All Chapters of The Fated Series: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

The Breaking MoonThe pearls on Evandra’s vanity glowed faintly under the golden lamplight, but her eyes were fixed on the dress instead. Champagne sequins shimmered like liquid starlight each time she shifted, catching and throwing flecks of light across her bedroom. She smoothed her palms down the fabric, steadying her nerves with the ritual. Tonight was the Moon Gala—the grandest event of the year, where every Alpha and Luna gathered under the watchful Moon Goddess’s gaze. It was supposed to be a celebration of unity, of strength, of bonds forged and unbroken, vows renewed, of bonds woven tighter under the silver blessing of the moon.For Evandra, it felt like a test.“Are you ready?” Jalen’s voice cut through her thoughts, deep but clipped, like the snap of a frozen branch.She turned. Her husband—her mate, her Alpha—stood in the doorway wearing a tailored black suit. The jacket was cut perfectly to his broad shoulders, his dark hair slicked back, his face carved in stern lines. S

Ashes and FoundationsEvandraThe forest seemed endless, a maze of shadows and silence broken only by the distant call of owls. Evandra pulled her shawl tighter around her shoulders, though it did little against the bite of the evening wind. Every breath still carried the dull ache of rejection, like splinters lodged in her lungs.She couldn’t go to another pack. To cross a border without ties, without protection, was to sign her own death warrant. So the forest would be her prison—and her home.Her wolf stirred within her, restless, aching. Don’t let us slip, Sage whispered, her voice ragged with grief. If we lose ourselves, if we let the madness take root, we’ll become nothing but a feral shadow.Evie pressed a hand to her heart. “I won’t let that happen,” she whispered aloud. “We’ll survive. Somehow.”It wasn’t enough to just wander, to waste away in tears and agony. If she meant to stay alive, she had to keep herself sane, had to keep herself grounded.So, she began to plan. She w

Blood and MoonlightThe next day was rain again. All day long. Evandra went out to hunt and came back to her hut with a small rabbit. She shifted outside of the hut and allowed Sage a moment to devour the rabbit. She couldn’t build a fire with everything being so wet and she knew she couldn’t eat the rabbit raw. Letting Sage it for them in her wolf form was the easiest way to go about it. Evandra couldn’t let herself starve. She needed her strength and energy.The night came fast and it was heavy with silence. Too heavy.It had finally stopped raining and the storm had passed, but the air still clung with dampness. She was able to dry out some wood. Evandra sat near the weak fire she had pieced together, coaxing it to life little by little. She listened—every crackle of flame, every shifting branch outside her hut—her body tense.Then she caught it.The scent. Bitter, foul, carrying rot and fury. Rogues.Her blood iced. She stood, eyes darting toward the door. They were close, circlin

Chapter Seven – The Ropes of TruthTristanTristan shut the infirmary door behind him, the weight of his wolf pressing hard against his chest. Thorne prowled, restless, snarling with need. She is ours. Ours. Claim her now.Tristan ignored the voice, his jaw hardening. The woman tied to the bed was no ordinary trespasser—he knew her face, her presence. She was Evandra Johnson, Luna of the Pearl Pack. Or she had been.And now she was here. Broken. Alone. Reeking of rogue blood.He stepped closer, his eyes sharp and unforgiving. “Why are you here?” he demanded, voice like steel. “Did you betray your pack? Are you running with rogues now?”Evandra’s breath hitched. Her lip trembled, though she tried to steel it. “I didn’t—” Her voice cracked, breaking like glass. “I didn’t betray anyone.”Tears welled, spilling before she could stop them. Her body shook against the restraints, shoulders curling in as the weight of his words pressed down. “I just… I just lost everything.” She said it throu

The Alpha’s DilemmaTristan POVTristan stood outside the infirmary, jaw clenched so hard his teeth ached. The scent of her clung to him even through the closed door—wildflowers and rain, maddeningly sweet, wrapping around his senses like a snare.Thorne prowled in his chest, restless, claws dragging across his soul. She is ours, the wolf snarled. Claim her. Hold her. Protect her from everyone, even your own guards.“She’s a stranger,” Tristan muttered under his breath. “A rogue. An ex-Pearl pack member. My mate or not, she is a risk.”She is not a rogue, Thorne snapped. She fights like us. Bleeds like us. Smells like truth. You saw her eyes, Tristan—you know she is not lying.Tristan dragged a hand through his pale hair, tugging at the strands until pain sparked across his scalp. He couldn’t let himself give in. The mate bond was a gift, yes—but it could also be a curse. If he accepted her blindly, he could be endangering his entire pack. The Melting Moon wolves depended on him to be