LOGINHer mate chose another woman and it cost Marie her child. She asks for a divorce and walks away from the pack that broke her. To survive and take revenge, she turns to Alpha Astance, the most powerful Alpha on the continent and the man fate never truly lets her forget. As Marie rises beside him, lies are exposed, enemies fall, and Johnson realises the truth, too late. A broken bond. A second-chance mate. And a Luna who comes back unstoppable.
View MoreNoah’s POVThe air in the South was stifling, thick with the scent of blooming jasmine and the rot of the marshes, but for the first time in days, I felt like I could breathe. I stood on the terrace, watching the sunset bleed across the horizon like a fresh wound, while Raine, the courier who had successfully breached the Northreach line stood three paces behind me.He looked exhausted, his boots caked in grey mountain mud, but there was a flicker of triumph in his eyes that mirrored the jagged spark in my own chest."You’re certain she received it?" I asked, not turning around. I traced the rim of my crystal wine glass, the ring of the glass a sharp, high-pitched note in the quiet evening."Yes, Alpha," Raine said, his voice raspy from the altitude. "I watched from the treeline through the glass. The guard, took it directly into the residential wing. Ten minutes later, I heard the scream. Then the silence. The kind of silence that happens right before a storm breaks."I smiled, a c
Astance’s POV The solar was a tomb of cold air and stagnant sunlight. I stood by the hearth, my back to the room, watching the dust motes dance in a stray beam of grey light that had managed to pierce the mountain fog. My hands were clasped behind my back, my fingers digging into the torn skin of my knuckles, a dull, rhythmic ache that was the only thing keeping the roaring fire in my blood from incinerating the very furniture.Behind me, Kaelen was a statue. He didn’t breathe. He didn’t shift his weight. He had been my shadow for three centuries, a man who had seen me tear through phalanxes of invaders and negotiate treaties that shifted the borders of the world. He knew the precise frequency of the vibration currently rattling my ribs. He knew that the only thing holding Northreach together at this moment was the thin, fraying cord of my iron discipline.The silence was absolute until the air in the corridor shifted.The heavy oak door didn’t just open, it bled into the room as Vi
Marie’s POVThe stone walls of Northreach felt like they were perspiring, the damp chill of the mountains seeping through the heavy tapestries until the very air tasted of salt and impending snow. I ran. I didn’t care about the propriety of a Luna—or a Seer, or whatever hollowed-out vessel for power they had decided I was. I stumbled down the corridor, my breath hitching in my chest in jagged, pathetic sobs that echoed off the vaulted ceiling like the cries of a trapped bird.I didn't stop until I reached the small, sun-drenched alcove tucked away in the servant’s wing where Vivian was sorting through fresh linens. It was the only place in this fortress that didn't feel like a courtroom or a cage. I burst through the door, my knees finally giving out before I could reach her."Marie!" Vivian dropped a stack of white silk, the fabric billowing around her like a dying cloud as she rushed to my side. "Gods, child, what has happened? Did he hurt you?"I couldn't speak. I buried my face in
The silence in my study was thick enough to choke on. For forty-eight hours, I had stared at the same topographical map of the Northreach border until the mountain ridges looked like scars on the face of the earth. Two days gone. Five left. The ultimatum my father had delivered the one that felt like a noose tightening with every tick of the grandfather clock was no longer a distant threat. It was a countdown to my extinction.I heard him before I saw him. The heavy, rhythmic thud of his boots against the marble floor of the corridor didn't just sound like a man walking; it sounded like a siege engine approaching. The double doors to my study didn't just open, they recoiled as my father, the Thorne Patriarch, kicked them back against the stone walls with a violence that made the crystal chandelier above me shiver.He didn't speak. Not at first. He prowled into the room, his presence a suffocating, ancient weight that seemed to suck the oxygen out of the air. In his hand, he clutche
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