In White America

She was the daughter they tried to erase. Now, she is the Queen they cannot escape. In the Moon Shadow Pack, Audrey is a ghost in her own home. Born on a night of prophecy but appearing to be a "powerless" human, she has spent twenty-one years as a servant to her cruel stepmother and her pampered half-sister, Samantha. Her father, the Alpha, looks at her and sees only the death of his beloved wife—a stain on his legacy that needs to be removed. When a marriage alliance is struck with the powerful and mysterious Silver Pack, Audrey’s family concocts a deadly plan. They will veil Audrey and swap her for Samantha, sending her to marry the blind Alpha, Lucas. They believe the union will kill her instantly, leaving the path clear for Samantha to claim the crown once the "sacrifice" is complete. But the prophecy had a secret. The moment Lucas claims his bride, his sight is restored, and the power dormant in Audrey’s blood erupts. She isn't a human, and she isn't a mere werewolf—she is the long-lost White Wolf, the True Luna of the Silver Pack. As Audrey rises from the ashes of her betrayal, she is no longer the girl who cowers in the shadows. With a powerful Alpha at her side and an ancient magic in her veins, she is returning home. And this time, it won't be to serve—it will be to burn down the house that tried to destroy her.

For six years, I was the perfect wife. I ironed the linen. I cut the roses. I swallowed every humiliation with a smile. And told myself that patience was the same thing as strength. I was wrong. When my husband sat me down at my own dinner table and ordered me to apologize to his mistress—The woman he had been choosing over me, openly, for years—something inside me didn't Break. It crystallized. I picked up my bag. I walked out into the Detroit Cold. And three blocks later, standing under a streetlamp on East Jefferson, I made a phone call that shattered everything I thought I knew about myself. My name is not what he called me. I am not the powerless orphan he laughed at as I walked out his door. I am not the woman with nowhere to go and no one waiting for her. I am Serena Caldwell—lost daughter of a billionaire empire, heiress to legacy twenty years in the making. And the last woman my husband ever should have humiliated at her own table. He thought discarding me was the easiest thing he had ever done. He had no idea it was the last mistake he would ever make. I spent six years being invisible. Now I am coming back—not as the broken wife he betrayed, but as the woman who will dismantle everything he built, brick by brick, until there is nothing left but the echo of his own arrogance. He wanted me gone. He has no idea what gone look like yet.

The night before our wedding, my fiancée let her so-called "best friend" butcher the gown my late mother had sewn, chopping it into a revealing mini dress. I rushed over with the ruined dress in my arms, ready to demand answers: only to catch their voices through the door: "Imagine him expecting me to wear something a dead woman stitched. What a curse!" Through the narrow gap, I saw my distant, frigid fiancée flushed with color, straddling his lap. "What we did at the bridal shop wasn't enough," she murmured. "Tomorrow, walking down the aisle in this tiny dress you made me, it'll be even more exhilarating." Their lips met. My hand froze against the door, and inside, something broke with a soundless crack. If she longed for thrills, I would grant her some.

Everyone’s turning she had witnessed came with its surprise; Camila had passed out, and Gideon had released a howl that made the pack deaf for some minutes, but finding out she was a bastard on the night of her turning was the least surprise she was expecting. Asides from the humiliation that came with it, it meant she wasn't going to be alpha, not in Craw Pack at least. Then the surprises didn't stop as she watched the man she called Father slay her mum like she wasn't Luna, she looked him straight into his eyes while he sentenced her to a lifetime of bondage. The Wells family were fighters, and so she fought for her freedom but ended up as a slave in another pack, hiding her identity to save her life. The white wolves to whom she belonged were thought to be weak, but Isha was ready to change that narrative, even if it meant getting her white dirty. From betraying the one who learned to love her, to taking the lives of the closest persons to her, she avenged her mum's death, built an army, and got everything she wanted, except the trust of the Alpha who meant the world to her. They say you can't just have anything you want, but Isha was convinced she was born to break rules, but she underestimated who was standing on the other end of the line; Holly Smearson was not the girl to cross, not with an Alpha-in-line by her side. Isha would soon understand why the love of her life had wanted Holly by his side in the beginning. Too many lies, too many ties, a white wolf, insides too dirty.

"You whore!" A masculine voice. "You philanderer!" A feminine voice. "I'll kill you in this house!" He bellowed as he charged straight to the woman and started beating her up. The little boy stood at the door and watched his parents go about their daily routine, tears spilled from his eyes. He stood in the shadows, just watching and crying. If he speaks out loud, they'll remember him and his father will beat him also. No one remembers him. Not unless they want to beat him too. Then he saw the blow, heard the awful sound. The blow that made a difference. The blow that made that day stand out from every other day. His mom stopped screaming, she laid there on the floor, staring into nothingness. Dead. "Gia." His dad paused mid-beating. No answer. "Gianna!" He patted her white arms turned red from being beaten. Terror filled the little boy's system, a sound escaped his mouth, drawing the man's attention. "Oops. I've forgotten about you." He said to the little boy. "Mom's dead..." The little boy said in a tiny voice. The man looked down at the lifeless white woman, "Seems like it." He looked at the boy with an eye filled with menace. "You'll pretend you didn't see a thing. You'll......" The siren rang outside. The police had arrived. A neighbour had alerted them when he heard the noise. He watched as the policemen pointed their guns at his father. He watched as they took his father away. He remained hidden, his blue eyes returning to the woman who laid on the floor, with eyes as blue as his. She was staring right at him. Finally, she sees him. Only in death, did she really see him. Something died in that little boy that day. Replaced with bitterness.

When my four sons were finally old enough for preschool, I arrived at the school office with my marriage certificate and their birth certificates, ready to sign them up. But the lady at the counter frowned and said, "These documents don't check out. According to the system, your kids don't even exist." I felt as if the floor had dropped out from under me. I remembered when Sheldon Clem and I got married—he was the one who handled all the paperwork, the birth registrations, everything. I never imagined that when I tracked him down with our four boys, he'd be holding his childhood sweetheart in his arms, with her little girl snuggled against him. And then we heard him sweet-talking her right in front of us. "Don't be mad, babe. I've got everything set up for us overseas. Gigi is going to the most expensive private school, and you'll be living in the nicest penthouse downtown. "Sure, she gave me four sons, but all my love and money are with you. I only kept her around because I felt sorry for her. "What else do you need? My will's already signed. Everything goes to you and Gigi." Riley Anderson pouted, smug and satisfied. "If you don't love her, then she's the other woman, not me. She's got no right to fight me for anything!" So he never went bankrupt. When we got back home, Sheldon acted as if nothing had happened. "Honey, I've found this amazing project overseas, so I won't have time to come home much. I'll need you to hold down the fort at home." I smiled and nodded. "Sure, go ahead." If that was how he wanted to play this, then fine. I'd make sure he really went broke, and then I'd find my boys a new father.