Todos os capítulos de He built an empire by blood, she's going to tear it down: Capítulo 1 - Capítulo 10

The Blood Moon Pack has grown into a sprawling empire. The main packhouse—a fortress of stone and steel surrounded by endless forests. Large packhouses were strategically located within an hours run apart from each other. At each location there were training grounds, and warrior camps. The air hummed with power, the scent of dominance woven into every corner.Alpha Raul stood at the balcony of his private chambers, surveying the land he had conquered. Dozens of packs had bent to his will over the years. His name was spoken in fear across the nation.But fear was no longer enough.At fifty-five, Raul’s hunger had evolved. Land and submission were not enough. He wanted time. Endless time. Immortality.His wolf paced inside him, restless, claws scraping against the cage of his control. We are strong. We are eternal. Find a way. Make it so.Raul’s amber eyes narrowed as he watched warriors sparring below. He had built an empire of blood and iron, yet the thought of mortality gnawed at him

The announcement came like a thunderclap.Raul stood at the head of the great hall, his voice carrying over the crowd of warriors and pack members gathered at the packhouse the morning after the Blood Moon Festival. “Blood Moon will host an annual Christmas Ball,” he declared, amber eyes gleaming like molten gold. “Not just for us—but for every pack touching our borders. A celebration of unity. A chance for our wolves to find their Goddess-gifted mates who might be living in a different pack.”The room erupted in murmurs of surprise and excitement. Wolves exchanged glances, whispers rippling like wind through tall grass. Raul’s smile was sharp, predatory—a mask of benevolence stretched over hunger.Mia stood near the back, her chest tightening as the words sank in. Unity? Raul doesn’t care about unity. He doesn’t care about love or Goddess-gifted bonds. He’s up to something. Her rare purple eyes narrowed, tracking the way her father’s gaze swept the room—not with warmth, but calculati

Fox’s arrival at the Red Fang Packhouse was nothing short of welcoming. The halls were alive with celebration, wolves gathered to honor the future Luna. Palo stood at the center of it all, his midnight black hair tucked behind his ears and curling at the nape of his neck, his smile warm and proud as he introduced her to his pack. When the marking and mating came, it was tender—Palo’s touch reverent, his voice low and soothing as he guided her through each step, ensuring she felt safe and cherished. Fox had never known intimacy before, and Palo’s patience turned what could have been overwhelming into something beautiful, something that felt like trust.Her first heat came weeks later, and though they hoped for a pup, none was conceived. Fox tried to hid her disappointment behind bright smiles, but Palo never let her feel less than whole. He encouraged her to finish high school, to pursue any education she wished, promising her that her dreams mattered as much as his. To everyone watchi

Olie The chandeliers glittered overhead, but Olie barely noticed. The ball was winding down, laughter spilling like wine across the room, yet her wolf prowled beneath her skin, restless and wild. Lily was radiant, glowing with the joy of her new bond, and Olie was happy for her—truly. But as she watched her sister’s smile, a pang of longing twisted deep inside.She slipped away into the cold night, sapphire gown trailing like spilled ink across snow. The garden was silent, the air sharp with frost. Olie hung her dress on a low branch, inhaled deeply, and shifted. Her wolf—white as winter—burst free, sleek and luminous under the moonlight.Freedom. Silence. The forest welcomed her like an old friend. She ran east toward her favorite stream, paws pounding against frozen earth, chasing the calm she couldn’t find inside the packhouse.And then she saw him.Julio Julio stood at the water’s edge, moonlight painting silver across the stream. He had come here to escape the noise, the politi

The forest was quiet, save for the soft rush of the stream and the whisper of wind through frost-tipped pines. Olie and Julio stood at the edge of the water, moonlight washing the world in silver. Beneath her skin, her wolf prowled—alert, satisfied, and aching with anticipation.Julio reached for her hand, his fingers warm despite the cold. He didn’t speak. He didn’t need to. His gaze held hers, steady and unyielding, the pull of their bond pressing down on them like something inevitable.Olie stepped closer.His hand settled at the small of her back, anchoring her. Her breath caught as her wolf surged forward in triumph, claws scraping at the edges of her control. Desire licked through her, wild and insistent. She could feel the heat of him, the steady rhythm of his heart, the way his presence wrapped around her like a promise.Julio drew her into him, solid and sure. The awareness of him sent a shiver through her, her instincts flaring hot and bright.When he kissed her, it was gent