LOGIN"He is under our protection now. No male wolf will ever put a hand on him again. I promise you on my blood." Johnson Whitmoor was left for dead. Brutally broken and mutilated with silver knives by the tyrannical Crimson Fang Pack at Bloodmoon Lake, the young male wolf lost his ability to shift and was forced into deep hiding. Desperate to escape the horrific ghosts of his past, his family fled the Midrealm Territories to seek sanctuary in the rugged Moonreach Coastlands. Bearing the jagged scars of a ruined omega on his face and walking with a permanent limp, Johnson’s only plan is to remain invisible, blend into the shadows of the local pack university, and survive. But hiding a fated scent from true apex predators is impossible. Enter the Dark Trio: Kade Fenrir, Zuberi Darkclaw, and Malakai Thornwolf. As the absolute ruling Alphas of the Western Alpha Syndicate, they command the Moon Docks, dictate the regional Trade Routes, and answer to no one. They are massive, dominant, and dangerous. The moment Johnson limps into their territory, his raw, damaged scent triggers an primal, chaotic obsession within their inner wolves. They don't just want to protect the gorgeous, broken male pup—they want to claim him. When old enemies resurface and dark pack secrets threaten to tear the syndicate apart, the Alphas launch a lethal Pack Truth Quest. They will stop at nothing to hunt down the rogues who hurt their mate, even if it means burning down the entire Shadow Howlers dominion. As raw mating heat sparks an intense, addictive physical bond, Johnson must learn to trust the heavy, possessive grip of three protective Alphas. Can they mend his shattered spirit-wolf, or will the vicious secrets of his past hunt him down first?
View More“Get the wolf-medic, now!” Corwin Blackmaw shouted, his hands shaking as he tried to keep me together my body broken, soaked in blood.
“Johnson! Oh, Moon, my beautiful boy!” The Whitmoor Elders rushed in, voices cracking with horror as they saw blood spreading over my white ceremonial tunic.
“I found him at Sacred Moonwater Lake,” Corwin gasped, chest heaving as he struggled for air. “Crimson Fang Pack yeah, them they hunted him like a rogue. They snapped his bones. Alpha circle law? Didn’t matter.”
“Take him from me,” my father roared, claws flashing as he scooped up my shattered frame. “Katy, grab the keys to the Midnight Fang Rover! We're taking him straight to Silvermoon Healing Lodge!”
“Is he still breathing?” Katy cried, panic widening her eyes as she stroked my cold, torn cheek. “Oh, my boy what did those animals do to you?”
“Just drive!” my father snarled, barely holding his wolf back. “Corwin, get in your truck and follow. This betrayal? The Alpha Circle will hear about it before sunrise.”
“He’ll never shift like before,” Niall Grimshaw said, face pale as he walked out of the lodge.
“What do you mean my son can’t shift?” My father’s fists clenched so hard I thought his claws might break. “He’s a Whitmoor wolf, proud and strong!”
“The injury is deep,” Niall mumbled, eyes on the floor. “His spirit-wolf, his body damaged beyond normal healing. And...the men who attacked him marked him. Smeared their scent to disgrace him. Used silver knives on his chest.”
“Who did this?” Corwin demanded, voice shaky. “Tell me which pack made my boy suffer.”
“The Moonrise Gathering boys,” Niall whispered. “But the Beta Commander washed the lakeshore with silver-nitrate. Every scent’s gone. No proof.”
“They ruined him,” Katy sobbed, leaning hard against the stone wall. “Called him weak, a freak; said he wasn’t worth an Alpha’s touch and now? They broke him.”
“We leave Wolfspring Hollow tonight,” my father said, his voice cold, ice in his veins. “We’re taking Johnson to Moonreach Coastlands. Deep woods. Nobody will know us nobody.”
Ten years pass. The Silver Fang Tavern is wild laughter, meat, wolf ale thick on the air.
“You look ready to kill, Johnson,” Kade Fenrir murmured, sliding his fingers down my neck. A bolt of mating energy burned straight through me.
“I always want blood when I see this pack territory,” I growled. My voice had grown rough, chest thick with muscle hiding old silver scars.
“Crimson Fang’s running trade routes through our docks tonight,” Kade said, his dark gaze hungry. He leaned in, smell of pine and blood curling around me. “You wanted a rogue hunt, right?”
“I want their blood,” I said, gripping the bar so hard it cracked. “Every male who stood at that lake ten years ago they deserve to feel hunted.”
“Let’s hit the Fenrir Shadow Den,” Kade whispered in my ear, teeth grazing. “Malakai Thornwolf is waiting. The mooncode seers found them.”
“You ready to see Corwin again?” Kade asked as we headed to the Midnight Fang Rover.
“He’s no friend,” I said, heart beating fast as night air hit my skin. “He saw them rip my tunic—he watched them treat me like a weak omega.”
“Tonight, we make him beg,” Kade growled, pushing me hard against the Rover, his body pinning mine. His mouth crashed onto mine rough, biting passion.
I froze. My mind blank, not sure what would happen next.
Pete’s jaw dropped and he began nodding his head like mad, but a savage, lethal glare from Talia’s eyes froze his muscles instantly. Corwin bit his bottom lip and violently tore his gaze away toward the lumber wall, looking completely stunned, as if my words had entirely shattered whatever dark plans they had mapped out for my building. Perfect.“Actually, Johnson, my design skills can easily handle both commercial projects at the exact same time,” Talia hurriedly explained, her voice rising with sudden desperation. “Plus, Malakai hasn't even called my den to specify—”“Hold your pack applause, everyone. The true star of the valley has finally arrived,” Zuberi announced loudly, his booming voice completely shattering whatever lie Talia was trying to spin. Yesterday, the Mooncode Seer had worn nothing but dark, intimidating black leathers, but today, his massive frame was completely clad in a bright pink wool tunic, save for his clean white running skins. “Talia! Your wolf explicitly s
Malakai’s trade post was cleanly divided into two massive sections: the interior home-decor yard and the heavy hardware lumber lot. I hadn't anticipated his physical space being just as massive as Kade's vault. The moment my boutique opened its doors next door, this entire commercial block would become our circle’s absolute territory.As I was tracking around the back storage racks, the sharp, distinct scent of Talia’s sweet flower-perfume suddenly hit my nose, followed immediately by the low, gravelly timbre of Corwin’s voice.They are hunting in this yard together?I followed the trail of her heavy perfume and found the pair huddled closely together near the 'Lumber and Building Materials' section of the hardware lot, their snouts practically pressed against a glowing crystal tablet resting on a high bar table. A chubby, soft-looking mid-ranker with wild brown hair and brass-framed spectacles, clad in a blue and maroon striped wool tunic and heavy tracking skins, was standing right
“Malakai is running late with his boards too,” I told him, my legs shaking slightly as I gingerly slid off the desk and walked toward the small stone washbasin. “I passed his trading post before riding here.”“No wonder the female is lurking around my counters,” Kade muttered, grabbing his communication stone and furiously striking a rune before throwing the door open. “Wait for me in the dark, alright? I’ll just herd her over to Malakai's gates.”I cleaned the sweat and seed from my thighs, fixed my tracking gear, patted my damp hair back into the warrior knot, and smoothed down my deer-skin tunic.When I stepped back into the main den, Kade was already leaning against the desk, calmly draining the horn of spiced tea I had brought him. He caught my eye and let out a wicked, sinful grin.The heat in his eyes made my entrance instantly twitch with fresh moisture. I wanted his beast to pin my chest against the wall and take me from behind right then and there. Gods, how I wished our cir
“You can back your brutish beast down, Moonhunter,” I snapped, stepping completely out of the feeding den while the timber door banged shut against my leather tote bag. I didn't care if the Beta Commander was roaring my name across the boards; his putrid scent line was already choking my throat, and I desperately needed the biting frost of the lane to clear my lungs.Before Zuberi had slipped out of my clearing into the dark last midnight, his thick, clawed fingers had pressed a cold, polished spirit tracking stone directly into my palm. It was identical to the ancient scrying ward Malakai had loaded into my kit earlier. The Mooncode Seer had growled a low command through our pack link, ordering me to plant the crystal deep inside the local council's favorite feeding den before the morning patrols began. I had figured the execution would set my inner wolf pacing with terror, but it turned out to be incredibly smooth. While I was sitting right on the high stool next to Rafe, my fingers
"You are too slow, Zuberi Darkclaw, my wolf is ready to tear this whole pack quarters apart if you do not find the scent trail," Kade Fenrir growled, his large body shifting restlessly on the wooden bench outside the sacred stone library."I told you the Wolfspring Hollow pack file is completely lo
"You need to drop this, Malakai Thornwolf," Beta Commander Tavon said, his thick fingers gripping a horn cup of wolf ale inside the private den of the Ravenwood Heights lodge."I am not dropping anything until I know who slashed Johnson Whitmoor," I growled, my claws scraping against the smooth sto
"Look at the new male wolves coming into our pack territory," Malakai Thornwolf muttered, shifting his massive weight as we stood by the great oak trees near the ancient hall. "Most of them will try to join your Alpha circle, Kade, but we only need to look for loyal fighters.""I am not looking for
"Move your heavy shoulders, Malakai Thornwolf, you are blocking my scent trail," Kade Fenrir growled directly behind my neck, his hot breath making the fur on my nape stand straight up.I kept my eyes glued to the front of the ancient lecture hall, my hands gripping my desk so hard my fingernails n












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