MasukIMOGEN LANCASTER has spent six years as an outcast in the Williams pack, hiding her true heritage as the last heir of a slaughtered Alpha bloodline. Tormented by the Williams triplets: KYLE, ASHER, and CASPIAN, she’s convinced herself she’s worthless, unaware that their cruelty was orchestrated by a traitor working to prevent an ancient prophecy. On her eighteenth birthday, Imogen’s first shift reveals her as the legendary Marble Wolf, whose multicoloured coat marks her as the Goddess’s chosen one, destined to unite the four Guardian bloodlines. Worse, she discovers the triplets are her fated mates—a triple bond blessed by the Goddess herself. As Imogen struggles to reconcile years of pain with the undeniable pull of her mate bonds, darker forces emerge. XAVIER SILVERCLAW arrives to claim her through an ancient betrothal contract, intending to use her as breeding stock. When the Goddess channels through Imogen to strip Xavier of his power, his ally ELIZA SILVERTHORNE—a distant, corrupted Lancaster relative—takes up the cause, kidnapping Guardian bloodline wolves and attempting to corrupt Imogen’s bonds. With her grandmother’s long-hidden secrets finally revealed and her childhood friend HAMISH discovered alive after years of captivity, Imogen must embrace her destiny. She learns that true strength comes not from domination but from service, and that the prophecy isn’t about ruling—it’s about healing. By completing her bonds with all three mates and channelling divine power to defeat Eliza, Imogen proves that love conquers manipulation. The Marble Wolf’s true purpose isn’t conquest, it’s restoration.
Lihat lebih banyak"Clearly not," Marcus said, his arm still supporting my weight. "And I'd suggest you leave before those Williams boys show up. They're not going to be happy about you threatening their mate."As if summoned by his words, the roar of motorcycles filled the air outside. Through the coffee shop's windows, I could see Kyle, Caspian, and Asher pulling up, their faces dark with fury as they took in the scene through the glass.Xavier struggled to his feet, swaying slightly. "You have no idea what you've unleashed," he said, but the threat in his voice was hollow now. "There are others. Darker things than me.""Then they can get in line," I replied, surprised by my own boldness. "Because I'm done being afraid."The Williams brothers burst through the door, their eyes immediately scanning for threats. Kyle's gaze locked onto Xavier, and I felt his rage spike through our bond so intensely it made me dizzy."You,
"I'm learning," I said, standing slowly. The magic I'd felt yesterday began to stir beneath my skin, responding to the threat. Golden light flickered around my fingertips, barely visible but definitely there. "And apparently, I'm better at it than you expected." Xavier took another step back, his hand pressed to his chest where I could see sweat beading on his forehead. Whatever spell I'd cast was clearly working, eating away at the connection between him and his wolf. "This isn't over," he gasped, his voice strained. "I have other ways to claim what's mine." "I'm not yours," I said firmly, the golden light growing brighter around my hands. "I never was, and I never will be. The contract is broken, your claim is void, and if you come near me again, losing your wolf will be the least of your problems." The threat rolled off my tongue with an authority I hadn't known I possessed. Through our bond, I felt the Will
Marcus leaned back in his chair, studying me with those kind hazel eyes. "You broke an ancient blood contract using magic that's been extinct for centuries. You told off Elder Michaels in front of the entire pack council. You're sitting here having coffee with me instead of hiding in your room." He smiled slightly. "Trust me, you're fighting." I pulled my journal out of my purse, running my fingers over the worn leather cover. "Kyle returned this to me last night. My old journal, from when I first came to the pack." "The one from that night?" Marcus's voice was gentle, understanding. "Yeah. Along with a picture of my parents, I thought was lost forever." I opened the journal carefully, showing him the photograph tucked inside the front cover. Marcus studied the image, his expression softening. "You look just like your mother. And your father... he looks proud." "They were good parents," I said quietly. "I wi
I picked up a pen from the nightstand, opened to a fresh page, and began to write. *Dear Mom and Dad,* *It's been six years since I last wrote to you. Six years of trying to forget that night, of trying to become invisible. So much has happened in the past two days that I barely know where to begin...* The words flowed out of me, page after page of everything I'd kept bottled up. My shift, the triple bond, the Goddess speaking through me, Xavier Silverclaw's threats, the Williams brothers' confessions. By the time I finished, pale morning light was filtering through the curtains, and my hand was cramped from writing. I closed the journal, tucked the photograph carefully inside, and finally allowed myself to sleep. When I woke, it was nearly nine o'clock. I sat up and noticed someone had been in my room. It wasn’t hard to tell it was Asher. There were some new clothes sitting on the dresser, along with what looked like some kind of package with a note.I didn’t want to wake you. Ky
I must have fallen asleep from sheer emotional exhaustion, because when I opened my eyes again, moonlight was streaming through the windows. My phone showed it was just after midnight. Three new texts waited, one from each brother, but I couldn't bring myself to read the
His response came quickly: *We all could. Especially with Silverclaw circling. Want to meet tomorrow? Somewhere NOT at school?*I considered it. Getting away from the Williams house, away from the constant pull of the triple bond and the weight of everyone's e
"Among others," he admitted reluctantly. "But Dad shut it down quickly. Made it clear that the Goddess herself had blessed the bond, and questioning it was questioning her will.""Right, because that'll definitely make them love me more." I pressed my palms ag
"Not well, at first," she admitted. "I tried to be perfect. To never give anyone a reason to criticise me. It was exhausting.""And now?" I asked, genuinely curious despite myself."Now I remember that what others think of me is their business, not mine." Her eyes held mine steadily. "The people wh
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