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Two Years Ago

ELOWENThe night my mother died I made her a promise.I was fourteen years old, sitting on the edge of her bed with her hand going cold in mine, and I promised her that I would be okay. That I would survive whatever came after. That I would not let grief make me stupid or soft or easy to destroy.I kept that promise for six years.I was keeping it right now, sprinting through a forest I had no business being in at eleven o’clock at night, my stepmother Cordelia’s errand completed, forty minutes behind schedule and acutely aware that the sounds behind me were not merely wildlife.They were rogues.Three of them. I had counted.The forest between Mosswood territory and the Greyvale border was dead land — no pack claimed it, no pack patrolled it, which made it the preferred operating ground of wolves who had been expelled from their packs for reasons that were never flattering. Cordelia had sent me to collect a delivery from a supplier at a neutral waypoint three miles east. A two hour e

Last Updated : 2026-10-26

Present Day — The Summit

Elowen’s POV “You missed a spot.” I kept polishing the marble. “No, I didn’t.” Celestine Mosswood’s heels clicked against the entrance hall of Thornfield Summit Estate, announcing her arrival before her expensive perfume reached me. She stopped beside my bucket and inspected the floor. “I think you did, Elowen.” “Then perhaps you should show me where.” The silence that followed was brief but satisfying. Celestine’s smile tightened. Behind her stood her three favorite companions: Mia Chou, Amy Ashford, and Isabella Sinclair. They called themselves the Velvet Vipers (cue the eye roll). They were the sort of women who could turn an innocent conversation into a public execution and still leave everyone thanking them for their company. Mia glanced at the floor. “She’s actually talking back.” Amy laughed. “Maybe she thinks the Summit has made her important.” Isabella tilted her head. “Or maybe she’s forgotten she’s a servant.” I dipped my cloth into the bucket. Celestine

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Meeting Him

Elowen's POVThe Summit’s east terrace was the kind of place designed to make powerful people feel like they deserved the view.Floor-to-ceiling glass on one side, the glittering city sprawling below on the other, the whole thing lit with the kind of soft gold lighting that made everyone look like they belonged in a painting.Inside the reception hall the werewolf realm’s most influential wolves moved through expensive conversations with the practiced ease of people who had been performing power so long they had forgotten it was a performance. All of them were guests under my father’s roof.I stood at the terrace threshold with a tray of champagne flutes and watched through the glass with the focused detachment of someone doing reconnaissance.Which I was.Scene assessment, I told myself. Clinical. Useful. Not personal.Celestine glittered in the center of the room the way she always did, a talent I could acknowledge without admiring it. She moved through powerful wolves like she had

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His Dilemma

Leander's POVControl was not something Leander Thorncrest practiced.It was something that was a part of him.Six years as Alpha of the most powerful pack in the werewolf realm had not built his self control, it had simply confirmed what had always been true. That he did not lose his composure. Did not act without calculation. Did not allow anything — politics, provocation, personal feeling to move faster than his ability to manage it.He had been Alpha at twenty years old in a realm that had been waiting for him to fail and he had not failed and he had not flinched and he had not once in six years been caught off guard by anything.Until about forty minutes ago.Until a girl on her knees polishing marble had looked up at him with amber eyes and looked away again like he was mildly interesting at best.He stood at the window of the guest suite on the highest floor of the Mosswood estate and looked out at the city below…His wolf was not participating constructively.Go back, it said.

Last Updated : 2026-10-26

The First Temptation

(This Chapter Contains Mature Content And Is Not For Readers Below The Age Of 18)Sleep was not happening.Leander had known it the second he sat in that chair with the bracelet burning a hole in his palm and his wolf clawing at the inside of his ribs.At two in the morning he stopped pretending.He left the bracelet on the bedside table, stripped, and walked out onto the private terrace. The Summit estate backed onto dense, maintained forest. Dark enough. Private enough.He needed to run until his cock stopped throbbing and his wolf stopped screaming her name.He shifted. The massive black wolf tore through the trees, lungs burning, trying to outrun the memory of amber eyes and the scent that had been under his skin since the entrance hall. It didn’t work. Her scent only got stronger.He slowed at the edge of the trees where the river widened into a still, moonlit pool.And there she was.Elowen.Completely naked, waist-deep in the water, back half-turned. Long dark hair clung to her

Last Updated : 2026-11-12

One More Crack

Elowen woke before the sun fully cleared the treeline, the narrow staff-room bed still holding the faint chill of the river on her skin.She lay still for a long moment, staring at the low ceiling, and let the previous night replay with clinical precision.The cold water. The deliberate way she had touched herself. The exact second the pull behind her sternum had sharpened and she had known—without looking—that Leander Thorncrest was in the trees with his cock in his hand. The small, broken sound that had escaped him. The way she had smiled into the dark afterward and told herself it was only another tool.It had worked.His control had cracked.She sat up, swung her legs over the side of the bed, and pressed the heel of her hand against the silver scar on her collarbone. The hollow place was quieter this morning, but not empty. It still carried a residual heat that had nothing to do with the bath and everything to do with the most powerful Alpha currently sleeping under her father’s

Last Updated : 2026-11-12

Jealousy

Celestine stood at the junction long after they had turned the corner.The silk of her dress felt suddenly too thin against her skin. The champagne color that had looked perfect in the mirror that morning now seemed washed-out under the corridor light. She kept the smile on her face until a pair of visiting Alphas passed, then let it fall like something heavy and useless.She had seen the expression on Leander’s face.Not the polite, distant interest he usually offered staff. Not the controlled calculation he gave other Alphas. Something sharper. Something hungry. Something that had no business being directed at the girl who scrubbed the floors of this house.Her house.Her father’s house, yes—but hers in every way that mattered. Her mother had made certain of that long ago.Celestine turned and walked toward her private rooms on the second floor, heels striking the marble harder than necessary. The fear sat low in her stomach, cold and unfamiliar. She disliked the sensation intensely

Last Updated : 2026-11-12

Planting The First Doubt

Elowen did not go straight to the kitchen, instead She took the long way through the quieter service corridors, and paused at a narrow mirror meant for staff to check their uniforms. With quick, precise movements she loosened the top buttons of her grey dress just enough to deepen the line of her cleavage. The fabric settled lower across the soft swell of her breasts. She studied the effect once, clinically, then continued walking. A tray with a pot of fresh mint tea had been left on the sideboard near the guest wing. She took it without asking. Leander’s suite door was ajar. She knocked once, lightly, and stepped inside when his voice answered. He was already seated in one of the dark armchairs near the window, jacket discarded, shirt open at the throat. Morning light cut across the sharp lines of his face. His gaze lifted the moment she entered—and stayed. His gaze changed. Storm-grey eyes swept over her slowly, from the top of her loosely pinned hair, down her neck, across the

Last Updated : 2026-11-13

The Bracelet

Celestine stood in front of the tall mirror in her room and deliberately slowed her breathing.The champagne silk from the morning had been discarded. In its place she wore a sea blue dress that clung to every curve she had spent years refining. The neckline was precise—low enough to promise, high enough to remain respectable in front of visiting Alphas. She pinned her hair so that one soft strand would fall against her throat when she tilted her head. Perfume at the pulse points. Red lipstick on her mouth.She studied the result with deep satisfaction.Beautiful. Desired. Chosen.The fear from the corridor still sat cold in her stomach, but she had decided what to do with it. Leander had looked at Elowen like a man already half-lost. That could not be allowed to continue. She would remind him why he had agreed to the claiming in the first place. She would put her hands on him, her mouth on him, and make certain his wolf remembered who it was supposed to want.Her mother had taught he

Last Updated : 2026-11-13

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