All Chapters of The Wolf Who Shouldn’t Love: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

The Curse of the First Mate ••• The forest of Nightbrae had never been silent. Even in the deepest hours of night, the wind whispered through the living trees, roots twisted beneath the soil, and the faint hum of magic lingered in the air. But tonight, the forest was holding its breath. It began with a ripple, a pulse, almost like a heartbeat. The great oaks and ancient yews, older than memory, trembled ever so slightly. Their leaves shifted, brushing against one another in a sound that resembled a sigh… or a warning. Something was coming. Something that the forest itself feared. Queen Lymera Varynthorn walked among the shadows, the hem of her silver cloak trailing behind her. Her golden hair shimmered in the moonlight, a bright contrast against the darkness that enveloped the northern ridge of Nightbrae Hill. She was both a vision and a weapon—royalty and predator, a mate of the Alpha King, Thalen Varynthorn, and the last hope to stabilize the delicate balance of the living fores

Shadows of the Living Forest ••• Aella’s hand trembled in his. The warmth radiating from the Alpha King… Thalen Varynthorn,was more than physical; it was commanding, magnetic, almost suffocating in the oppressive night of the living forest. She had expected fear, confrontation, maybe even death. Instead, she felt an unspoken question in the heat of his gaze: trust me. And despite every warning she had learned in her life, every instinct that had kept her alive among wolves and humans alike, she felt herself answering yes. The forest shifted beneath their feet, roots parting and curling gently to create a path as they moved. Moonfire glowed along the trail, pale silver illuminating the rough terrain of Nightbrae Hill. It was warm, as if the forest itself exhaled in relief at their unity. But the relief was fleeting. Every so often, shadows stretched unnaturally between the trees, bending in impossible directions, whispering warnings she could not understand. Aella glanced at him.

The Pulse of Desire•••The night clung to the Hollow Glen like a velvet shroud, thick and intoxicating, and Aella felt it press against her skin in a way she had never experienced. Every heartbeat, every shiver of the leaves, seemed attuned to her own rhythm, echoing the pulse of her rising anxiety and something else. Something she had not yet named but could feel tightening in her chest whenever Thalen’s golden eyes lingered on her too long.She followed him silently, fingers brushing against the ancient roots that twisted like serpents beneath her feet. The forest hummed beneath her palms, and she sensed the raw power of the Heartwood still thrumming in her veins. Each pulse seemed to make her more aware of the energy radiating from Thalen as well. There was something about him… the commanding strength, the wolf-born dominance, the way the forest itself seemed to bend toward him that made her stomach clench, her pulse quicken.They moved cautiously through a narrow corridor of tree

Secrets and Shadows ••• The forest greeted Aella with its subtle, omnipresent heartbeat as dawn broke over Hollow Glen. Shafts of golden sunlight filtered through the ancient canopy, catching the dewdrops on moss and leaves and scattering them like fragile stars across the forest floor. The Heartwood pulsed faintly beneath her bare feet, as if acknowledging her presence, whispering in an ancient language only she could understand. Aella breathed deeply, savoring the calm that followed the chaos of the previous night. Yet beneath the surface, tension lingered like a tightly coiled spring. The Red Fang scouts and corrupted Ferals had retreated, but their shadow remained, and she could feel the weight of the Dominion’s gaze on her even now. Her pulse quickened, not from fear, but anticipation. Every nerve hummed with alertness, each leaf and branch seeming to echo the residue of danger that lingered. A soft rustle behind her pulled her from the reverie. Thalen emerged from the sh

Ashes and Desire ••• The Dominion woke under a sky heavy with clouds, the forest canopy above dense with a foreboding twilight that had settled unusually early for the season. The Heartwood hummed faintly beneath Aella’s feet as she strode through the central clearing, robes brushing against the moss, silver energy faintly radiating from her palms. Every heartbeat echoed like a drum, both from the urgency of the news she had received and from the heat still lingering from Thalen’s nearness, the intimacy they shared lingering like a secret flame beneath the surface of her composure. Thalen walked beside her, the Alpha’s presence radiating command, golden eyes scanning the horizon, muscles coiled with readiness. He was a predator at attention, every movement precise, every gesture powerful, yet even in his authority, he was attuned to her. A brush of his fingers along her wrist or the faint pressure of his hand near her lower back was enough to make her pulse quicken dangerously,