The Hunter’s Rue

Selene The Royal Gala was far more than a mere celebration; while Queen Luna Agatha and King Alpha Rowan’s invitations spoke of a gathering in honor of the Moon Goddess, the true agenda remained strictly political. It paved the way to trade routes, constant heated negotiations over territorial expansion; every look exchanged between Alphas in the corner of the ballroom was a potential treaty wrapped in a sophisticated atmosphere, clicking glasses of expensive beverages and soft music and polite conversation, aiming for everyone to leave with a win. It was carefully planned so that every pack leader would leave having secured something truly beneficial for their own pack members. While the location of the Wild Forest Pack was a closely guarded secret, simply because it was the home of the White Wolf clan, a group that had survived for generations by keeping their sanctuary hidden deep in the remote northern wilderness. To other werewolves, the clan was more like a legend than real

Hunter Black, the Alpha of the Silver Moon Pack, was a wall of pure, curved muscle. Even slumped in the backseat of his SUV, he looked like a predator merely resting between kills. His broad shoulders stretched the fabric of his dark, tailored shirt, and his skin bore the faint, jagged reminders of a dozen border skirmishes. He owned the kind of effortless, heavy power that made other wolves instinctively lower their eyes when he entered a room. He shifted, eyes fluttering shut to block out his Beta’s drone. "Hunter, we're two hours late," Dan muttered, knuckles white as he gripped the wheel. "The Hais family will take this as an insult. We need this alliance, and I am certain you did not need those two extra hours 'consulting' with Meg before we left." Hunter did not look up, his massive frame radiating a smug, lingering heat. He simply crossed his arms behind his head and closed his eyes, savoring the memory of his encounter with Meg. "The Hais family values strength, Dan," Hunter

Alpha Rowan & Luna Agatha It was the kind of night that felt immortal, the air thick with the scent of roasted meat and celebration. Members were living it up, the sound of laughter clashing with the rhythmic thrum of music as people hit the dance floor. Over by the drinks, a few lucky souls were having their lives turned upside down as they locked eyes with their fated mates, the spark of recognition clear even from across the room. Meanwhile, Alpha Rowan adjusted his cufflinks, his gaze sweeping over the vibrant crowd with a rare, satisfied glint in his eyes. He leaned back against the stone railing, a glass of dark amber liquor in his hand. "Look at them, Agatha," Rowan murmured, his voice a low rumble of pride. "The Southern pack representatives are actually laughing with our scouts. I don’t think I’ve seen this much genuine cooperation in years." Luna Agatha stood beside him, her posture elegant and unyielding, a small, knowing smile playing on her lips “A victory, yes. But we

HunterI’ve known Dan, who is our Beta, practically my whole life, ever since we were crawling around on the floor together. With his dad serving as the previous Beta and our moms joined at the hip, their house was just a few steps from our pack-house, went to the same school and competed side-by-side every morning in training sessions. We saw way more of each other than we ever did of our live-in maids. Back then, by the time we hit fourteen, we both begged our parents to let him move into the pack-house permanently, just so we could spend even more time together. Big mistake. Because now that we're twenty-five, I honestly can't get rid of his sorry ass for a straight two hours. At this point, meditation was the only thing keeping me from strangling him for all his constant bitching. Dan evolved into my shadow, my Beta, and my best friend all rolled into one, mostly because someone had to keep a clear head around here, seeing as how I was too busy letting my own dick take the