LOGINIngrid was born into a family of werewolf hunters. She was raised to believe that the creatures were nothing more than ruthless killers. Though trained as a hunter, she has never participated in a hunt—until the night her father forces her to join. What should have been a simple mission turns into a nightmare when she is captured by a ruthless Alpha seeking revenge against her family for slaughtering his pack. Locked away with no escape, Ingrid fights to survive by using her training to stay alive. When she finally manages to break free. she thinks she’s won—until the Alpha finds her again. He sinks his fangs into her, expecting the venom to end her life, but Ingrid doesn’t die. The bite should have killed her, but it doesn’t. It changes her. Ingrid soon discovers a horrifying truth: the werewolf bite only turns those who carry the gene. She discovers that her entire life has been a lie. Her family, the people she trusted most, hid the truth from her. Now, she’s no longer the hunter—she’s the hunted. With her own people turning against her and the wolf inside her growing stronger, only one person can help her—the same Alpha who cursed her with this fate. Will their hate for each other blossom into something deeper? or does fate have something else planned?
View MoreFIFTEEN YEARS LATER.After a long day at the bakery in Shadow Ridge, I finally return home.The scent of pine and wildflowers greets me as I step onto the patio, the last light of day stretching golden across the compound.I sink into my favorite wooden bench and exhale, my shoulders softening for the first time all day.Out in the field, I watch our kids, Emily and Ethan, sparring under the fading sun. Their movements swift and deliberate.Ezra watches them closely, cane in hand, barking gentle corrections.“Welcome home, my Luna.” Lucian’s voice rumbles from behind me and I feel a familiar warmth wrap around my waist as his arms encircle me.I lean back into him, his lips brushing my cheek before settling into a kiss, and he hands me a glass of red wine.“How was work today?” he squeezes my hand gently, his voice soft.“Busy,” I sigh, smiling into my glass. “But I’ve got a solid team now, that’s why I was able to leave early for once.”“Good. I missed you.” He hums, sipping his whis
INGRIDThe laughter continues around the table for hours as stories echo like the wind after a storm.I catch Logan’s gaze from across the table as he rises and makes his way toward me.He leans in close, lowering his voice. “My hunters and I are ready to leave.”I nod, swallowing the knot that suddenly forms in my throat. “Okay… just a minute.”I turn to Lucian and tap his arm. He looks up, his eyes softening, and I nod toward Logan.Without needing me to explain further, he stands and wraps Logan into a strong brotherly embrace.“Thank you,” Lucian mutters under his breath. “For everything. And if you ever need anything… anything at all, you know where to find me.”Logan nods, pulling back with a smirk. “Same goes, Alpha. Take care of them.” His eyes land on me, then on Emily.Lucian nods as well and returns to his seat.I hand over Emily to him, who’s now blissfully asleep, her tiny breaths rising and falling, curled safely against his chest.I lead Logan outside, and as soon as we
LUCIANThe room is warm and alive—filled with laughter, the low murmur of conversations, and the unmistakable sound of clinking cutlery.Everyone has finally gathered around the long, polished table set in the center of the room.Plates have been passed around, steam curling up into the air carrying the scent of roasted meats, seasoned vegetables, and freshly baked bread.Large bowls of buttery garlic potatoes are set down one after another, followed by grilled ribs glazed in honey and spice, and trays of baked fish seasoned with herbs.There are pitchers of mulled wine, bottles of aged whiskey, and goblets of sweet berry juice for those who prefer it.The kitchen had outdone themselves, just like I had asked them to.As I sit at the head of the table watching as laughter echoes through the room, forks dig into meals, and stories are exchanged across the table like currency, I notice the tension of the past weeks seems to have melt from everyone's shoulders.I glance over to Ingrid, wh
LUCIANThe room is quiet as I lie in bed with Ingrid curled up against my side, our heartbeats finding the same rhythm.Her fingers trace lazy patterns across my chest, my hand mirroring the movement along her arm, slow, back and forth, memorizing her again.She exhales softly, her breath warming my skin, her head resting on my chest like it belongs there. And it does.I lean down, pressing a kiss to her forehead, and she tilts her head up to look at me, a sleepy smile pulling at her lips.I smile back, my fingers lingering in her hair. “We should probably get out of bed,” I mutter. “They’re waiting for us downstairs.”She groans and lifts her leg, draping it over my thigh, adjusting herself closer, her skin soft against mine, the warmth of her body making it hard for me to move. “I don’t want to leave this room,” she sighs, her voice quiet but full of emotion. “I want us to stay here, just us… after everything, we deserve some rest, Lucian.”A soft laugh escapes me, and I nod, stroki
LUCIAN.The walk back to the territory is quiet. Peaceful, almost. The air is cool against my skin, and the scent of pine clings to every breath I take.I carry Emily in one arm, close to my chest, her tiny heartbeat a soft rhythm that grounds me.My other arm is wrapped gently around Ingrid, who s
INGRIDHe stands there like a ghost, framed in moonlight, unmoving, blood streaking down his side, his eyes locked on mine.“No... no, it can’t be,” I whisper to myself.My throat dries instantly, and my heart skips, then slams so hard it hurts.I blink once, then again, and still, he’s there.“Kir
INGRIDI turn around, and Lucian is right there, his chest warm against mine, his eyes burning into me like I’m the only thing that exists.His skin is damp from the steam, his breath warm, his gaze soft but hungry.I can’t believe he’s real, that he’s here, right in front of me, and that I’m touch
LUCIANThe moment my foot slipped from the cliff’s edge, time fractured into fragments—suspended between the snapping of branches, the rush of wind, and the sickening realization that there was no way of stopping what was coming.Tree limbs tore at my body as I went down, sharp, relentless claws of






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