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Aichonne Blackwood“Why are you looking at that screen so hard?”The wagon driver looks back at me while his big horses pull us through the thick mud. I do not answer him because I am busy looking at the pack notes I found on Daryl Silverfang. I need to be ready before I walk right into the enemy camp.Maggie was right.My fake mate is a super-powerful Alpha.My family runs the Mooncrest Alpha Citadel, so you would think I know every big wolf around. I probably heard his name at the Grand Wolf Assembly before, but I never cared about a male I would never meet.The Silverfang Royal Pack is way bigger than us. It is like comparing a little forest pup to a massive grizzly bear. Daryl’s family owns so many hunting territories and big keeps across the whole Crescent Moon Dominion. They run the Silvermoon Grand Keep, which is the biggest place for wolves to live on the Moonhaven Coast.His father, Rick Silverfang, is the main leader, but he rules with his four sons. Daryl is the oldest pack

Daryl Silverfang“You have a super loud mouth,” I growl.My eyes move back and forth from her tiny finger to her moving lips, and then to her bright green eyes. She thinks she can bully a royal heir in his own den. I want to pull her right onto my lap and show her who is the real boss of this pack.“Good for you, you can see things,” she snaps right back. “But that does not change the truth. We are not getting mated.”This girl is making my head hurt. “Did you even talk to your pack elder?”Her mean little smile disappears fast.She stays completely quiet.“If you talked to your father before running into my keep, breaking my pack laws, screaming like a crazy wild rogue, and making a huge scene, you would know how big this problem is.”She squishes her lips together because she knows I am right. “I tried to call his mind-link, but he is having a giant fight back at our pack house.”“I bet all my pack resources that your father is the one who told the news heralds to do this.”“My—my d

Daryl Silverfang“Why does the whole den smell like a sweet flower from the Whispering Moon Woods?”Shane growls really loudly, sniffing the air near my heavy wood desk. Aichonne left her sweet female wolf scent all over my room, and it is totally messing with my brain. I cannot even think about my real job as the Alpha Heir of the Silverfang Royal Pack. Instead of doing my pack business, I am just sitting here turning her silver pack token over and over in my fingers, smiling like a total dummy. She ran out of here so fast, but I still got a good look at her nice body from behind. I am glad I did.Her shape is made for a male wolf to claim, and my inner wild beast wants nothing more than to just bite her and pull her down. It makes me so mad that I have been sleeping alone in my big bed lately. I would love to have all that crazy female fire trapped right underneath my heavy chest.“I hope the Moon Goddess never lets me see your face again, Daryl Silverfang.”I can still hear her scr

The air in the courtyard is no longer just hot; it is so thick with black, oily smoke clogging my lungs with the taste of ash and ruins, that every breath I take feels like swallowing broken glass, a sharp reminder that the world I knew has ceased to exist. I stumbled backwards, my heavy leather boots crunching on charred remains of oak and velvet, and family heirlooms– the literal remnants of a life that took decades to build and only a single devastating hour to burn to the ground. This isn't just a house burning; it's my history, my mother's legacy, and my sense of security evaporating into the grey, choked sky. The heat of the inferno is a physical weight, pressing against my sweat-drenched skin, but it's nothing compared to the slow-creeping ice forming in my gut.“Dad! Get up!” I screamed, the sound tearing through my throat, competing with the roar of the flames that licked at the sky. I grab my father's shoulders, my fingernails digging into his torn tunic as I haul him towar

The world stops spinning. I can clearly hear the rhythmic, hungry crackle of the burning home, the steady drip of melting snow hitting the mud, and the frantic, irregular pounding of my own heart, but everything else is muted, as if the air itself has become pressurized. The enforcer’s words hang in the freezing night air like thick, poisonous smoke. “Body and bone.” The phrase repeats in my mind, a rhythmic torture that threatens to shatter the last remnants of my composure.I spin around to face my father. He is huddled in the mud, a pathetic, shivering mound of a man, his face turned away from the harsh, clinical light of Daryl’s presence. The shame is etched into every deep wrinkle of his face, a map of failures that led us to this exact, horrific moment. He doesn't look like an Alpha anymore. He doesn't even look like a man anymore; he looks like a crumbling monument to a legacy he couldn't maintain."What does he mean, Dad?" I scream, my voice cracking, a jagged, ugly sound in t