LOGINThe enforcers of the Vale Media Group swiftly hauled Riley Knox away toward the healing dens. Once the chaos subsided, Lisa gripped my arm, her scent frantic. "Why did you break cover? You knew this was a scent-trap set by Sloane; she wanted to tether you so you’d miss the A-List Chats broadcast. Why did you play into her claws?"I looked at Lisa, pulling her into a fierce embrace and stroking her hair to calm her racing heart. "You are the one who is truly foolish. Do you think I would let you endure such humiliation for my sake? Do you think I need you to be my shield while you bleed? You were under a silver threat, yet you didn't howl for me. If the winter had taken you or your grandfather, do you think I could ever run with the pack again?""But look at the carnage now..."I pulled back, squeezing her shoulders with steadying warmth. "Wipe that scent of worry from your fur. Let Jordan escort you to the healers. While you are there, take pleasure in watching Riley realize she has b
The atmosphere backstage didn't just chill; it turned to solid ice.The hunter who had breached the perimeter… was Ava Hart.She was meant to be centered in the spotlight of the A-List Chats den, yet here she was, standing like a vengeful goddess before Sloane’s pet, Riley Knox.I didn’t come alone. Behind me stood Zephaniah and four towering enforcers from the northern territories.Backstage, every lower-ranked wolf went wide-eyed, scenting the shift in the air and covering their muzzles, waiting for the blood to spill.I radiated a frost that could freeze a river; my gaze was as lethal as a silver arrow. I locked onto Riley’s handler with an ancient, icy wrath.The handler recoiled, his scent turning to pure terror. He clutched his bruised face, trying to bark a defense, but his throat had seized shut.Zephaniah moved swiftly to haul Lisa from the dirt. I saw the jagged, red marks of a beast’s strike across her skin.“Ava…”Lisa’s voice was a ragged whimper. She had been terrified t
The evening preceding my interview for A-List Chats, I ventured to the studio to capture a teaser. As I stepped through the heavy oak doors of the facility, a massive gathering of the pack was waiting for me.They offered me wild flora and begged for captured moments together. I dipped my head in a respectful nod and agreed. In this mountain chill, they had stood guard for hours; they had endured enough for my sake.Naturally, the question burning in every wolf's throat was the identity of the 'Shadow Alpha.' I simply offered a knowing smile. "Ensure you tune into the live broadcast of A-List Chats tomorrow night. I promise the howl I give there will satisfy your hunger."The younger females couldn't suppress their yelps of delight. Especially when I lowered my dark lenses to sign their scrolls."You are even more striking when the moon hits your face!" one cried."Your stride is so powerful.""Sister Ava, do not fear... the pack will shield you."I paused mid-scroll. I was momentaril
Lisa felt the phantom grip of a snare tightening around her throat as a thousand dark scenarios clawed through her mind.Upon entering Sloane’s private den, Lisa found her grandfather sharing a table with the Alpha. He was speaking with a gentle smile under the warm glow of the chandeliers, and for a moment, the sight made Lisa’s blood boil like molten silver.“President Pierce… what is the meaning of this hunt?” Lisa’s voice wavered, thin and brittle.At the sound of her voice, Sloane and the elder both turned. Sloane rose with a practiced, welcoming grace. “You have been such a loyal hound to Ava that I felt a reward was in order. You don’t mind that I’ve invited your kin to stay with me, do you?”“Lisa, the President has been more than generous. She’s treated me like an honored elder of the pack. You truly must thank her,” the old man said, his eyes bright with genuine happiness. He was dressed in fine new wools, waving a frail hand at his granddaughter.Lisa glared at Sloane, her
I was the first hunter in the history of the pack to ever snarl back and sever the link on Sloane Pierce.An A-Rank model named Ava Hart.Sloane swallowed her feral rage, her eyes burning like embers as she rerouted her link to Zephaniah. After checking my tracking logs, Zephaniah replied with a voice as steady as a heartbeat: "Since you tossed all of Ava’s previous kills to Riley Knox and Sloane’s pets, Ava has already claimed new territories. Her hunting schedule is saturated. I’m sorry, Alpha, but this trail is no longer yours to walk."Of course, it wasn't our failure.Sloane had only her own arrogance to blame.She never anticipated that I would become the most coveted hunter in the territory because of the Love More footage. And she certainly didn't expect the elders and the brands to refuse any other substitute.Losing a few tithes of compensation wasn't a mortal wound. But……as the Alpha of H World with absolute dominion, how could she let a single female model mock her author
The promotion for Love More didn't just catch fire; it became a wildfire.It wasn't just the digital clips; the physical banners were surfacing in every trading hub and social square of the territory. Beyond drawing in scores of mating pairs looking for ritual rings, crowds began to swarm the brand’s alcoves just to howl questions about the "Shadow Alpha."Who was this male? What was his lineage? Even a single scent-trail of information would have satisfied their hunger.The staff at the counters were caught between panic and amusement. They kept repeating that they were seeing his back for the first time themselves; even the high-ranking corporate wolves had no clue who had stood beside me.Rumors began to drift through the forest that during the hunt, the clearing had been guarded by Elites. Aside from the Director and a few Inner Circle members, the man’s identity was a ghost.Meanwhile, my own presence began to radiate across the territories. My unique spirit was impossible to ign
Connor had instructed Jordan Reed to lay out a spread of ceremonial silks for my choosing. Among the vibrant textiles, he had hand-picked a gown of spun gold, form-fitting and etched with intricate ink-black swirls that mimicked the ancient calligraphy of the Eastern packs. He was radiant when he s
"I’m not afraid because I’ve shed the skin of the Ava who let others muzzle her. Besides," I added, my voice dropping to a low hum that only a mate could hear, "I have you guarding my flank now."Confidence radiated from me, a sharp contrast to the broken wolf I had been weeks ago. Connor’s golden
As I watched the blurring trees from the transport window, I remembered Connor’s insistent look. He had demanded the coordinates of this Southern trek the moment the scrolls were signed. I quickly pulled out my slate and sent him the flight trajectory and the arrival time at the Azure Coast. I didn
The sun hadn’t yet crested the jagged peaks of the valley when I walked into the Turner Studios strategy den. The air was thick with the scent of old coffee and fresh betrayal. Blake sat at the head of the heavy oak table, his eyes darting between Riley and me. Though the seats were the same, the h







