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Marigold POVI swear, dawn never looked this cursed.The sky was that eerie pinkish-gray that screamed something’s about to go to hell, and the air? It reeked of death, wet fur, and whatever perfume of evil the Queen was wearing these days. I could still hear the faint echo of her whispers—soft, sultry, venomous.“Come home, little wolf. You belong to me…”Yeah, sure, Your Royal Corpse-ness. I’ll come home—right after I shove a silver dagger through your undead heart.We were running again. Me, Alpha Gregor, and Barbie—the world’s grumpiest, most glittery fae—bolting through the cursed mountain pass like our tails were on fire. The mist was so thick I could barely see my paws, but my wolf could feelit: danger, blood, magic. Every nerve in my body was alive, humming from the blue potion Barbie made me drink last night. I swear it was like Fae Red Bull mixed with ancient chaos.“Can we not run through another haunted mountain, please?” Barbie shouted from above, wings flickering with bl

Marigold POVOkay, so here’s the thing—when Barbie said “this place is untraceable,” I actually believed her.Big mistake.But let’s rewind a little before everything went to hell.We were camped beside this ridiculously majestic lake—like, I’m talking misty waterfall, glowing blue fish, enchanted air that smelled like rain and lilies and probably ancient secrets. The whole scene screamed “healing retreat ad for supernatural influencers.”The lake mirrored the jagged cliffs above us, and the ravine nearby dropped so deep it felt like it led straight to hell—or, you know, Monday mornings.According to Barbie, the place was magically untraceable. Even human tech couldn’t find us here. Something about Fae energy scrambling satellites, sensors, drones, you name it.So yeah, for a hot second, I relaxed.We had a small fire going, fish sizzling on a rock pan, wild potatoes roasting in ash. Alpha Gregor sat across from me, his shirt half torn, his face scratched, looking all heroic and brood

Beta Xander POVThe march began before dawn, when the mountains still held their breath and the mist clung low like a secret. I rode at the front of the column, horse’s flank slick beneath my palm, cloak pressed close to keep the chill from biting through bone. Three hundred wolves followed—warrior veterans, Alpha Gregor’s loyalists, and fighters from smaller packs who owed favors or blood. We were not an army in any formal sense; we were a hunting pack with torches and purpose and a single unspoken promise: bring them home.My boots kept time against stirrups. My mind did not.There had been an email from the king that morning—formal, glossy, and inconveniently helpful. His Majesty will send his contingent it read. The royal seal had been affixed with all the pomp required by court ceremony. Whoever had written the message had been careful, but the content had a smell I knew well: politics. The king’s men would arrive in a day, maybe two. That might help Prince Leon and Sugar—whoever

A few hours later.The mountain burned that night.Flames licked the black sky like the fingers of gods drunk on vengeance. The cursed valley—once whispered of in lullabies to scare pups into obedience—was now a war zone. Smoke choked the stars, and the scent of blood thickened the air until even the ravens fled.I felt the wolfsbane leave my veins like a curse unraveling. My body convulsed, bones cracking, skin splitting as my wolf roared free. The agony was pure—but so was the rage. I could taste the death in the air.“Marigold, with me!” Gregor’s voice thundered through the bond, raw, guttural, alive.I turned to see him—Alpha Gregor—no longer the broken captive from the lab. He was enormous now, fur black as night, eyes burning crimson-gold like a dying sun. The earth itself trembled beneath his paws.And then I shifted.My wolf form—dark warrior with veins of midnight flame—burst into being. Shadows rippled off my fur like smoke, the ancient bloodline awakening at last. The power

The Alpha's Reluctant TemptationAuto Saved Word Count 137629/70Marigold POVBy the time we reached the borders of Gregor’s pack, I was so tired I could’ve faceplanted into a rock and called it a nap.But the moment the first howl echoed through the pines — that deep, thunderous call of home — something in me snapped awake.The mountain opened up into a sprawling valley, the kind of wild beauty that looked stolen out of a dream. Pine trees dripping with frost, rivers gleaming like glass threads, and in the middle of it all… the pack village.Not huts. Not tents. Actual stone houses and mansions wrapped in warm golden light. Smoke rising from chimneys. Laughter spilling into the crisp morning air.We were home.And when I say they welcomed us, I mean it — they welcomed us.Wolves in their human forms ran to meet us, cheering, hugging Gregor like he’d risen from the grave (which, honestly, wasn’t far from the truth).“Alpha Gregor!”“Long live our Alpha!”“Luna Marigold!” someone sho