Alpha’s Heir, Not His Mate

The witch lived at the edge of the world. Or at least, that’s how it felt as Aria trudged through […]

The scent hit Aria before she saw him. Sharp. Clean. Too clean—like cologne masking rot. She turned from the central

The land was wild. Untamed. A forgotten stretch of forest nestled between the ruins of the Old Way shrines and

The letter arrived just after dawn. No guards. No messengers. Just a raven, silent and obsidian-eyed, perched outside Kael’s window

The chamber smelled of cedar and power. Not magic—power. The kind measured in favors traded, lives broken, secrets buried under

The decision didn’t come easily. SilverCrest was finally hers again. The council fractured. Evelyn gone. The wolves rallying behind her

The flames weren’t literal—not yet. But the smoke of discontent was thick in the air, and Aria could smell it

The letter arrived without warning. Folded in vellum. Unmarked. Tucked between the pages of an old herbal tome Zara borrowed

The council chamber reeked of tension. Not the kind that erupted loudly—but the quieter, more dangerous kind. The kind that

They brought him in at dawn—bloodied, growling, barely upright. Three guards flanked him with spears tipped in silver. The rogue’s