THE BILLIONAIRE ALPHA’S SECRET HEIRS

Claiming His LunaLila had stumbled on her feet earlier, slowly losing her consciousness. Asher then took her to his grand bedroom where he took her to the bathroom for her to wash her face—maybe that would jolt her back. The bathroom tiles leached cold through Lila’s knees as she gripped the sink. Her reflection wavered in the gilded mirror—pale, sweat-damp, pupils blown wide. The bond hummed under her skin like a struck tuning fork. “Breathe,” Asher ordered, his voice frayed. He stood too close, his heat searing her back. When she retched again, he gathered her tangled hair in one fist, knuckles brushing her nape. “Don’t—” She jerked away, throat burning. “Don’t touch me.” He didn’t retreat. His scent—pine resin and storm air—thickened the room. “You think I want this?” he growled. “That I’d choose some half-shifted stray over—” Lila spun, slapping him hard enough to crack the silence. His cheek reddened, wolf-light flaring in his eyes. “Finish that sentence,” she hissed,

The Alpha's Judgement The air in the Alpha’s war room tasted like rusted iron and burnt coffee. Two weeks. Two weeks since the scent of Lila’s jasmine perfume had clung to Asher’s sheets, since her laughter had curled around the cracks in his resolve. Now her name sat between them like a landmine, detonating in his mother’s voice. “You’re being willfully blind!” Selene Voss slammed her palm on the oak table, the map of their northern territories shuddering under her grip. Moonlight sliced through the stained-glass window behind her, painting her silver-streaked braid the color of fresh blood. “This isn’t about your pride, Asher. It’s about survival.” Asher leaned back in his chair, the leather creaking like a warning. He’d been wearing the same black Henley since yesterday, the collar frayed where he’d tugged it during the endless council meetings. “Funny. Last time I checked, we don’t convict people based on *feelings*, Mother.” The warrior standing at Selene’s shoulder shifte

A Wolf Without a PackThe primary night about slaughtered her.Cold crawled into her bones, coldblooded and unwavering. Without shield, Lila had no choice but to keep moving. Each muscle in her body shouted for rest, weariness clawing at her with each step. Her uncovered feet were crude, the skin broken and dying.Still, she squeezed on."You survived more regrettable," she reminded herself, in spite of the fact that her intellect battled to accept it.The timberland thickened as she moved west, the fragrance of moist soil and pine blending with something more ominous—something new. This was rebel region presently, a place where survival was managed not by dependability or quality, but by sheer heartlessness.She had entered a world where no one cared on the off chance that she lived or kicked the bucket.By day break, her body was on the skirt of collapse. Her lips were chapped, her appendages solid from the cold. Starvation chewed at her inner parts, a gloomy but consistent hurt. Sh

Sink or SwimDay break arrived as well before long.A sharp kick to her ribs yanked Lila from the delicate grasp of rest.“Up. Now.”Her eyes snapped open. Jessa.Lila gritted her teeth, gnawing back a recoil as torment flared through her sore muscles. The cold, difficult ground underneath her had done small to ease the solidness settling into her body overnight. Rest had been fleeting—if she had indeed overseen any at all. But there was no time to stay on distress. Not here.Jessa stood over her, arms crossed, her sharp look flashing with swoon entertainment.“Kane needs you working,” she said straight. “Think you'll be able oversee that, princess?”Lila pushed herself upright, steadying her breathing. “I can handle it.”Jessa's smile extended, moderate and knowing. “We'll see.”With that, she turned and walked absent, anticipating Lila to take after without address.The morning discuss was moist with the waiting fragrance of rain, blending with smoke and the swoon stench of gasoline

The First TestLila's muscles burned with fatigue, but she denied to let it appear. The primary morning had been brutal—an unwavering test of perseverance planned to break her. However, she endured. Since survival within the Bloodfang camp wasn't almost about submission; it was around demonstrating she had a place.The preparing had been relentless—running, fighting, lifting weights that made her arms tremble. By the conclusion of it, her whole body hurt, her breath came in worn out pants, and sweat doused her worn out dress. However, she gritted her teeth and kept going, decided not to donate them the fulfillment of seeing her battle.As the sun plunged underneath the skyline, the camp settled into a unfaltering cadence of action. Smoke from scattered fires thickened the discuss, blending with the smell of charred meat and sweat. The mumble of moo discussions mixed with the sharp clatter of edges being honed, a steady update that savagery prowled underneath the surface of everything