Maristella WinterfangThe heavy stench of my own unbonded mate-sweat filled the chamber as I stared at the cold clock on the mantle. Eleven at night, and the sacred blood-candles were almost burned down to nothing. Three full years since I was given to him as a land-tethered mate, and tonight was supposed to be the night he finally recognized my wolf.I picked up the black-shell communication device, my trembling fingers leaving smudge marks on the glass before I pressed his direct mark. It rang five agonizing times before the line snapped open."What is it, Maristella?" Alaric’s cold voice hit me like ice-water. "I am busy.""You said you would be at the Alpha Manor tonight, Alaric," I whispered, holding back the low whine in the back of my throat. "There is only one hour left of our mate-oath day.""Pack business ran late," he growled. "I will not be coming back to the lodge tonight.""Lord Thorncroft, is everything ready for the night shift?" a sweet, sharp voice purred right next

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Maristella WinterfangThe dark obsidian phone buzzed in my hand, vibrating with the freezing pulse of a rejected bond. I pressed the mark to connect, my breath raspy and raw in the silent carriage."What is it?" Alaric’s hard voice hit me like a whip, laced with the heavy, unyielding snap of an Alpha's impatience."Do not push your shift too late tonight, Lord Thorncroft," I said, my voice completely stripped of my usual soft omega submission. "It will drain your wolf's blood.""I have pack matters to oversee," he growled cold, ending the link before I could breathe another word.I stared at my small, heavy reflection in the glass, my four-foot-five frame sitting dense and sturdy against the leather seat, my deep dark skin flushed hot with suppressed rage. My omega wolf whimpered under my ribs, her spirit dying a little more with every beat of my heart.Three years ago, I fell into the churning rapids near the Silverhoof Trail by Moonlake, my short legs caught in the deadly river weed

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Maristella WinterfangAlaric Thorncroft snapped his zero-power glasses off, folding the temples closed, one side at a time, before slamming them onto the cold stone table. He ripped his leather tunic back over his thick, muscular five-foot-eight frame, his brow furrowing as he glared down at his black-shell signal device.The three missed marks from an unknown signal burned on the glass, right above a single transmitted text from his wife. He pinched the bridge of his nose, exhaling a hot, impatient sigh. Not now. He shoved the device into his belt without reading it, turning toward the door of the Wolf's Rest Lodge.A soft scraping of claws on stone made him turn as Ysoria Blackbriar stepped into the chamber, holding a steaming wooden bowl of crushed moon-herbs and roasted meat."I brought you nourishment, Lord Thorncroft," Ysoria purred, her eyes trailing over his broad chest.Alaric’s jaw hardened. He stepped forward, snatching the wooden bowl from her hands and placing it on the h

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Maristella WinterfangMy dark skin flushed hot with suppressed rage outside the White Fang Banquet Hall as the registry official’s words echoed through my signal crystal. Thirty days for the full severance of the mate-bond to settle, and he thought he could drag me back into his bed whenever his Alpha blood surged.I smoothed down the heavy velvet skirts covering my four-foot-five, full-figured curves, my dark eyes fixed on the entrance of the banquet hall. I had painted my lips deep crimson, letting my rich omega scent breathe freely without the suppressants I used to swallow just to keep Alaric Thorncroft’s territorial guards from noticing my true lineage.A little wolf pup scurried out from the line of she-wolves waiting for meat, his eyes wide as he looked at my silver-trimmed cloak."Is the high-born lady waiting for the Alpha's hunt?" the pup squeaked.I knelt, my small, wide hands reaching into my leather pouch to pull out a piece of sweet honey-cake, dropping it into his small

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"Where are we?"I asked the question the second I woke up on the dark velvet cushions of the private lounge inside the Winterfang Ancestral Keep.The warrior assigned to watch my door bowed stiffly, his armor clanking against the stone floor. "Lord Evander is inspecting the perimeter defenses, Lady Maristella. He brought you here while you slept and ordered us to let you rest."I rubbed my tired eyes, the heavy exhaustion of the past three years still dragging at my bones. I wanted to pack my belongings and retreat to the quiet southern cottage I had purchased with my own secret inheritance during my first year of matehood.Before I let my parents know I had shattered my bond, I needed to take control of my family's merchant trade routes in the Frostfang Capital.I had played the meek, submissive female for far too long, letting Alaric Thorncroft grind my true worth into dust."You," I pointed a finger at the guard. "What is your designation?"The warrior blinked in surprise. "My name

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All Chapters of The Alpha’s Grovel: From Mistress to Enemy: Chapter 1 - Chapter 5

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