LOGINIsla, a human in a supernatural world, lives in a remote werewolf pack. Shielded by her father, the Alpha, Isla's existence is a delicate secret, for the Alpha King's laws forbid humans from walking among werewolves. But when the formidable Alpha King Tristan Norththorn arrives, seeking an alliance, and more urgently, his fated mate, tensions rise. As Tristan's ruthless search for an heir leads him to the one woman he cannot have, Isla must navigate the treacherous waters of pack politics and her own startling heritage. With her life and the safety of those she loves hanging in the balance, Isla stands at the heart of a curse that could either spell salvation or doom for the Sovereign Claw Pack.
View MoreIslaI woke with a start, disoriented and confused by the unfamiliar softness beneath me. Sunlight streamed through floor-to-ceiling windows, illuminating a room I barely recognised. For one blissful moment, my mind was blank, and then reality crashed down upon me like a physical weight. The mark on my neck throbbed, a constant reminder of what had happened. Tristan. The bite. The mate bond. My family left behind. A wave of grief hit me and I felt for a moment like I couldn’t breathe.I sat up slowly, wincing at the stiffness in my muscles, and realised I was in bed, the guest bed in Tristan's penthouse. But I hadn't fallen asleep here. My last memory was collapsing onto the floor, crying until exhaustion claimed me. Someone had moved me, tucked me in. The thought of Tristan carrying me, touching me while I slept, sent an uncomfortable shiver down my spine. Had it been him? I couldn't imagine him showing such tenderness, not after everything he'd done.I pushed back the covers and pad
TristanBianca's voice rose again, having caught my scent. "Tristan? Tristan, I know you're there! You can't do this to me! We had an agreement!""We never had any agreement," I muttered, more to myself than to Derek or Lucas. "Stay here," I instructed them both. "I'll handle this alone." Lucas frowned. "Alpha, I don't think-""That's an order, Lucas," I cut him off. "I need to make some things very clear to her, and I don't need an audience for it."I strode down the corridor toward Bianca's voice, my footsteps echoing on the concrete floor. The holding cells were rarely used, mostly for newly turned werewolves during their first few shifts, when they couldn't control their wolves yet. They were secure but humane, with proper beds and facilities. Not that Bianca would appreciate such considerations.She was waiting for me, pressed against the bars of her cell, her face flushed with anger and her usually perfect blonde hair in disarray. Her grey eyes narrowed as I approached."Final
Chapter 20TristanI stood outside Isla's door, my hand hovering over the handle, frozen in indecision. Through the mate bond, still new and raw between us, I could feel the waves of her grief washing over me like a physical force. Each sob that escaped her tore at something inside me, something I'd thought long buried beneath duty and ruthlessness. My wolf side paced restlessly within, urging me to go to her, to comfort our mate. But the rational part of me knew better. I was the source of her pain, the architect of her misery. My presence would only make things worse.So I stood there, listening to her cry, feeling each tear as if it were my own. The bond between us had formed faster, stronger than I'd anticipated. I hadn't expected to feel her emotions so acutely, to be so affected by her pain. It was unsettling. A complication I hadn't prepared for. Her sobs gradually quieted, and through our connection, I sensed her consciousness slipping away as exhaustion finally claimed her. T
IslaThe elevator doors closed with a soft whoosh, sealing me inside the sleek metal box with Tristan. My reflection stared back at me from the mirrored walls, pale, dishevelled, with dark circles under my eyes and that angry red mark visible on my neck. Beside me, Tristan stood tall and imposing, not a hair out of place despite everything that had happened. The contrast between us couldn't have been more stark.I shifted uncomfortably as the elevator began its ascent, the smooth glide so different from the creaky stairs of our farmhouse back home. Home. The word sent a fresh wave of pain through my chest. Would I ever see it again?"We're almost there," Tristan said, his deep voice breaking the silence, probably in an attempt to break the tension. I didn't respond, keeping my eyes fixed on the changing floor numbers. Each illuminated digit took me further from everything I knew, from the rolling moors and weathered stone walls of Cragg High, from my family. The elevator climbed highe






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