Prisca McHawlin has lived a normal life for 19 years, until the shocking return of her supposedly dead biological father. She soon discovers her life is built on secrets far darker than she imagined. Not only is she half-lycan and half-witch, but her destined mate, Jake, is the ruthless Alpha of the deadliest pack and a hybrid from an ancient royal bloodline. While lycans are meant to honor the mate bond, Jake sees it as a weakness, driven by his lust for power. As secrets unravel, Prisca must navigate a dangerous world where trust is scarce, and betrayal runs deep.
View MoreThe days felt longer without Jake around. The house was quieter, save for the usual buzz of activity from the workers and the occasional giggles of Lily and Logan. I hadn’t realized how much I’d grown used to Jake’s brooding presence until it wasn’t there anymore.But something else had shifted in the packhouse—Tammy.After her unexpected show of competence and kindness during the pack’s little health scare, she seemed... different. Or maybe it was just that I was seeing a different side of her, one that wasn’t cloaked in sarcasm and thinly veiled malice.That morning, I found her in the kitchen, of all places. She was chopping vegetables, her movements precise and efficient.“Good morning,” I said cautiously, half-expecting a snarky reply.To my surprise, she glanced up and nodded. “Morning.”I hovered near the counter, unsure of what to do. “What are you making?”“Soup,” she said simply. “For the kids. Some of them are still recovering.”“Oh.” I wasn’t sure what else to say.“You’re
The first rays of dawn were breaking through the dense forest canopy when I emerged from the packhouse. The cool morning air carried a crispness that made my skin prickle, but it wasn’t unpleasant. It felt like a promise—a new day, a new start. Jake had been quieter than usual since last night. I could still feel the weight of his anger and fear, but we hadn’t spoken about the spell or the vision. Not yet. My head was still spinning from what Esther had shown me, and I wasn’t sure how to explain it without causing more tension between us. The sound of voices from the communal hall drew me out of my thoughts. When I stepped inside, the room was already buzzing. Althea stood at the head of the table, a large map spread out in front of her. Fatima, Sophie, and several pack members were gathered around, their faces a mixture of curiosity and determination. Jake was there too, his arms crossed and his expression unreadable. His eyes met mine as I walked in, and for a brief moment, th
I sat on the floor of Althea’s room, ancient books and scrolls spread out in front of us. The tension in the air was thick as we pored over spell after spell, searching for the answer to locating the coven. “I think I found it,” Althea said, her voice barely above a whisper. I looked up, hope sparking in my chest. “You’re sure?” She nodded, pushing the book toward me. “It’s a locating spell, but it requires a deep connection to the person or group you’re searching for. For this to work, I’ll have to put you into a sleep state—a deep one. Your subconscious will guide us.” I frowned, tracing the lines of the spell with my finger. The description was vague, mentioning that the subject might encounter visions or truths hidden in their own mind. It wasn’t just sleep—it was an invitation to the unknown. Jake would hate this. “I don’t know, Althea,” I said hesitantly. “It’s the best option we’ve found,” she said, her tone insistent. “The coven is hiding their location with powe
The moon was high in the sky, casting a soft silver glow over the forest. I stood on the balcony outside my room, the cool night air brushing against my skin. My birthday had been nothing like I imagined—sweet moments interrupted by the weight of our responsibilities. I let out a sigh, resting my hands on the railing. The stars twinkled above, indifferent to my turmoil, and the world felt quiet, too quiet. “Penny for your thoughts?” I turned to see Jake leaning against the doorframe, his tall frame silhouetted against the warm light from my room. He had that mischievous smile that made my heart skip a beat, but there was something softer in his eyes tonight. “You don’t have enough pennies,” I teased, trying to hide the mix of emotions swirling inside me. Jake stepped forward, his movements deliberate, until he was standing right in front of me. His hands rested on the railing on either side of me, trapping me in the most delicious way. “Then tell me for free,” he murmured,
The morning of my birthday arrived like any other day, except for the suspicious smiles and hushed voices that seemed to follow me around the packhouse. I could tell something was up, but no one would say a word. Even Jake had been unusually evasive, flashing his charming smile whenever I questioned him.“You’ll find out later,” he teased, brushing a kiss on my forehead before disappearing to attend to patrol duties.I sighed, wandering into the kitchen where the tantalizing scent of coffee and pastries greeted me. Althea and Fatima were already there, sitting at the counter with Sophie, who was helping herself to a cinnamon roll.“Morning, birthday girl!” Fatima chirped, holding up a mug of coffee as if in salute.“Happy birthday!” Althea added, her usually reserved expression softening into a genuine smile.“Thanks,” I said, taking the mug from Fatima. “You guys are acting weird. What’s going on?”“Who, us?” Fatima feigned innocence, nudging Sophie, who stifled a giggle. “We’re just
The morning sunlight streamed through the windows, casting golden hues across the packhouse. For the first time in weeks, it felt like we could breathe. The air still carried the weight of past battles, but for now, it was calm—a much-needed reprieve. Jake had left early to coordinate patrols, leaving me with Althea and Fatima to focus on what was quickly becoming our primary objective: fixing the barrier. It had been destroyed too easily during the last attack, and without it, the pack was vulnerable. Fatima stretched on the couch, her coffee mug balanced precariously on the armrest. “You know, for all the drama about magic, it’s kind of boring watching you two poke at spells all day.” Althea, sitting cross-legged on the floor surrounded by old spellbooks, shot her an irritated glance. “Maybe if you helped, it wouldn’t feel so boring.” “I’m human, remember?” Fatima replied with a smirk. “Magic isn’t exactly in my skill set.” I chuckled, flipping through another book. “Don’t
The air in the main hall was thick with distrust. Esther sat in the corner, her hands still bound with silver-lined chains, a quiet smirk playing on her lips. Her very presence set everyone on edge, a fox pretending to help the henhouse. Jake leaned against the far wall, arms crossed and his eyes glued to her every move, while Fatima busied herself gathering herbs and spell ingredients in the adjoining room. Althea paced near the large wooden table, her magic buzzing faintly in the air, a testament to her unease.As for me, I stood at the head of the table, trying to focus on the task at hand. The pack’s barrier had been our first line of defense, and without it, we were exposed. Vulnerable. I had to figure out a way to rebuild it, even if that meant working with someone like Esther.“We don’t need her,” Jake growled, his voice low but firm. “We can figure this out on our own.”“Can we?” I countered, my voice steady but not unkind. “She knows the Shadow Circle’s magic better than any
Esther sat before us, bound and glaring, her lips curled in a defiant sneer. Her once perfectly combed hair was now a tangled mess, her clothes tattered from the struggle that had finally brought her to her knees. Despite her disheveled appearance, there was something unnervingly composed about her. Her dark eyes seemed to glimmer with twisted amusement, as if this entire ordeal was just a game to her. But it wasn’t. Not to me. I stepped forward, crossing my arms as I regarded her. Jake stood to my right, his expression carved from stone, and Althea to my left, her hands trembling slightly, though she tried to hide it. Behind us, Fatima lingered, her sharp gaze never leaving Esther. “Who are you working with?” I asked, my voice colder than I intended. Esther laughed, a grating sound that sent shivers up my spine. “Straight to the point, are we?” “This isn’t a game,” Jake growled. She tilted her head, her smile widening. “Oh, Alpha, everything is a game. The question is w
The evening air was cool and gentle, a soft breeze carrying the earthy scent of the forest. I stood at the edge of the pack’s territory, the fading light casting an orange glow over the trees. For the first time in days, things felt calm. Peaceful. “Penny for your thoughts?” I turned to find Jake standing a few steps behind me, his hands shoved casually into his pockets. His dark eyes seemed to catch the fading sunlight, making them warmer than usual, like melted chocolate. “You’d be overpaying,” I said with a small smile. “Try me.” He stepped closer, his presence steady and comforting. I hesitated before answering. “I was just… thinking about everything. The pack, the deformed wolves, Althea…” I paused. “Us.” Jake’s lips quirked into a crooked smile. “I’m flattered I made the list.” I laughed softly, shaking my head. “You’re always on the list, Jake.” He closed the distance between us, his hand brushing mine before he intertwined our fingers. “Good to know.” We stoo
PRESENT DAYI sighed as my father drove me to school it felt like I was being dragged to hell. Just a few weeks ago, I was living comfortably with my mom, Emily McHawlin, my world as normal as it could get. Now, I was living with a man I barely knew. A man I had believed was dead my entire life. My father, Daniel, who had suddenly emerged from the shadows, insisting he was back for my own good. Life has a funny way of slapping you in the face when you least expect it, twisting fate in ways that leave you breathless.I shook my head, still unable to fully process the turn my life had taken. A new father, a new home, and now, a new school.I pulled my cross-body bag off the shelf and stuffed a few notebooks inside, trying to focus on the mundane task. My thoughts raced as I questioned how I even agreed to this. Me, Prisca McHawlin, starting a new life on someone else’s terms. Daniel had convinced me it was “healthy” to get back into a routine, but there was nothing healthy about this si...
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