MoreNicola’s breath came fast and uneven as she staggered to her feet. The ground beneath her was rough, uneven stone, cold enough that it sent a sharp chill up her spine. The air here was different - dense, thick with something she couldn’t name. It pressed against her skin like an unseen force, tingling at the edges of her senses.Her pulse pounded as she turned on Elias, anger and confusion swirling together in a volatile mix.“You took me,” she hissed. “Without warning. Without my consent.”Elias met her fury with unwavering calm, his hands clasped behind his back. “Because you wouldn’t have come willingly.”Nicola clenched her fists. “Damn right I wouldn’t have.”She took a step toward him, rage crackling in her veins like live electricity. “You severed my bond with them.” The words tasted bitter on her tongue, fear laced beneath the anger. “Do you have any idea what you’ve just done?”Elias tilted his head slightly, studying her like she was a puzzle he had already solved. “It is no
Nicola's POV Nicola’s pulse was still hammering in her ears, her breath uneven as Elias’ words settled over her like a suffocating weight.To the place where you were born.The implications clawed at the edges of her mind, demanding attention she wasn’t ready to give. She had never known her true birthplace.“You’re wrong,” she muttered, shaking her head. “I was raised in the Pack. I was made there, in the Order ground .”Elias exhaled slowly, his ancient eyes watching her with quiet patience. “You were forged there, child, but you were not born there.”A chill ran down her spine, despite the warmth of the night.Elias took a step closer, his presence a looming force even in stillness. “You feel it, don’t you?” His voice was softer now, less of a command and more of an invitation. “Something is calling to you.”Nicola clenched her jaw. He wasn’t wrong.Ever since the talk of the ritual had begun, she had felt it - that gnawing pull in her gut, a whisper in the depths of her mind that
The golden morning light filtered through the curtains, casting a warm glow across the suite. Nicola stirred, the weight of exhaustion still heavy in her limbs. She wasn’t sure what time it was, but she knew she had barely gotten any sleep. Not because of the triplets - though last night had been nothing short of unforgettable - but because her mind refused to settle.Even as she lay tangled between their warm bodies, the reality of what lay ahead pressed into her like a vice.The blood magic ritual.The impossible odds stacked against her.The prophecy that whispered of a destiny she still didn’t fully understand.Nicola inhaled deeply, trying to ground herself. Dean’s arms tightened around her instinctively in his sleep, while Dylan’s breath was slow and steady against the crook of her neck. Damien, always the lightest sleeper, shifted slightly beside her, his fingers brushing against her hip before stilling.For a moment, she let herself stay there, surrounded by them, by their war
Nicola’s breath was still coming in uneven gasps, her skin burning from their touch, but her body wasn’t nearly satisfied. Not yet. The air between them was thick, charged, and her pulse thrummed with anticipation as she lay beneath them, completely bare, completely theirs.Dean’s golden eyes locked onto hers, molten and possessive. He traced a single finger down her spine, his touch featherlight, yet it sent shivers cascading through her body.“You’re trembling,” he murmured, his voice a mixture of control and dark promise. “Is it from pleasure… or from the thought of what we’re going to do to you next?”Nicola swallowed hard, but she didn’t look away. “Maybe both.”A slow, wicked smile curved his lips. “Good answer.”Dylan leaned in, his hands gripping her thighs as he dragged her back toward him with delicious ease. His strength, his control - it always left her breathless. He pressed a heated kiss just above her knee, his lips lingering as he murmured against her skin, “Then let’s
Nicola sat on the balcony of their suite, staring up at the full moon, her mind heavy with the revelation of what lay ahead. The weight of the coming ritual pressed against her chest, but she refused to let it suffocate her.She barely flinched when the door behind her opened."Alright, enough brooding," Dean announced, stepping out onto the balcony.She turned her head slightly, raising an eyebrow. "I’m not brooding."Damien snorted. "You have your ‘I’m-about-to-get-sacrificed’ face on."Dylan leaned against the railing beside her. "Time for a reset, Nic."Nicola huffed. "And how do you suggest I ‘reset’ when I have literal darkness inside me trying to claw its way out?"Dean grinned. "You run."She blinked. "Run?""Shift," Damien clarified. "Run with us. Let your wolf take over for a while."Dylan nudged her with his shoulder. "Clear your head. Feel free again."A part of her resisted - how could she just let go when so much was at stake? But… another part of her ached for it.To be
The scent of antiseptic and herbs hung thick in the air as Nicola stepped into the pack infirmary the next morning. The soft morning light filtered through the windows, casting long shadows across the white walls. It was a stark contrast to the smoldering ruins they had left behind just hours ago.She had barely slept. None of them had a good rest.The triplets flanked her as she moved toward the bed where the surviving Order member lay. He had been unconscious most of the time since they pulled him from the rubble, his body weak from the collapse and blood loss.Now, though, his eyes were open.Sunken, wary, but aware.Nicola’s stomach tightened. They needed answers. And they needed them now.The healer stood beside the bed, adjusting the man’s bandages. “He’s stable,” she informed them. “But he’s weak. Don’t push him too hard.”Nicola gave a stiff nod. “We don’t have time to wait.”The healer exhaled but didn’t argue, stepping back to let them speak.The man’s gaze flickered to Nico
The man’s body went limp in Dylan’s grip, his head slumping forward as unconsciousness claimed him.Nicola cursed under her breath. They had barely managed to pull him from the rubble, woke up, and now he was fading fast. His breathing was shallow, his skin pallid beneath the streaks of dirt and blood. If he had any useful information, they were running out of time to get it from him.“We can’t leave him here,” Dean said, already shifting to support more of the man’s weight.Dylan scowled but nodded. “Yeah. But dragging a half-dead Order member into the pack grounds isn’t exactly a great look.”Damien gave a humorless chuckle. “Since when have we cared about what looks good?”Nicola ignored them, her mind racing. If the Order really had a way to sever the tether, then this man might be their only chance at finding out how exactly do this.“We take him to the infirmary,” she said firmly. “If he wakes up, he talks. If he doesn’t…” She exhaled sharply. “We figure something else out.”Dea
The wind howled through the ruins of the Order’s stronghold, carrying with it the acrid scent of burned stone, ash, and old magic. The fortress that had once stood as an unshakable pillar of power and secrecy now lay in shattered remnants around them.Nicola tightened her grip on the relic in her hands - a cold, jagged stone inscribed with symbols she could barely comprehend. It was heavier than it looked, as if something unseen weighed it down.Something ancient.Something alive.Dean, Dylan, and Damien stood nearby, their faces reflecting the same grim realization. This wasn’t just another artifact. This was something far more dangerous.The triplets had seen their fair share of powerful objects, but this one… this one had a presence.Nicola exhaled slowly, her breath visible in the cold night air. "We need to know what this really is."Dean frowned. "I thought that’s what we were here for."Nicola turned to where the survivor from the Order lay, barely breathing. "Not guesses. Not
Nicola barely had time to react before the world fractured around her.Darkness surged at the edges of her vision, swallowing the ruins in a rush of cold air and silence so absolute it felt like the breath had been stolen from her lungs.For a single, stretched-out moment, everything ceased to exist.Then - the world snapped back into place.Nicola staggered, her vision swimming as the ground steadied beneath her feet. The box was still clutched in her hands, the relic’s presence humming beneath her fingertips like a trapped heartbeat. But the chamber…It was different.Gone was the ruin and destruction. The walls no longer bore the weight of time and war. Instead, they were pristine - smooth black stone stretching high, lined with intricate silver inlays forming twisting, serpentine patterns.It was the stronghold.Whole. Intact.And she wasn’t alone.A figure stood ahead, at the far end of the chamber.Tall. Cloaked in deep blue robes embroidered with gold. Their presence was heavy,
The clock on the classroom wall ticked loudly, its sound amplified by the suffocating silence. Nicola James sat in the back corner, her chair slightly askew to keep her distance from the other students. Not that anyone wanted to be close to her. The fluorescent lights overhead buzzed faintly, flickering every now and then, but no one else seemed to notice. Crescent Moon High was old, the kind of school where the lockers stuck, the cafeteria food tasted like cardboard, and the faint smell of mildew lingered no matter how many times they cleaned.Nicola glanced at the clock again. Two minutes until the bell. Two minutes until she could blend into the crowd, slip through the hallways unnoticed, and finally escape the judgmental stares that followed her everywhere. Two minutes until she could retreat into the safety of her own mind.The teacher’s voice droned on, his monotone explanation of algebra formulas fading into the background. Nicola’s gaze drifted to the window. The late autumn s...
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