All Chapters of Alora's Windsong: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

I woke to the smell of coffee brewing just as my alarm was about to scream at me. Two cups and a quick shower—that was all the time I had before the twenty-minute walk to the diner. Jobs were scarce, and when that little handwritten sign in the window said Help Wanted, I didn’t think twice.Two more paychecks. That’s all I needed to get my motorcycle back on the road. My grandfather hated the bike. Said it was reckless, dangerous, a waste of money. But when I’m on it, the world finally feels like mine. He always brags about my older sister’s car and how well she’s doing. Never mind, she’s wrecked three already. She’s the golden child, the one who gets spoiled. I’m the one who gets compared.The wind outside rattled the kitchen window, carrying a sound that almost wasn’t a sound at all—low, hollow, like a hum beneath the morning air. I shook it off, grabbed my mug, and told myself I didn’t hear it.I hated working in fast food, but it was close enough to walk, and at least it kept me af

My eighteenth birthday was a week after graduation. I wasn’t too interested in finding my mate, but I was excited about meeting my lycan.I’d dreamed of her voice before, a whisper sliding into the corners of my mind, soft but steady, like the hum of a storm waiting to break. But this time it was different. This time, the voice carried weight, power, and the sharp certainty that I wasn’t alone anymore.*Alora,* she breathed, and I shivered.Heat flared through my chest, spreading down my arms, pooling low in my stomach like molten fire. My heart pounded so hard it shook my ribs. Every nerve felt alive, sharper than before—the scrape of my shoes against gravel, the distant buzz of the diner’s neon sign, the cool sting of night air. It was as if the world had been muted until now.*I’ve been waiting for you,* she whispered again. Her voice was wild silk, both fierce and tender. *We are one now*I staggered against the wall, pressing my palm flat against the bricks to ground myself. My sk

He leaned casually against my bike like he owned it, his arms folded across his bare chest, that devilish smile curling at the edges. Moonlight caught the sharp lines of his jaw, the wild tumble of his dark hair, and the raw confidence in his stance. He looked older, stronger, but not by much. His presence was dangerous, too smooth, too sure of himself, and yet every part of me was drawn to him.His body was built for speed and strength, all lean muscle stretched across broad shoulders and a sculpted chest. His skin carried the warm olive tone of his lineage, and under the moonlight it looked like polished bronze. Dark hair fell in loose, messy strands that brushed his forehead, just long enough to hint at rebellion. And his eyes—goddess, his eyes—were a molten gold that seemed to see straight through me, sharp and hungry, like a predator sizing up his prey.Jag was tugging at me to go to him. But I froze, Alpha's words screaming in my head..“No breeding out!!” His only rule, and I was

Graduation was only a week away, and there had been no more sightings of the rogues. Our pack was easing back to normal, though my nerves hadn’t caught up yet. There was so much to do—I still needed to secure a room on campus.I eased my bike into a parking space just as someone approached me. “Alora Windsong?” he asked.I nodded, wary.“The Dean wants to see you. Follow me,” he said with a boyish smile.My stomach twisted. What now? My mind raced immediately to my grandfather. He was furious—he’d just found out that his pride and joy wouldn’t be graduating this year. My sister’s grades weren’t enough, and I could already imagine the storm brewing in him. I braced myself, half-expecting to find him waiting in the Dean’s office, ready to shame me in front of everyone.But to my surprise, it wasn’t Grandpa at all. It was Alpha Ryker.“Ah, there she is,” he said warmly, pulling me into a hug. “This is my unofficial adopted daughter.”His words hit hard, sinking deeper than I expected. My

I called in sick to work. I wasn’t sick, not really. But the truth clawing inside me wouldn’t let me pretend for another shift. I needed to talk to Alpha.I slowed my bike as the mansion came into view. Ryker was already outside, deep in conversation with his Beta. He glanced up when he heard my engine and smiled at me—until he saw my eyes. His smile faltered. Concern replaced it instantly.Beta Michael excused himself, and Ryker was already moving toward me as I pulled off my helmet. “Everything okay, hun?” he asked gently.The tears betrayed me. I shook my head, and he guided me inside without another word. In his study, he shut the door, then pulled me against him, warm and steady. “What’s going on, love?”“I need you to tell me everything about you and Mom,” I whispered, wiping at my face.Confusion flickered across his features. “I’ve told you… she lived here after her father cast her out. After she got her Lycan, we became mates. Chosen mates.”*Ask him where they first mated,* J