ANMELDENThe long oak dining table was laden with silver dishes, roast meats, and heavy goblets of wine, but the atmosphere was far from relaxed. The formal transition of power had been sealed only hours before in the council chambers. Evren had officially stepped back from daily pack administration to oversee high-territory affairs, elevating Forrest and Snow to manage high court decisions alongside Lucian as Beta and Rowan commandeering beside Lucian. Yet, despite the gravity of their new titles, the twin Alphas were thoroughly distracted.Throughout the entire meal, Snow and Forrest barely touched their food. Instead, both Alphas looked back and forth between the two girls with heavy, unyielding hunger, their thoughts clearly stuck on the lingering scents of sweet lavender and meadow grass trapped upstairs.The suffocating tension hung so thick that Evren set his goblet down with a sharp, echoing clack against the wood.Losing his patience entirely, Evren leaned forward, his commanding vo
The grand pack house was humming with the distant, muffled echoes of post-summit celebrations, but up in the quiet seclusion of the private wing, the atmosphere was thick, heavy, and burning hot.The heavy oak door had barely unlatched before two small pairs of hands reached out through the dim light, grabbing Forrest and Snow by their tunic lapels and hauling them forcefully into the chamber."You took too long!" Lyra whined softly, her flushed face burying directly into Forrest’s broad chest as she tugged him deeper toward the hearth. Her skin was radiating a feverish heat, her jade eyes glazed over with hazy desire, her rich, green silk gown swishing wildly around her ankles. The sweet, undeniable fragrance of lavender flared from her skin in thick, intoxicating waves.Right beside her, Rhea staggered against Snow, her small hands clinging weakly to his shoulders as she let out a soft, restless whimpering sound. Draped in soft pink velvet, her own scent of fresh meadow grass and sw
The evening air along the northern border was bitter and still, smelling faintly of pine resin and imminent frost. A light dust of fresh snow blanketed the tree line, muffling the distant sounds of patrols preparing for the upcoming territory summit.Boo pulled his heavy wool mantle tighter around his shoulders as he set down the last crate of herbal salves and dried poultices near the guard outpost. Banned from the Pack House itself, he rarely ventured even this close to the high-court perimeter, but the garrison healer had pleaded for extra supplies ahead of the summit’s crowded arrival.He turned to begin the long walk back toward the lower valley, his boots crunching quietly against the packed snow—only to freeze in place.Standing a few paces down the tree-lined path was Holden.The Commander stood tall against the twilight, wrapped in his dark fur-lined cloak. His hazel eyes were fixed entirely on Boo, unreadable and deep. For a long, silent breath, the only sound between them w
A heavy, quiet snow was falling across all of Embermoon, carpeting the roofs, the upper roads, and the vast expanse of the lower valley in a thick, unyielding white blanket. Out on the broad stone balcony, four chairs were arranged in a wide semicircle, all facing outward toward the sweeping mountain landscape.Forrest lounged comfortably in his low, iron-backed chair lined with heavy sheepskin, a smoldering pipe resting lazily between his fingers as his steel-grey eyes traced the valley below. Beside him, Lucian, Rowan, and Snow alternated between long drags of thick gray smoke and deep pulls from heavy pewter mugs, watching the distant town weather the frost. Down in the snow-choked courtyard, a trader struggled through the deep drifts, his breath puffing into thick white clouds as he heaved uselessly against the reins of a stubborn draft horse.Lucian took a slow drag from his thin rolled pipe, exhaling a long plume into the freezing air as he gestured down toward the courtyard.
The door to the twin heirs' private quarters creaked open just an inch, allowing a slender, hooded figure to slip inside.The chamber was warm, lit only by the low, amber glow of the hearth fire. Forrest sat by the stone mantle, stripping the leather wrapping from his broadsword, while Snow leaned against the bedpost, unbuttoning his tunic after a long day of patrol.Before either of them could react to the intruder, a thick, intoxicating wave of sweet cinnamon and fresh lavender flooded the air, so dense and sudden it made both Alphas pause in place.Lyra tossed her heavy cloak onto the rug, her cheeks flushed a deep, feverish crimson. Her jade eyes were hazy as she stumbled toward the center of the room, her breath hitching softly.Snow was at her side in an instant. He caught her by the elbows, stabilizing her wobbling steps, and pressed the back of his hand firmly against her warm forehead. His dark brows furrowed. "Lyra, you're burning up."Then he sniffed her neck slowly. "Your
Down in the bustling lower valley, where frozen streams passed under ancient stone bridges, far removed from the cold stone corridors of Embermoon's upper town, the air smelled of snow, crushed herbs, and sweet, ripening fruit. Tucked along a cobblestone alleyway stood a modest, sun-drenched produce shop. Banned years ago from stepping foot inside the pack house, Boo had carved out a quiet, peaceful life among the wooden crates of winter squash, crisp red apples, and braided garlic hanging from the ceiling rafters.Inside the cozy back room of the shop, the afternoon sun spilled through small glass panes, warming the worn wooden table where Boo sat shelling sweet peas into a broad brass bowl.The front door's iron bell chimed with a light, melodic ring, followed instantly by the heavy, familiar thud of boots and the soft rustle of fine silk.Rowan walked in first, his newly appointed Commander’s cloak draped casually over one broad shoulder, carrying a heavy basket of fresh bread, wh
Evren didn't let go of her right away. They stood longer than they should, water still dripping off him. Eira pressed her forehead into his chest again, right over his heart and he tightened his arm around her. "You smell like you were ready to kill someone," she said quietly. He huffed. "I was.
It was one of those days. A meaningfully boring one. Eira had been awake for nearly an hour already.Interestingly enough, she hadn't done anything. Her day was just starting unlike the others who had been running around. She had been awake because she couldn't find sleep. Her mind wasn't at res
Two days in Embermoon pack and it was glaring that they were being held hostage. Alpha Ethan couldn't possibly and didn't care about Evren's feelings or emotions. He had given a simple command. Get married and make an heir. The omega mate could be kept as a concubine. In those two days, Evren w
It was before the first winter of the year set in when they left. Well, not exactly of their own will but nonetheless, they left. Meira had known it would end eventually. One too many nights, she had enjoyed his warmth, his scent familiar all over her, her body, her belongings. But one thing







