LOGINMona Benson of the South Hartvale Pack is a simple young lady living her life happily with the love of her life and Enforcer of her pack, Marcus Rollins. She has her diner; ‘Big Bite,’ to run and that keeps her busy and it was enough. Yes, her pack was being bullied by the larger, more powerful North Hatvale pack, but they had an agreement which kept things between the packs MOSTLY non-violent, then her pack alpha gets defeated and by a newcomer. The new alpha is none other than Mona’s fated mate and former love of her life, Dominic Blaise. Dom suddenly vanished from the town 8 years ago, but he’s back now and the mate connection between him and Mona is as strong as ever. Mona has to fight against her feelings for Dom, but the man doesn’t make it easy for her. When she learns the moon spirits have chosen her to be the new Luna, a bad situation becomes even worse. Now she’s a to-be-Luna mated to her alpha but fighting her feelings so she can remain with her Enforcer.
View MoreKane Dumont’s study felt larger than usual, as though the walls themselves were shrinking back from his temper.He paced the length of the room, boots striking the hardwood floor with sharp, impatient sounds. The shelves lining the walls were packed with old tomes, regional maps, and trophies from past victories—symbols of dominance he had once worn effortlessly. Tonight, they mocked him.“This was not how it was supposed to go.”His voice was low but vibrating with fury.Todlin sat near the wide desk, legs crossed, posture calm, fingers folded neatly in her lap. She watched him without flinching, her expression composed in a way that only seemed to irritate him further.“You said you would take care of Dominic,” Kane snapped, spinning toward her. “You said this would break him. Instead, he walks free, stronger than before.”Todlin tilted her head slightly. “Lower your voice.”“Do not tell me what to do in my own house,” Kane growled.She did not rise to the challenge. That was her st
Marcus brought the axe up over his shoulder, the muscles in his arms flexing as sunlight glinted across his sweat-slicked skin. A half-finished pile of neatly split logs sat at his feet, each piece thudding softly onto the growing stack beside the cabin. His flask of whiskey rested on a thick stump a few feet away.The phone sitting next to the flask of whiskey crackled with Barney’s voice.#Marcus, I’m telling you, man—you need a break. Come to New York. Bring your lady. I’d love to meet the lucky woman. We’ll make a weekend of it.#Marcus grunted as he brought the axe down cleanly through a log. The two halves fell apart with a sharp crack.“I don’t really have a lady right now,” he said, wiping his forehead with the back of his wrist. “And I’m not in the mood for city noise.”Barney snorted. #Well if you don’t have a lady then you can meet someone special here. Last time you visited, I heard you had the time of your life. What’s so different now?#Marcus paused, planting the axe he
The diner had never looked so warm to me as it did that afternoon. I’d told myself a dozen times that coming back to work was a good idea, that staying busy would help me feel like myself again—but none of it really settled in until the lunch rush hit. The clatter of dishes, the distant sizzle from the grill, the hum of voices rising and falling—it all wrapped around me like a familiar blanket.I’d missed this.I really had.“Order up!” Tyler shouted from behind the kitchen window, sliding two plates across the metal surface.“Got it!” I called back, grabbing the dishes. My body moved before I even thought about it—muscle memory from years of running this place. My steps found their rhythm between tables, dodging chairs and waving customers like I’d never been gone.People kept smiling at me, some squeezing my hand, some patting my shoulder.Good to have you back, Mona.We missed you.Diner hasn’t been the same.Each small gesture warmed me and tugged at places inside that had felt nu
I woke before dawn, long before the birds even thought of warming up their morning chorus. For a moment, I lay still in the quiet of my room, staring up at the ceiling as soft gray light crept across it. My mind drifted to the diner—the metallic clatter of pans, the warm smell of bread rolls, the hum of chatter, and Tyler humming off-key as he wiped tables.I missed it. More than I had allowed myself to admit.So I got up.No debate. No hesitation. Just… movement. For once, my heart didn’t fight me.I showered, pulled on my jeans and my old “Big Bite” T-shirt, tied my hair up, and headed out in my car. The red Porsche still sat in the driveway. Patty had brought in the key at some oint, but I just shut it away in my bedside drawer.The morning air nipped at my cheeks, cool and fresh, carrying that crisp edge that made the world feel new. My wolf felt lighter than she had in weeks—content, aligned, steady.By the time I pulled up to the diner, the sun was barely peeking above the horiz
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