Kane Blackwood Novels & Stories

The sound of a pack recognizing their Alpha. I stood at the edge of the courtyard, watching him bask in their adoration. This was Lucian Blackwood. Not the hedonistic playboy who treated his office like a pleasure den. Not the arrogant heir who propositioned me while still inside another woman. This was the Alpha who had leaped through a window to defend his people. Who had fought on the front lines. Who had led his pack to victory against a coordinated attack. And standing there, watching him move through the crowd with blood on his skin and triumph in his eyes, I felt something shift inside me.

People had always said they looked perfect together. I sniffed and shook my head slowly. Why was I still crying over those two losers? I tossed the phone aside and lay back, staring at the ceiling and then, without warning, a name surfaced in my mind. Blackwood. My hand moved before my brain could catch up. I picked the phone back up, opened I*******m, and typed his name. The profile appeared almost immediately. Alexander Blackwood. 50 million followers. No pictures. No posts. Nothing but a verified badge and a blank grid.

SERENA POV Every warrior in the council hall dropped to one knee. Every warrior except Kael. He stood beside me, staring at the name glowing on the screen. MARCUS BLACKWOOD, DESIGNATED SUCCESSOR. I turned to the man behind my husband. Marcus was tall and broad-shouldered, dressed in the black uniform reserved for senior Blackwoods, a thin scar running from his left temple to his jaw. He had spent the entire meeting standing silently behind the elders, and now he stepped forward like a man walking toward his own execution.

His eyebrow lifted slightly. Apparently people usually knew. “I’m Kazan Blackwood.” I froze. Oh. I definitely knew that name. Everyone did. Alpha Kazan Blackwood. Leader of one of the strongest wolf territories in the supernatural world. A man people described with words like brutal, dangerous, merciless and loyal. I had heard stories about him. Some probably weren’t true. Others were probably worse than the rumors. “Alpha Blackwood,” Nolan said quickly. Kazan ignored him. His nostrils flared again.

Elena Before Adrian could take another step toward the door, the front entrance was kicked open with a deafening crash. Kane strolled into the foyer, flanked by a dozen burly men armed with iron bars and handguns. The shock on Adrian’s face was pure poetry. “Well, well,” Kane’s low voice echoed off the high ceilings. “Isn’t that Adrian Blackwood? I thought dead men were supposed to stay buried.” Adrian froze, his face draining of color as he instinctively shoved Vivian behind his back. “M-Mr. Kane...”

POV: Charlotte I did not find Dr. Keller in his office. I found him standing outside Damien’s suite in the sterile white hallway, his clipboard pressed against his chest like a shield. When he saw me walking toward him with my face set and my eyes dry, he stepped forward to block the door. “Mrs. Blackwood,” he said softly, his voice low and tired. “You should be inside resting.” “I am done resting,” I told him, every word measured and cold. “He was talking about a replacement wedding, Keller. He was talking about dying as if it is a schedule he needs to manage. I want to know what is actually happening in those labs.”

Chapter 76 Katelina’s POV The ground beneath my boots seemed to dissolve. Blackwood. Kaden is hunting. The sawdust clinging to my clothes suddenly felt like the damp dirt of the cells. The smell of cedar and rain was drowned out by a phantom wave of copper and burnt pine. My throat closed up tight. The air became thin, scraping against my windpipe like jagged glass. He tracked me. He didn't let things go. Kaden viewed every wolf under his command as livestock, property stamped with his crest. You didn't leave the Blackwood Pack alive unless he threw your carcass over the boundary line himself.

Voice low, rough around the edges, the kind that felt like it scraped down my spine. “Reed Cole.” I kept my tone flat. Professional. “You’re on park land. Trails are open, but if you’re hunting you’ll need a permit.” The corner of his mouth lifted, not quite a smile. “I know whose land this is.” He took one step closer. The scent thickened. My pulse hammered so loud I was sure he could hear it. “Name’s Kane. Kane Voss.” I knew the name. Everyone in Blackwood Ridge knew the name. The Voss family owned half the timber rights and most of the private land that bordered the park. Old money. Quiet power. The kind of people who didn’t ask permission for much of anything.

They ate in easy silence at first, but soon, she started asking him questions. Simple things. "What's your favorite movie?" He shrugged. "Don't have one." She gasped dramatically hands on her heart . "Blasphemy." He smirked. "What's yours?" "Easy. Baby ." He groaned. "Figures." She stuck out her tongue. " What's your favorite color?" Kane hesitated. "Black." She snorted. "That's not a color." His gaze darkened. "It is to me." Mona giggled, shaking her head. "Fine. Black it is."

I loved Alpha Kane Blackwood for seven years, but his parents never approved. Then I took three arrows meant for him in an ambush. That finally moved his parents, Edmund and Eleanor Blackwood, the pack's former Alpha and Luna, to give us their blessing. Then Kane announced he was making Vivian Cole his Luna. She was an Omega he'd only just brought back from a prison camp. When the two of them showed up at Moonbridge hand in hand, the whole pack was stunned. After all, everyone knew how spoiled I was, the purebred white wolf Kane had raised himself. People were placing bets. Most thought I'd smash every bottle at the reception and tear that Omega to pieces, the