Wani

Through the bond that tied my wolf to his, I sent ninety-nine screams for help. The hundredth time, he answered—distant, distracted. "Seraphine, I'm occupied. Stop whining like a needy pup." I lay in an ice crevice, our pup suffocating in my womb, while he hunted beneath the full moon with another. Five days later, I woke in a healing den. Through the wall, I heard my mate—my Alpha—speaking of me like livestock. "Keep her under until Lysandra whelps," Leon growled to the shaman. "If she learns I drained our pup for that she-wolf's marrow, I'll have your tongue. And if you fail me—I'll burn your den to ash." I touched the mating mark burning on my throat and reached for the crystal. My voice didn't tremble. "Harris. Prepare the severance scroll. I want his signature before the moon wanes." The she-wolf who loved her Alpha died in that ravine. The one who clawed out will make him howl.

Aegaeon, a pure breed, was a promising young Alpha until he abandoned his pack. For when he lost his Luna, his heart shattered into million pieces until nothing was left but an empty crevice to where his heart once was. He tried to fill in his heart with every poison human tends to favor: drugs, alcohol, money, and sex. However, the hollow space in his chest was never filled until one waning moon - a woman who was looking for something, walked in. Will they be able to find what they are looking for?