Rejected by the Alpha

The full moon hung like a bleeding wound in the sky, bathing the Shadowthorn ritual grounds in crimson light. Aria’s heart hammered against her ribs as Alpha Kael Voss circled her on the raised stone platform, his golden eyes locked on hers with raw, predatory hunger.The entire pack watched,hundreds of wolves in human form, their breaths visible in the chill night air. Tonight was the Mating Ritual. Tonight, the Moon Goddess would decide.Kael stopped behind her. His massive frame radiated heat. One large hand slid around her throat, tilting her head back against his bare chest. The other gripped her hip, fingers digging into the thin white ceremonial gown that barely covered her.“Mine,” he growled low enough for only her to hear. His voice was gravel and smoke.The bond snapped into place like lightning. Aria gasped as liquid fire flooded her veins. Every nerve ending ignited. She could feel him,his wolf, his power, his need,pulsing inside her soul.Kael didn’t wait. He spun her ar

Pregnant

Aria ran until her lungs burned and her bare feet bled. The forest tore at her like the pack had,branches whipping her face, roots tripping her, cold mud sucking at her ankles. Kael’s rejection echoed in every heartbeat, a jagged wound where the mate bond used to sing.Weak human filth.The words sliced deeper than the bite on her neck. His seed still dripped down her thighs, sticky and mocking, as she stumbled deeper into the human territories beyond Shadowthorn land. No wolf would follow her here. They despised the cities,too loud, too weak, too human.She didn’t stop until the trees thinned and city lights stabbed her sensitive eyes. A dingy motel on the outskirts took her last twenty dollars. The clerk, a tired woman with nicotine stained fingers, didn’t ask questions when she saw the torn dress and bloody neck.Room 17 smelled of mold and old cigarettes. Aria locked the door, slid to the floor, and finally let the sobs tear free. She curled around the pain in her chest, rocking,

5 years

5 years later….The warehouse smelled of rust, gun oil, and wolf blood.Aria moved like smoke through the dim emergency lights, twin curved blades strapped to her thighs, black tactical gear hugging every curve her body had earned through five brutal years. At twenty four she was no longer the soft, hopeful girl who had spread her legs on a moonlit altar. She was a blade. A ghost. A mother who had learned that mercy got you killed.“Again,” she commanded, voice low and sharp.Luka and Lila dropped into fighting stances on the cracked concrete floor. Five years old and already lethal. Luka,dark hair like his father’s, golden eyes that sometimes bled into shadow,summoned tendrils of darkness that coiled around his small fists. Lila, with her mother’s fierce green eyes and a wild streak of silver in her hair, bared tiny fangs, claws extending with a soft snick.“Target,” Aria said.A rogue wolf they’d captured earlier snarled from the center of the circle, chained and muzzled. He’d been

Running away

Aria slammed the phone down, heart hammering. Shadows exploded from her hands, cracking the concrete walls. She forced them back under control, breathing through the rage.Five years. Five years of hiding, training, bleeding, and building something safe. And now that bastard wanted them back? She will never allow that to happen.She moved to the weapons wall and began loading up,silver daggers, spelled bullets, a garrote made from Crimsonfang alpha hair. The twins would need to be ready. She would teach them more tonight. Harder drills. No more gentle stories.“Mommy?”Lila stood in the doorway in her black pajamas, rubbing her eyes. Luka was right behind her, shadows already curling around his feet.“Bad men coming?” Luka asked.Aria knelt and pulled them both into her arms, inhaling their scent,wild pine, shadow, and that unmistakable trace of Kael that made her want to both protect and destroy.“Yes,” she whispered. “But we’re stronger. Remember what I taught you?”“Never bow,” the

The alpha’s Heirs

The black SUV smelled of leather, wolfsbane, and barely contained rage. Aria sat in the middle row, wrists bound with spelled silver cuffs that burned like acid against her skin. Luka and Lila were strapped in on either side of her, small bodies tense but silent. Their eyes glowed faintly in the dark interior,Luka’s shadows flickering at his fingertips, Lila’s tiny claws digging into the seat.Beta Ronan drove, his reflection in the rearview mirror smug. Two enforcers flanked the vehicle in matching black trucks. They had caught up with them just outside Seattle, overwhelming Aria’s wards with sheer numbers. She had killed four before they tranqed her. The memory of her children’s frightened faces still made her blood boil.“Comfortable, little shadow?” Ronan asked, voice dripping mockery. “Alpha’s been waiting five years for this family reunion.”“Touch my children again and I’ll wear your intestines as a necklace,” Aria hissed.Lila bared her teeth. “Mommy will eat you.”Ronan laugh

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Rejected by the Alpha

Pregnant

5 years

Running away

The alpha’s Heirs