LOGINThe Alpha’s Reluctant Temptation Marigold never asked to be hunted, mistaken for her dead twin, or babysat by the most terrifying Alpha in the kingdom. Gregor says it’s life or death. She says it’s annoying. Between botched impressions of her glamorous sister, endless sass, and the fact that her only spare clothes are long gone, survival feels like one big joke—until the Black Fang pack closes in with blood in their teeth. He’s massive, ruthless, and maddeningly protective. She’s reckless, sharp-tongued, and absolutely not afraid of him. Together, they’re running for their lives beneath the storm—but what’s more dangerous? The assassins hunting them…or the sparks threatening to burn them both alive?
View MoreThe Alpha's Reluctant TemptationAuto Saved Word Count 137629/70Marigold POVBy the time we reached the borders of Gregor’s pack, I was so tired I could’ve faceplanted into a rock and called it a nap.But the moment the first howl echoed through the pines — that deep, thunderous call of home — something in me snapped awake.The mountain opened up into a sprawling valley, the kind of wild beauty that looked stolen out of a dream. Pine trees dripping with frost, rivers gleaming like glass threads, and in the middle of it all… the pack village.Not huts. Not tents. Actual stone houses and mansions wrapped in warm golden light. Smoke rising from chimneys. Laughter spilling into the crisp morning air.We were home.And when I say they welcomed us, I mean it — they welcomed us.Wolves in their human forms ran to meet us, cheering, hugging Gregor like he’d risen from the grave (which, honestly, wasn’t far from the truth).“Alpha Gregor!”“Long live our Alpha!”“Luna Marigold!” someone sho
Alpha Gregor POVThe night was heavy with smoke and triumph. The storm had passed, but the air still pulsed with the heartbeat of battle — the mountain’s breath mingled with ours, raw and alive. Wolves from every pack raised their muzzles toward the bleeding dawn, howls rising into the crimson sky, a song of freedom and vengeance and survival.I stood at the cliff’s edge, my fur still slick with blood — both mine and my enemies’. Around us, the snow was no longer white. It was the color of war. The Queen was dead. Her cursed army silenced. ASA’s iron machines lay in ruin, their human masters buried beneath the lands they tried to claim.I threw back my head and howled, the sound echoing through the valley.A call of victory. Of mourning. Of rebirth.The others followed — Xander, Barbie (tiny and fierce, her fae wings glowing faintly), and the packs that had bled beside us. The mountains shook with it, a symphony of howls that carried for miles.Then I felt her.Marigold.She came up b
A few hours later.The mountain burned that night.Flames licked the black sky like the fingers of gods drunk on vengeance. The cursed valley—once whispered of in lullabies to scare pups into obedience—was now a war zone. Smoke choked the stars, and the scent of blood thickened the air until even the ravens fled.I felt the wolfsbane leave my veins like a curse unraveling. My body convulsed, bones cracking, skin splitting as my wolf roared free. The agony was pure—but so was the rage. I could taste the death in the air.“Marigold, with me!” Gregor’s voice thundered through the bond, raw, guttural, alive.I turned to see him—Alpha Gregor—no longer the broken captive from the lab. He was enormous now, fur black as night, eyes burning crimson-gold like a dying sun. The earth itself trembled beneath his paws.And then I shifted.My wolf form—dark warrior with veins of midnight flame—burst into being. Shadows rippled off my fur like smoke, the ancient bloodline awakening at last. The power
The facility's sirens came first—long, wailing shrieks that tore through the sterile white silence. Then came the tremors.The air itself shuddered. Lights flickered. And the scent of smoke began to creep through the metal vents.“Intruders!” someone shouted. “They’ve breached the east wing!”My eyes snapped open as chaos rippled through the ASA facility. Doctors scattered. Agents grabbed their weapons. Through the haze of pain and wolfsbane still burning through my veins, I smelled it—wolves. My wolves. Xander’s pack.They’d come for us.But before I could even move, the door exploded inward with a roar so loud it rattled the bones in my chest. A massive black wolf barreled through—Alpha Gregor. His fur was matted with blood, his eyes feral and burning with a red-gold glow that promised death.Behind him, the hallway erupted into chaos. Wolves tore into soldiers. Guns fired, silver bullets shattering against fur and flesh alike. The sharp metallic tang of blood filled the air. And ov
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