Serena is a powerful, rebellious she-wolf with a hidden bloodline from the moonlight pack. Betrayed, rejected, and cast out by her own family and pack, she is forced into a new dangerous territory. Where she is unintentionally a mate to the coldest and most ruthless Alpha of the Black Ash Pack, An Alpha who is hell bent on breaking her walls and taming her wild spirit. But Serena is no weak wolf. She is a fighter with a mysterious past and a deadly secret that could destroy everything. Will Serena accept her fate as the Alpha’s mate or will she defy the bond and bring the entire pack to its knees?
View MoreThe night was long and cruel.
Cold wind whipped through the towering pines, lashing my skin like punishment from the Moon Goddess herself. Leaves crunched beneath my bare feet—damp with mud and blood. Behind me, wolves howled. Not in sorrow. In warning. I wasn’t one of them anymore. I kept running. My lungs burned, legs shaking, but my wolf screamed for survival. Every breath carried fear, fury, and betrayal. “By the Alpha’s decree, you are hereby banished for treason.” The words cut deeper than the thorns scraping my legs. My brother’s voice had been cold. Formal. He hadn’t stuttered. Hadn’t flinched. Hadn’t even looked me in the eyes. He stood beside my sister while the warriors dragged me from the packhouse like a stray mutt. My parents’ bodies weren’t even cold. And they blamed me for their murder. A crime I didn’t commit. A growl rumbled in my throat. My wolf paced beneath the surface—restless, enraged. They had taken everything. My name. My honor. My future. But they couldn’t take my fire. I would not be broken. This was never a home to me. Thunder cracked. The scent of rain thickened. The forest pressed in tighter. I had never run this far beyond the border, but exile didn’t leave me much of a choice. I kept going—not for anyone else, but for me. For my wolf. For the sliver of hope I still clung to. I ran until my body gave out, collapsing against a tree trunk. My chest heaved. My breath came in jagged pulls. And then I smelled it. Smoke. Pine. Dominance. Power rippled in the air like a warning. My wolf froze. This wasn’t rogue territory. I’d crossed into a pack’s land. Not just any pack—an Alpha’s domain. Panic surged, but it was too late. He was already there. He stepped from the shadows like the forest itself had parted for him. Massive. Shirtless. Storm-wet muscles gleaming under the moonlight. His black pants clung to powerful legs. Strands of dark hair fell over his forehead. But it was his eyes that locked me in place—cold, grey, unreadable. A predator. And I was prey. I felt it snap in my chest—the bond. Unmistakable. Unforgiving. Mate. No. Goddess, no. His gaze narrowed. “You crossed into my territory, little wolf.” His voice was low. Smooth. Deadly. I straightened, even as my knees threatened to buckle. “Then kill me,” I rasped. “Make it fast.” He didn’t blink. “Why would I kill what belongs to me?” The words hit like a slap. Not a question. A claim. “I don’t belong to anyone,” I snapped. His eyes darkened. “Liar.” I hated how his voice slid over me like silk and steel—hated how my wolf whimpered beneath my skin, desperate to submit. I shoved her back. “I don’t want a mate,” I hissed. “I don’t need one.” He didn’t flinch. “You don’t get to decide what fate wants.” “I don’t believe in fate,” I growled. “She abandoned me.” Something flickered in his eyes. Pity? Curiosity? “What’s your name?” he asked. “I don’t have one.” He stepped closer. Rain ran down the hard line of his jaw. His scent wrapped around me like smoke and earth, curling deep into my chest. “My wolf knows you,” he said. “Serena.” I flinched. A tremor ran through me. He nodded slowly. “I’m Alpha Kael Thorn of the Black Ash Pack. And you just entered my land.” His voice dropped to a near-growl. “That makes you mine.” My body moved before my brain caught up. I lunged—half-shifted, claws out, ready to fight. But I was too weak. Too slow. Too tired. The world spun. I collapsed. Strong arms caught me—warm, solid, unyielding. His scent swallowed me whole. I hated how safe I felt. “Sleep,” he murmured. “No,” I choked. “I won’t let anyone hurt you now,” he said softly. I wanted to scream. Too late. But the darkness was already pulling me under. The last thing I saw was the grey storm in his eyes. And I knew everything was about to change.SERENA’S POV The sky was still gray when the first horn split the silence. This time, it wasn’t a call to prepare. It was the alarm. I sat bolt upright, heart already racing, as Kael threw aside the furs. Outside, the camp was alive with sound boots pounding the ground, wolves barking orders, the metallic hiss of swords drawn from their sheaths. The earth itself seemed to tremble. “They’re here.” Kael’s voice was a growl, sharp and cold as steel. We dressed quickly, and I followed him into the yard. The air was raw with smoke. From the eastern ridge, black plumes rose into the dim dawn, carried by the wind like an omen. The Alpha King’s army had come. Lines of warriors filled the clearing, three packs standing as one. Torren’s wolves adjusted their weapon, Lucious’s men tightened their grips on heavy shields, and Kael’s soldiers stood at the front, grim and unflinching. The unity we had built now forged itself into a wall of resolve. Kael’s voice cut across the chaos. “Positio
SERENA’S POVThe first cry of the horn split the dawn.I jolted awake, Kael’s arm tightening around me instinctively before he stirred. The room was still dim, the faintest gray of morning leaking through the shutters, but the sound was unmistakable a summons. The signal that the day of preparation had begun.Kael’s eyes opened, storm-dark and sharp even from sleep. For a moment, the softness of last night lingered between us, but then duty slid over him like armor. He brushed a kiss against my temple before rising.“Today, we are ready with the pack,” he said, voice low but steady. “Every wolf will know their place in the coming fight by nightfall.”I dressed quickly, my hands trembling as I tied the laces of my tunic. Not with fear, no, not anymore but with the restless energy of knowing we stood on the edge of history.When we stepped outside, the entire stronghold was already stirring. Fires roared in the open pits where breakfast was being cooked, the scent of smoke and meat ming
SERENA’S POV Night had fallen, but the packhouse was alive with light. Torches and lanterns bathed the courtyard in gold, turning the wooden tables into gleaming rivers of food and wine. The smell of roasted meat, honeyed bread, and spiced cider filled the air, so thick and warm it felt like you could drink it. Somewhere in the distance, a flute trilled, accompanied by the beat of a hand drum. I stood at the edge of it all for a moment, watching. Wolves from three different packs mingled together, laughing, sharing mugs of ale, telling stories. There was no tension, no wary stares, only the strange and beautiful sight of warriors who would be on the battlefield tomorrow, sitting side by side tonight. Kael came up behind me, his hand brushing my lower back. “You did this,” he said softly, his voice full of something that felt dangerously like pride. “We did this,” I corrected, turning to meet his gaze. “You gave them something to fight for, Kael. Tonight just reminds them why.” T
SERENA’S POV The morning came soft and golden, as though the moon herself had granted us this one quiet day. For the first time in weeks, the air didn’t taste like tension. The packhouse was alive with sound, the clatter of pots and pans from the kitchen, the thud of footsteps rushing through the hallways, the chatter of women and children as they carried baskets of vegetables and freshly baked loaves. I stood at the top of the stairs for a moment, simply taking it in. The smell of roasted meat drifted up, mingling with the earthy scent of bread and herbs. Laughter echoed from the courtyard below, where warriors were stringing garlands of pine and holly along the wooden posts. “This feels strange,” I said softly when Kael came up behind me, his arm slipping easily around my waist. “Strange good?” he asked, his lips brushing my temple. I leaned into him. “Strange… peaceful.” He hummed, the sound rumbling through his chest. “That’s the point. Tonight is for them as much as for us
SERENA’S POV The horns still echoed through the forest when Kael and I reached the gates, Alpha Torren arrived a day before the agreed-upon date. Mist clung to the ground, curling like ghostly fingers around the roots of the great pines. The air was sharp, electric, and filled with the sound of movement, paws thundering, armor clinking, low growls vibrating through the trees. “Open the gates,” Kael commanded, his voice carrying like thunder. The massive wooden doors creaked as they swung outward. And then they came. Alpha Torren’s wolves emerged from the forest in perfect formation, dozens upon dozens of them, their pelts dark and silver, their armor polished until it caught the rising sun. Behind them came his soldiers in human form, carrying spears, shields, and banners bearing Torren’s crest. It was not just an army, it was a statement. The ground trembled under their approach. At the center rode Alpha Torren himself, tall and broad-shouldered, with a presence that demanded
SERENA’S POV Weeks passed, and the pack changed with them. The sound of swords clashing became the rhythm of every dawn. The smell of sweat and steel clung to the training grounds. Every day, Lucious drilled Kael’s warriors harder, sharpening them into a force that could meet the Alpha King head-on. But tonight was different. I stood by the window of our room, brushing ash and dirt from my palms, watching the last of the sunset bleed over the horizon. The sky looked bruised, like it knew what was coming. Behind me, Kael’s low voice broke the quiet. “A raven came today.” I turned. He was seated at the table, the letter already open in his hands. His expression was unreadable, but his shoulders had eased just slightly. “What does it say?” I asked, my heart thudding. He looked at me then, something fierce and warm in his eyes. “Alpha Torren agrees. He will march his warriors toward Black Ash in a few days.” Relief hit me so hard I had to grip the windowsill. “So… we won
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