LOGINBook One in the Fate Bound Trilogy Born under a prophecy and raised in a nightmare, Zahra has spent her life starved, isolated, and hated as the unwanted daughter of a pack Beta. When her father finally snaps and attacks her, her body breaks, but something buried deep inside her finally awakens. Her wolf. Pushed to the edge of death, Zahra’s first shift is violent, conscious, and fuelled by pure survival. And when white fur surfaces, the truth becomes impossible to hide. She is no ordinary wolf. Chosen by the Moon Goddess and tied to a forgotten prophecy, Zahra is suddenly thrust into a future she never asked for, one filled with power, danger, and people who see her as something far more than she’s ready to be. For the first time in her life, she’s surrounded by friendship, loyalty, and the kind of male attention she has no idea how to trust. As feelings begin to form and bonds start to take shape, Zahra quickly realises nothing about these connections is simple. What draws her to them may be drawing them to each other as well. But Zahra has never belonged to anyone. Bruised, furious, and desperate for freedom, she refuses to become a pawn of fate, no matter how tightly it tries to claim her. Because destiny isn’t given. It’s taken in blood and battle. Zahra’s story is for anyone who’s ever been overlooked and dared to rise anyway.
View MoreMax's POVThe next morning, after another sleepless night, I follow my dad into the main meeting room. The air smells like coffee and grief. King James sits at the head of the table. Beta Nicholas to his right. Tobias and Aiden beside him. Lucas, Xander, and Zach opposite. A councilman I do not recognise flips through a leather folder. A house maid sets coffee pots and plates of biscuits in the centre and retreats from the room.everyone nods in acknowledgment of our arrival, but No one speaks. I pour myself a cup of coffee and settle into my chair to wait.Andrew arrives a few minutes later. He looks hollowed out. it's clear, he's not slept, over the last four days He looks like he's lost weight and He moves like his bones ache. I have heard the stories. When a wolf loses a mate, sometimes the wolf dies of grief. Sometimes the human goes with them. Sometimes what remains is a shell. It is too early to know which road Andrew is on, but dad said Aether is silent. If the silence holds fo
Max's POVTobias pats my shoulder. "Come on, man. Let’s head outside. The others will be here soon."I tip back the rest of the beer, feel it hit an empty stomach, and stand. In the bedroom I shrug into my suit jacket. It is tight across the chest but it holds. Tobias clocks it and smirks. I huff a laugh. First one in days. It feels strange in my throat.Outside, people stream from the packhouse to the woods along a lantern‑lit path. I keep my head down and my hands in my pockets. The clearing is already thick with smell of smoke from the last two days. Four pyres stand in the centre: Seb. Luna Anne. Zoe. Rebecca. The pack forms a ring at the edge of the trees, lining up back into the cover of the trees as the numbers swell, bodies pressed close.Tobias and I move to the front where a small platform has been raised. Andrew is there. Dad has an arm around his back, holding him upright. Lucas takes the other side as we reach them. I tense when I see Lucas because I know who will be right
Max's POVThe packhouse feels hollow. Black ribbons hang from banisters. Voices stay low, as if volume might break something that is already cracked. We lost nearly two hundred. Everyone here can name at least one of them.I take a coffee and a muffin from the dining hall because that is what a functioning person does. The coffee tastes burnt. The muffin turns to paste after two bites. I toss the rest and climb to my father’s old office. It is mine now, apparently. The title sits in the room like an unwelcome guest.I work because work is something I can control. Eli’s rotation notes. Ralph’s border reports. I sign where I have to and flag what I cannot decide yet. My phone buzzes beside my elbow.Tobias: I will not ask how you are. I am sure the answer is o
Max's POVI stare at the ceiling while daylight crawls across it, thin and grey. Another night with no sleep. My head is a hive and I am the only thing it stings.I have not slept since my best friend was murdered in front of me. Since I was not where I should have been. My Alpha. I let him down. I was busy watching Xander's back, worrying about his cousin, instead of standing where Sebastian needed me. Now our pack has no future, and that sits in my chest like broken glass.My stomach rolls again. I swallow against bile and breathe through it until the nausea backs off. The last three days I have thrown up more than I have in ten years. Every time I replay the fight, or my thoughts drift to Xander, every time I reach the same point where I chose the wrong alpha to flank, my gut empties. Coward’s body. I grit my teeth until my jaw aches.Yesterday’s meeting will not stop playing in my mind. Alpha Lucas at the head of the table, face drawn, voice steady like a blade laid flat.“Max. Hu
Xander's POVMy vision blurs. The air splits with two howls, a long, broken, mournful note. One after the other, blending together, a harmony of misery.Seb, and Uncle Drew.The sound chills me to the marrow. Its the kind of agony that isn’t just heard, it’s felt. Every wolf freezes for half a hear
Xander's POVZach’s voice is tight, even through the link.‘I’m on my way, I’m in the pack house!’ I yell back through the link.Max and I barely make it through the back doors before we shift, Medus and Atlas hitting the ground in sync. The scene before us makes my blood run cold.Carnage. Pure fu
Xander's POV 🌶️The buzzing of a phone drags me out of the fog of sleep, and I blink groggily, my body still pressed tightly against Max. My chest moulds to his back, his skin warm and smooth under my arm. His slow, rhythmic breathing tells me he’s still deep in sleep, blissfully unaware. I glance
Xander's POVI resist the urge to deal with my frustration in the shower, deciding instead to hold out for the real thing later with Max. I wash quickly, head into the wardrobe, and pull-on black shorts and a t-shirt.






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