My Mate

~Valerie~I lie back against the cold stone wall, my fingers pressing hard against the bleeding puncture wounds on my left shoulder.The dark cell is deathly quiet now, saved only by the distant, muffled echoes of wind howling through the high ventilation shaft. My mind is a tangled, chaotic mess. Every realization hits me like a blow to the chest, leaving me lightheaded and gasping for air in the dim gray light. My entire life feels like a cruel, dark joke written by a twisted god.Look at where I am. Look at who I am bound to.My fated mate is Silas Holt—a scarred Rogue Alpha, a monster who dragged me out of my life, locked me in a subterranean hole, and deliberately tortured my senses with forced heat to lure out his enemies.And who are those enemies? My other two bonded mates.Ronan, a man bound to the shadows of my past, connected to my mother in ways I still don't fully understand. And Evander Creed, a cold, ruthless Alpha whose name makes full-grown warriors flinch in fear—a m

His Mind Is Gone

~Valerie~The air inside the dark cell turns so thick and suffocating with heat that pulling a single breath into my lungs feels like swallowing hot ash. Silas’s broad, towering frame pins me flat against the damp concrete floor. The rough, gritty surface of the rock scrapes painfully against my bare spine with every heave of his broad chest, grinding small pebbles and cold iron dust straight into my skin.His human mind is gone, drowned beneath a dark, endless sea of primitive compulsion. His beast is entirely blind to pack politics, years of revenge, or twenty years of bitter blood feuds—it is driven solely by the mandate to seal the fated connection before the universe can tear us apart.My Lunara pheromones flare out in a desperate, overwhelming surge through my blood, bursting out of my pores and filling the small, enclosed room with a heavy cloud of sweet vanilla and white-hot static. Instead of calming his unhinged frenzy, the scent hits his wild wolf like kerosene tossed onto

No More

~Valerie~Day four didn't arrive with light, it bled into the cell as a thick, pressing weight that made the very air feel suffocating.“Silas... please..." The words scraped out of my dry, shredded throat, barely more than a scratchy rasp against the stone floor. "I can't... I can't take any more..."Silas didn't answer with words—his mind was still buried beneath ninety-six hours of primal frenzy—but the wild violence in his wolf had shifted into something protective. His broad, calloused palms curved tightly around the arch of my waist, dragging me back against the furnace of his chest."No—wait—" I choked out, my hands flying to his corded forearms to push him away.Instead of shoving him, my fingers instinctively clawed into his skin as he shifted his weight, driving himself deep into me with a slow, deep thrust.A sharp, involuntary moan tore from my lips before I could bite it back.“Ah—!”I slammed my eyes shut, burying my face into the cold concrete. Don't do that. Don't make

Holding Us Together

~Valerie~Silas blinks, his golden eyes slowly clearing of the feral haze as he looks down at the severe, dark bruises covering my neck and shoulders. His chest freezes mid-breath. His human mind, buried for five days beneath the violent storm of the rut, crashes back to the surface with the force of a falling mountain. He looks down at our joined bodies, at the dried blood on my skin, and the raw, purple marks left by his claws."No..." he rasps, his voice a dry, broken whisper.He tries to yank himself backward in denial, but his body betrays him. His knot is still holding us together, locking him inside me. The move pulls sharply against my bruised core, making me gasp in pain. He freezes instantly, his large, scarred body tenses with shock. He can't run. He can't put distance between us. He is forced to remain in the closeness of the woman he dragged into a dungeon as bait.I watch his composure shatter into panic. The fearless, unstoppable Rogue Alpha who shattered iron doors wit

A Curse

~Valerie~The silence in the dungeon feels heavier now, loaded with the weight of dead children and burned homes. Silas sits beside me against the cold wall, his head resting back against the blood-stained stone. His scarred chest heaves as he tries to pull a clean breath through his tight throat. The horror of his past hangs in the damp air between us, but the story isn't finished yet."The massacre wasn't just the end of my family," Silas says, his voice a rumbling vibration that rattles right through the floor and into my spine. "It broke something inside my blood."He tightens his fists, the muscles in his forearms bulging as he fights down a growl rising in his chest. I can taste dry dust and cold iron on the back of my tongue as I listen, tooted to the spot by the intense, painful honesty in his voice."When an Alpha's entire pack is slaughtered, the land is stained, and the ancient pack laws are shattered, the beast goes insane," he continues, his golden eyes staring straight i

Caught Between Ancient Feud

~Valerie~Silas turns on his heel and strides out of the cell, his broad back tenses with Alpha dominance as he goes to face his pack. Minutes later, the heavy footsteps of a young wolf maid echo down the stone corridor. She carries a basin of warm water, clean clothes, and a tray of hot food, her eyes kept low to the floor in respect. She leads me up the winding stairs into Silas's private quarters—a surprisingly spacious room lined with dark wood, furs, and a deep copper tub."The Alpha ordered that you be bathed, dressed, and fed, Lady Valerie," the maid whispers nervously, setting down a steaming bowl of thick stew before bowing her head and slipping out the door, locking it softly behind her.I submerge myself in the hot water, watching the dark layers of sweat, dust, and dried blood dissolve into the steam. As the water soothes my bruised skin, the healing sting of Silas’s raw mark on my collarbone begins to settle into a deep, steady pulse.With the noise of the dungeon gone, t