The Alpha Rejected Me… Then Begged Me to Save Him

Three months later, the Preservation Council sent their answer. Lena stood on the porch of the main house, reading the […]

They were three miles from Crescent Moon territory when the attack came. Not from the Preservation Council—they were still deliberating,

The bond restoration ritual began at midnight in the same clearing where Lena had just forced an army to kneel.

They met at the border between neutral territory and Crescent Moon land, under a full moon that hung heavy and

Lena saw the message two days into their journey back to Crescent Moon. They’d been traveling at night, moving carefully

Cassian was dying. Not physically—his body was fine, his wolf was strong, his Alpha duties were being performed with mechanical

The Borderlands were exactly as Lena remembered—wild, dangerous, and utterly indifferent to pack politics. She’d been there for three weeks

The ritual took place at midnight in the deepest part of the forest, far from the pack house where no

The ultimatum arrived one week after the assassination attempt. A formal delegation from six traditionalist packs—led by Magnus Rowan himself—appeared

The attack came three nights after the claiming ceremony. Lena woke to screaming. Not adult screaming—child screaming. High-pitched, terrified, coming