LOGINWhen seventeen-year-old Alora Mitchell's first shift reveals a blood-red wolf, she discovers she's inherited an ancient curse. Blood wolves are feared creatures, said to bring death to their mates and destruction to their packs. Worse, her transformation triggers unprecedented heat cycles that threaten to expose her true nature. To protect her from the approaching Seekers – wolves who hunt anomalies within their kind – her parents make an impossible choice: giving her to the notorious Alpha Alexander Stone as a "wolf less" slave. Known as the Beast of the Northwest, Stone has a reputation for breaking even the strongest wolves. But as Alora struggles to hide both her true nature and her growing heat cycles within his territory, she discovers the Alpha's own secret: he's been searching for something – or someone – among his personal slaves. When rival packs threaten war over rumors of a blood wolf's existence, Alora must choose between keeping her deadly secret and saving the ruthless Alpha who's unknowingly claimed not just her body, but her wolf's submission. Her curse could save him, but his love could destroy them both
View MoreMorning ConfusionMy eyes snap open, and my hand immediately reaches for the empty space beside me. Morning dew has settled on my skin, and the forest floor beneath me still holds the impression of where Alora had lain during our mating. But she's gone."Alora?" My voice carries through the morning air. Sitting up, I scan the clearing where we'd spent the night. Her scent lingers – sweet and wild – but it's growing stale. She must have left hours ago.Panic grips my chest as I rise to my feet. "Alora!" I call again, louder this time. Nothing but birds answer my call. In seconds, I shift into my wolf form, my massive black body moving swiftly through the trees as I begin tracking her scent.The trail winds through the dense forest, leading me deeper into my territory. But something is off about her scent today – an underlying note I hadn't noticed before, something ancient and wild that makes my wolf uneasy. The further I track, the stronger that strange scent becomes.Alora, where are
The forest presses in around us, its shadows alive with the sounds of the night. The air is thick with the mingling of our scents—his dominance and my heat wrapping around us like a cage. My back meets the rough bark of a tree as he pushes me against it, his hand still tangled in my hair.The kiss deepens, pulling me under, and for a moment, I forget the danger, the consequences. All I know is him—his warmth, his strength, the way he growls low in his throat when my hands claw at his shoulders. The sound vibrates through me, primal and raw, sending a shiver down my spine.“You shouldn’t have done that,” he murmurs, his voice a dark promise, even as his lips trail along my jaw.“Then stop me,” I whisper back, my voice trembling as much from need as from fear.But he doesn’t stop me. Instead, his hands slide to my waist, lifting me as though I weigh nothing. My legs wrap around him instinctively, and the heat of him presses into me, chasing away the chill of the night air.His lips leav
ALORAThe clearing hits me like a physical wall. Moonlight floods the open space, and my legs finally give out. I collapse to my knees in the silver-lit grass, my entire body trembling with the force of my heat.No more running. No more hiding. The moon's power combines with my heat, shattering what little control I have left. My skin burns like fire, every nerve ending screaming for relief. For his touch. For the claiming my cursed blood demands."No, no, no," I whimper, pressing my forehead to the cool earth. My fingers dig into the soil as another wave hits, stronger than any before. I feel my bones wanting to shift, my wolf clawing desperately for freedom.His scent surrounds me as he enters the clearing. Pine and smoke and pure dominance. My wolf howls, recognizing her true Alpha. The need to submit, to bare my throat, to beg for his claim becomes almost unbearable."Please," I gasp, though I'm not sure what I'm begging for. His mercy? His bite? Both?My skin ripples as the shift
The ancient book dangles from his fingers as he blocks my escape. Other slaves fade to the edges of the kitchen, sensing the tension crackling between us. Even Sarah's constant kneading falls silent."You seem unwell." His voice carries deceptive softness. "Perhaps we should discuss your... condition in private."Another wave of heat surges through me, making the room spin. The book in his hand terrifies me more than any silver chain – its worn leather binding promises ancient knowledge, secrets I've spent years hiding."I'm fine, my Lord." The lie tastes bitter. "Just the kitchen heat—""No." He steps closer, power rolling off him in waves that make my wolf whine. "Not the kitchen heat. Something else burns in your blood. Something that calls to every unmated male in the territory." His eyes gleam silver as he inhales deeply. "Something that shouldn't exist in a wolfless slave."I back away until my spine hits the counter. Herbs hanging above my head mask some of my scent, but not en
ALEXThe scent hits me before I enter the inspection tent – sweet vanilla and wild jasmine, undercut with something darker. Something that makes my wolf snap to attention after decades of disinterest."Alpha." Victoria's simpered greeting grates against my nerves. "We were just examining the new tr
The tribute caravan stops at Silver Creek's borders just as dawn breaks. I clutch my identification papers in trembling hands, trying to steady my breathing. In a few moments, everything I am – Alora Mitchell – will be reduced to one word: slave."Strip." The command comes from Master Kane, the tri
Dawn breaks on my last day of freedom, and I haven't slept. My room is too quiet, too empty – most of my belongings already packed away or donated. Slaves travel light. Slaves own nothing.I've repeated that word so many times it's lost all meaning. Slave. Property. Possession.A soft knock interru
Three weeks before my eighteenth birthday, and I can't stop trembling. Not from the heat this time – we've learned to mask that with a complex blend of herbs and meditation – but from the whispered conversation I wasn't meant to overhear.Silver Creek Pack. Alpha Alexander Stone. The Beast of the N












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