LOGINShe’s a rogue, the newly crowned defiant female Alpha of the Rogue clan, living on the edge of survival. He’s the infamous Alpha Lucas, a ruthless king whose cold heart and insatiable desire for power and supremacy crush all who defy him—especially rogues. When Lucas wipes out the entire Rogue clan, sparing Mia to claim her as his slave, he plans to break her spirit and sate his darkest desires. But the Moon Goddess has other plans. Their mate bond ignites, crushing his vow to never love. Mia's wild defiance and unexpected sweetness become his obsession, taming the beast within him. Yet their forbidden bond stirs a storm and secrets from their pasts threaten to shatter their love and spark a war that could consume them both. Can love conquer a cursed king and a rogue’s rebellion, or will their pasts tear them apart forever?
View MoreThe rider dismounted before the gates fully opened.That was the first wrong thing.Visitors waited. Allies announced themselves. Enemies tested boundaries. This man did neither. He swung down from his horse as though the courtyard already belonged to him, as though the rules that governed distance and protocol did not apply.The torches revealed his face in pieces. Dark hair bound back. A cloak travel-worn but clean. His posture calm, unhurried.Kieran.The name settled into my chest with a cold familiarity.Lucas came to stand beside me at the window, his presence solid, grounding. The bond tightened, not in panic, but in warning. He knew as I did that this visit had been anticipated, not by us, but by whatever had begun to stir beyond the walls.“He came alone,” Lucas said.“For effect,” I replied. “He always does.”Below, the gates closed behind Kieran with a final, echoing thud. Guards flanked him immediately, weapons lowered but ready. He did not resist. Did not smile. He merely
The road to the southern ruins did not look dangerous.That, more than anything, unsettled me.The path wound through low hills and sparse trees, the ground dry and obedient beneath our boots. No twisted roots. No sudden drops. Even the air felt ordinary, cool and clean, carrying the scent of pine and distant water.Too clean.Lucas rode beside me in silence, one hand always close enough that I could feel the heat of him through my cloak. Jake led the small group ahead, alert, his gaze constantly scanning the edges of the trail. Clara and Ben followed behind us, their presence steady and grounding.If anyone expected fear, they would be disappointed. What pressed against my chest was not fear.It was recognition.I had never been here before, not in this life, not in memory. And yet, with every step, something in me leaned forward, like a word waiting to be finished.We reached the ruins just as the sun dipped low.Stone pillars jutted from the earth at odd angles, their surfaces worn
The word awake did not leave the room.It sat between us, heavy and unmovable, as if speaking it again would give it more power. The messenger had been taken away, the healers murmuring over him, but his terror lingered like a stain.Lucas dismissed the council with a single gesture. No arguments. No delays. When the doors finally shut, it was just the two of us, Jake standing guard outside, and the quiet that pressed in from all sides.I felt it then, more clearly than before.Not fear. Not panic.Attention.Something was watching now, not through dreams, not through the bond, but through the land itself. The air felt different, thicker, as though the world had leaned closer to listen.“They didn’t just wake it,” I said softly. “They fed it.”Lucas’s hands curled into fists at his sides. “Drake doesn’t have that kind of power.”“No,” I agreed. “But desperation does.”I moved toward the window, looking out at the eastern horizon. The sky was clear, almost mockingly peaceful. If not fo
The fortress did not panic.That was the first sign something was wrong.In the hours after the messenger left, there were no horns, no frantic commands echoing through the corridors. Lucas ordered the gates reinforced, patrols doubled, wards checked and re-etched where time had softened their bite. Everything was done with a calm precision that would have reassured anyone watching.Anyone except me.Because calm, I was learning, was what came before decisions that could not be undone.I spent the afternoon in the solar overlooking the inner yard, watching wolves train and rebuild sections of the wall that had never truly needed rebuilding. It was work done for the sake of movement, of keeping hands busy while minds ran ahead to darker places.The child remained quiet.That unsettled me more than the kicks had. His stillness felt deliberate, as though he were listening to something too far away for the rest of us to hear.Lucas came and went, never far for long. Each time he passed, h
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