Alpha’s Heir, Not His Mate

The moon hung heavy in the sky—low and golden, casting light over the clearing like a blessing. Aria stood alone […]

The forest had changed. Or maybe Aria had. She walked beneath the canopy of ash and pine, her daughter’s weight

The scent arrived before the knock. Earthy. Clean. A hint of something wild beneath. Aria had just finished folding the

The cottage wasn’t much. Two rooms, a sloped roof, and ivy already creeping up the stone. But it stood —

The clearing was quiet, wrapped in the hush of expectation. Stars shimmered like scattered blessings overhead, and the moon hovered

The moon rose like a silver crown over the mountains, casting the pack lands in soft, ethereal light. The trees

It began not with a grand gesture,But with a quiet morning and an empty room. Aria stood alone in the

There were things that lingered—Not out of refusal to let go,But because they had become part of who you were.

The old pine creaked against the wind, its bark groaning like a beast too tired to stand. Aria sat curled

The box arrived with no sender. No courier, no note. Just a plain package resting on the doorstep of Aria’s