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AURORA Memories of being with Damon moved quietly through my thoughts, and warmth spread through my body as I remembered. Back then he had always carried himself with control. Calm on the surface. Still, the wolf inside me had always sensed something else beneath it. A quiet edge of aggression that called to me every time he came close.A low rumble began forming deep in my throat. It rose before I could stop it. I forced the sound back down and swallowed hard. The wolf could not be part of this moment. If I allowed it in, neither of us would stop before things went too far.Damon surprised me.He did not rush. He did not push for more.Instead, he stayed slow and careful. His mouth lingered against mine, tasting me again and again with steady movements of his tongue. Every so often his teeth caught my lips in soft, teasing bites. Each small touch sent new sparks through my body. My stomach twisted and fluttered with every sensation. Bit by bit, the reasons we could not be toget

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AURORA Theron caught Jax's eye. A small nod passed between them.Jax moved at once. His hands clamped down on Theron's arms, locking them tight to keep him still. Theron fought the hold with everything he had. His body twisted and strained as a raw, broken howl tore out of his throat.The sound barely faded before chaos erupted.The basement door slammed open.A blur of fur and muscle burst inside. Deep growls filled the room as Damon charged forward. Panic spread through the pack. Some members ran for the stairs. Others shifted where they stood, bones cracking as wolves took their place.Everything happened too fast.Damon crashed straight into Jax and Theron. The impact knocked both of them off their feet. The three of them slammed to the floor in a tangle of limbs and teeth. Snarls and shouts mixed together as they rolled across the ground, each one fighting for control.Movement beside me pulled my attention away.Corbin shifted.His body folded and stretched as the wolf forced

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AURORA Damon's head rested in my hands as I lifted it gently onto my lap. Blood spread across the wooden floor beneath us and soaked into my clothes. The sight turned my stomach. After everything that had happened these past few days, this could not be the ending. My knife buried in his chest. Damon dying on the floor of my cabin.His breathing came out uneven and shallow."I'm really sorry for what I did back then," Damon said weakly."Don't talk," I said quickly. "Save your strength until you're better.""Need to say it now. You know that."The words hit harder than I expected."If anyone should be apologizing, it's me," I said quietly. "None of this would have happened if I hadn't bitten you that night. I was careless."A small smile tried to form on his face, but pain twisted it instead."I deserved it."Tears filled my eyes. My vision blurred until his face looked distant and unclear. An apology was not what I wanted. I wanted Damon alive."Please, Damon," I whispered. "Just st

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AURORA Three and a half weeks later…“Are you ready?” Jax asked, studying my face.“Yes.” A slow breath moved into my lungs. The cool night air was soft and steady. It filled my chest and settled my nerves.The last few weeks had been exhausting. The pack had been busy every day. Meetings. Patrols. Quiet arguments. Long talks. Underneath all of it sat a heavy mix of stress and guilt.Still, tonight mattered.Everyone had agreed that this would be our chance to begin again.The ritual would not erase what had happened. Nothing could do that. But drawing power from the dark moon might wash away some of the pain we had been carrying. It could give us space to move forward.“This ritual won’t be as strong as one performed during a black moon.” My cloak slid open. The fabric fell to the ground at my feet.Firelight from the small bowl flickered across my bare skin.“The strength of the magic isn’t the important part,” Jax said.His loose pants dropped to the ground next. He kicked them as

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AURORABreath stayed trapped in my chest while I waited for Jax or Theron to object. The quiet stretched longer than expected. When neither of them spoke, I turned slightly to check if they were still behind me.Both of them were exactly where they had been.Both wore small, amused smirks.Still, neither of them said anything.That alone felt like progress. A warm sense of relief filled my chest and a quiet happiness followed it. Gratitude moved across my face before I could stop it. My lips formed a silent thank you to both of them.Then my attention returned to Damon.“We have to use sexual energy to draw power from the dark moon,” I explained. “That energy is what finishes the spell.”“You can use mine,” Damon replied without hesitation. “I’ve got more than enough saved up.”Two low growls sounded behind me at the same moment. The message was very clear. Jax and Theron were not going to sit this out.Of course they wouldn’t.For this to work, everyone had to feel included. Leaving

Book 2

Warning: This book has mature content and is for readers 18 and older.*****Zara Vance has grown up beneath the weight of a whisper.Cursed.In the territory of the Blackwood-Vance Pack, that word is more dangerous than a blade. It follows her through the cobbled streets near The Farmer's Green, lingers in the corners of The Valley Diner, and echoes in the silent judgment of elders who believe she was born under a broken moon.When Zara is summoned to Crescent Academy in The Highlands, she expects exile disguised as opportunity.What she doesn't expect is fate.The moment she steps inside Blackwood Manor, the air changes. The bond snaps tight and merciless, binding her to the three most powerful alphas of their generation.Felix Moore Black, controlled and calculating, heir to a legacy shaped by Marcus and Rose, yet haunted by visions inside Felix's Nightmare Hall.Caleb Black, volatile and fiercely dominant, his temper as sharp as the wind that cuts across The Hidden Meadow.Damian

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ZARA Damian looks up when Felix and I step out of Blackwood Manor, our fingers laced together.The morning air is cool, but it does nothing to ease the tight feeling in my chest.His thick black hair has grown longer since we first met. He hasn't tried to tame it. No careful cut. No effort to shape it. It falls around his face and brushes the collar of his shirt. It makes him look darker than before. Sharper. Less polished. When I first arrived at Crescent Academy, he was the most popular guy there. Everyone watched him. Everyone followed him. He was the Alpha of Alphas.He still is.No one challenges Damian Rogers.That part hasn't changed.But the popularity faded when he stopped throwing parties. When he stopped caring about being the center of everything. He stepped back on purpose. He let the attention die. He even grew his hair out because of something I once said. I had mentioned, without thinking, that he looked better with it longer. I didn't mean it to matter.It mattered

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ZARA Fifteen minutes late again.The classroom door makes a soft scraping sound when I push it open. A few heads turn. A few whispers start and stop just as fast. No one says anything. They never do.It takes less than a second to find my Omega.Lily stands out in a room without even trying. Her long red hair falls down her back in loose waves, bright and impossible to miss. In a sea of neutral colors and dull uniforms, she looks like a flame.She’s already saved me a seat.She doesn’t look surprised when I drop into it. Not annoyed. Not even curious. Just calm. Like she expected this.Being an Alpha at Crescent Academy comes with too much room to misbehave. The rules stretch. Teachers give chances. Deadlines feel flexible. I’ve gotten used to that. Too used to it.It’s not something to be proud of.There are only so many favors I can quietly use up before they run out. Professor Ashford may act patient, but even he has limits. And with Felix the way he’s been lately, tomorrow won’t

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FELIX My head rests on my folded arms while Professor Ashford keeps talking in that flat, dull voice of his. He goes on and on about our great ancestors and how they rose, fought, bled, and somehow became our gods. His words blur together. Dates. Battles. Names. None of it sticks.The room feels warm. Too warm.There is no chance of staying awake like this.On a normal day, pretending to pay attention takes effort. After lying awake most of the night, staring at the ceiling and dreading sleep in case the dreams return, it feels impossible. Every time my eyes closed, shadows moved behind them. Faces almost formed. Pain almost returned.So I stayed awake.A yawn builds slowly in my chest. I try to swallow it down, but it forces its way out. My jaw aches from the stretch.My head lifts for a second. The world tilts slightly. Then it drops back down onto my arms.Forget it. What is the worst that could happen?It feels like only seconds pass before my eyes open again.Something is wron

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FELIX My head rests on my folded arms while Professor Ashford continues speaking at the front of the room. His voice moves through the classroom in the same dull, steady tone it always has. He keeps talking about the great actions of our ancestors. The warriors and leaders who lived long ago and died, only to later be remembered and honored like gods.The lesson drags on.Each sentence sounds almost exactly like the one before it.After a while the words stop meaning much. They blend together until they are just noise in the background.Getting through this class without falling asleep isn’t going to happen.Even on a normal day, staying awake takes effort. Today it feels worse. Most of the night was spent rolling from one side of the bed to the other, staring into the dark and waiting for morning to come. Real sleep never arrived. Every time my eyes started to close, the same thought came back.The dreams.If sleep wins, those dreams might return.A yawn begins to push up and get

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