Alpha’s Heir, Not His Mate

The sun broke across the mountains like a vow being kept. The day StoneRidge had dreaded—and hoped for—had arrived. For […]

The road to StoneRidge was quieter than Aria remembered. No armored patrols, no echoing growls from guard towers. Only the

The letter was sealed in wax the color of dried blood. It had waited—quietly, faithfully—at the bottom of Aria’s satchel,

The nursery at SilverCrest was quiet, but not silent. The kind of quiet that held meaning — that listened back.

The chamber was quiet, save for the soft breaths of the sleeping child in Aria’s arms. She stood at the

The rain came down like a reckoning. Kael stood atop the old battlement overlooking SilverCrest’s ancestral borderlands, the hood of

The meeting place was neutral ground. A field at the border of SilverCrest and Greenwood, where the grass grew wild

The wind howled through the high peaks of SilverCrest, cold and biting, as if mourning the old ways. But within

The council chamber was colder than usual. Not in temperature — the hearth blazed — but in energy. The usual

The nursery was quiet, but Aria could feel the storm in her chest. It had been three days since Kael’s