LOGIN“Do you know what it cost me to stay away for five years, my Coral?” Clyde’s breaths fan against my cheek as his hand slides under my jaw, tilting my face up until I’m forced to meet his eyes. "W-what are you doing?" I whisper, heart hammering against my ribs. "It's nothing more than a temporary solution, as per the contract-" “To hell with the contract.” His scent of rain fills my senses. He drags his nose along the line of my throat, stubble grazing my skin. “I’m helping you because I’ve spent every night since that garden, imagining you exactly where you are now... breathless, trembling, and finally mine.” *** Coralina Jasper gave five years of her life to the Silver Azure Pack, building an empire for the man she loved. But to Alpha Maximus, she was just a placeholder for his dying "true love", Brielle Montrela. When Maximus shoves a pregnant Coralina into a freezing pool to save Brielle from a minor splash, Coralina loses everything: including her unborn son. While she lies in a hospital bed undergoing induced labor alone, Maximus is busy pampering Brielle and planning her birthday. Empty-handed and broken-hearted, Coralina realizes her marriage was a lie. She asks Maximus to reject her, but he laughs at her. Because Alpha Maximus thinks she’s a weak omega with nowhere to go, whom he can easily starve into submission. He doesn't even know how wrong he is! After Coralina finds herself penniless and hunted by her own pack's laws, she crosses the border into the territory of the "Shadow Alpha". The one man who can dismantle Maximus’s world: Alpha Clyde Everest. Coralina was just looking for a place to hide... But deep in the shadows of enemy territory, she finds herself again.
View MoreCORALINA'S POV The roaring of the Southern vanguard does not fade so much as it sinks into the stone, becoming a permanent, low-frequency tremor beneath my feet. I stand at the edge of the obsidian pit, the cold wind whipping the tattered silk of my ruined gown against my bare thighs. Before me, the twelve Elders of the High Council remain with their foreheads inclined toward the ash, their white-and-gold robes trailing in the soot like molted skin. Diana is a broken, silent heap at the base of the Voron pillar, her hands trembling where they rest against the black volcanic rock. They are waiting for a gesture. A sign of mercy. A traditional blessing from the newly crowned Grand Luna to seal the transition of power. Instead, I feel Clyde’s broad, calloused hand slide down from my shoulder, his fingers tracing a burning line along the curve of my waist before hooking into the tattered fabric at my hip. He pulls me back against his chest, his torso a solid wall of furnace-heat that
CORALINA'S POV The smell of cold ash and charred pine needles follows us all the way down the mountain. The sun is fully up now, a bright, blinding disk that bleeds through the mist without bringing any real warmth to the stone stairs. I walk a half-step ahead of Clyde, my bare feet unbothered by the sharp shale. The tattered rags of my white gown are still tied around my hips, but I do not feel exposed. The thick, dark weight of Clyde’s shadow-energy wraps around my shoulders like a living cloak, shielding my skin from the biting wind. Every time my palm brushes the side of my thigh, I see the faint grey smears of charcoal on my skin. The mark of the Stag. The price of the crown. Behind us, the forest is quiet, but as we reach the lower ridge overlooking the Council’s main camp, the scent of the pack hits my nostrils—a dense, suffocating wave of fear, old blood, and a desperate, shifting allegiance. They know I am coming. They can feel the frequency of the High Priestess descend
CORALINA'S POVThe morning light that filters through the dense canopy of the pines is thin, sharp, and cold. It shatters the private darkness of our clearing, turning the heavy, lingering mist into a pale shroud of silver and grey. I don't move. I lie on the bed of damp moss, listening to the synchronized rhythm of the forest waking up around us. Behind me, Clyde is a mountain of solid, immovable heat. His chest rises and falls against my shoulder blades, his breath a slow, rhythmic current that stirs the silver strands of my unraveled hair. His long, scarred arm remains locked across my waist like an iron bolt, his heavy fingers splayed over my stomach, pressing me so close to his body that there isn't a single inch of air between us. The mark on my neck has finally stopped its frantic, violent throbbing. It hums now—a deep, low-frequency vibration of molten lavender that runs straight down into my core, echoing the golden, shadow-soaked pulse of his own blood. We are whole. The
CORALINA'S POV The volcanic ash feels like cold velvet beneath my bare feet as I step out of the center of the pit.The silence of the High Council is absolute, a heavy, suffocating weight that hangs over the amphitheater like the smoke from the twelve dying bonfires. Diana is still on her knees, her high-born forehead pressed against the soot-stained rock, her shoulders shaking with the silent, ragged sobs of a broken pureblood. Further away, Brielle is being dragged into the shadows by two tight-lipped acolytes, her unconscious human form leaving a dark, smeary trail of crimson across the volcanic stone.None of the Elders move. Hakan remains standing, his iron-ringed staff lowered to the ground in a gesture of permanent capitulation, his sightless grey eyes fixed on the empty air right above my head. They are waiting for me to speak. They are waiting for the newly crowned Grand Luna to issue her first decree, to claim the basalt pillars of the North in the name of the Southern Fir
CORALINA'S POV .The silk sheets of the master suite feel like a shroud. I stare at the intricate molding of the ceiling, my heart hammering a frantic, uneven rhythm against my ribs. It is barely dawn, the grey light of a Delhi morning bleeding through the heavy velvet curtains, but the restlessnes
CORALINA'S POV Alpha Clyde stood on the podium, a monolith of silver and shadow, looking down at his nephew with a cold amusement. He smirked, the expression sharp enough to draw blood. "You have been overloading your small brain because of this, haven't you, Maximus?" He rumbled; his voice
CORALINA'S POV The harsh morning light cuts through the heavy velvet curtains of the Nightshade manor, stinging my eyes as I reach for my phone. My head feels like it’s filled with wet wool, a lingering fog from the sedative I had taken last night. I blink, trying to clear the haze, when my thum
AUTHOR'S POV The old Master chuckled dryly, misinterpreting Coralina's silence as the shyness of a new bride. "He really likes you, doesn't he?" he asked, his voice rough with age. "To propose so fast, to keep you hidden until now…" Coralina felt a flicker of guilt, but she swallowed it. She kn






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