LOGINSelene Whitmore has known only pain. Half-blind, mute, and scarred from years of torment, she has spent her life as a captive, treated as nothing more than a possession by the ruthless rogue, Sebastian Kane. She stopped screaming long ago. She stopped fighting. She stopped hoping. Until the night Alpha Killian Blackwood slaughters her captors and finds her trembling in the dirt—his fated mate. Killian is a warrior, feared and respected, but nothing prepares him for the fragile girl who flinches at his touch. He swears to protect her, to give her the freedom she’s never known. But his pack whispers—how can a broken, silent human be the mate of a powerful Alpha? Selene tries to disappear into the shadows, but fate won’t let her. Neither will Killian. Because Sebastian isn’t done with her yet. When warnings turn into attacks and the past refuses to die, Selene must make a choice—remain the powerless girl she was or become something no one ever expected. Can Killian convince her to trust him before it’s too late? Or will Sebastian drag her back into the darkness she barely escaped?
View MoreTwo Years LaterThe morning sun filters through the windows of what was once just a packhouse but has become something far more precious – a sanctuary. I stand at the podium in our newly constructed community hall, looking out at faces that have become family, and feel the familiar flutter of nerves that comes before speaking publicly. Even after two years of reclaiming my voice, addressing the pack still requires courage, but it's a different kind of courage now – not the desperate bravery of survival, but the quiet strength of choice."Sisters and brothers," I begin, my voice carrying clearly through the hall without amplification. The words flow easier now, though I still choose each one with intention, still pause to let silence speak when it serves better than sound. "Today marks the second anniversary of the Sanctuary Project, and I want to share what we've accomplished together."In the front row, Chloe beams at me with pride that still brings tears to my eyes. She no longer
Freedom, I discover, is not a destination but a daily battle fought in the quiet moments between heartbeats. Three months have passed since Sebastian's blood stained the sacred stones, three months since I severed the chains that bound me to a nightmare, yet I still wake most nights with his phantom voice echoing in my ears.The physical scars have healed, but the deeper wounds – the ones carved into my soul by years of systematic destruction – those take longer to mend.This morning, like so many others, I jolt awake from dreams where his hands are around my throat, where his voice strips away every piece of strength I've built.My heart pounds against my ribs like a caged bird desperate for escape, and cold sweat beads across my skin despite the warmth of our shared bed. Killian doesn't wake – he's learned to sleep lightly, to sense when I need space versus when I need anchoring, and somehow he always knows which this moment requires. I slip from beneath the covers and pad silent
The sacred ground falls into profound silence as Sebastian's blood seeps into the ancient stones, his severed head a grim testament to the finality of justice.The silver fire that surrounded me during the battle has faded to a gentle glow beneath my white fur, but the power still thrums through my veins like liquid starlight.I stand over his motionless corpse, waiting for some sense of closure, some feeling of triumph, but all I find is a hollow emptiness where years of fear and rage once lived. The monster who haunted my nightmares is dead by my own claws, yet I feel strangely numb. Perhaps this is what true freedom feels like – not the explosive joy I expected, but a quiet settling of something that had been twisted and wrong for far too long. Around me, wolves from both packs remain frozen in stunned silence, their eyes wide with awe and terror at what they've witnessed. Some stare at Sebastian's remains with disgust, finally seeing the corruption that had festered within thei
The moon reaches its zenith as the sacred circle blazes with ancient power, silver light streaming down from above to illuminate the battlefield where my past and future will collide. Sebastian circles me with predatory grace, his massive dark wolf form radiating malevolent confidence as he prepares to reclaim what he believes is his. But I am no longer the terrified girl who fled his territory two years ago. My White Wolf form moves like liquid moonlight, every muscle coiled with power that has been forged through pain, tempered by love, and honed by determination.The watching packs hold their breath as we begin our deadly dance. Sebastian strikes first, his jaws snapping toward my throat with vicious intent, but I flow away from his attack like water, my movements silent and sure. "Still running, little mute?" he snarls, his voice carrying a supernatural weight that makes the very air vibrate. "Some things never change."His words are meant to wound, to drag me back to that da
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