Alpha’s Heir, Not His Mate

The sun crested the hills beyond SilverCrest, gilding the courtyard in a soft, peach light. Inside the keep, no one […]

Aria woke gasping. Not from a nightmare—but from something real. Tangible. Her body felt too tight, her skin too hot,

It began with a scream. Not one of pain—but of warning. Aria jolted awake, heart slamming against her ribs. For

It started with a cramp. Not sharp, not sudden—but deep. A curling pressure low in Aria’s abdomen as she descended

The wind changed before the letters came. SilverCrest had always been isolated, wrapped in its own bitter politics and rigid

The summons came at dawn. A wolf’s fang wrapped in red ribbon—an ancient sign of challenge. The moment Aria saw

The doors of the Council Hall groaned open. Aria stepped inside, chin high, shoulders squared beneath her dark cloak. The

The scroll arrived wrapped in midnight-blue silk, bound with a wax seal shaped like a wolf’s eye. Aria frowned as

The council hall was colder than usual. Even with the enchanted hearths burning blue-white at the corners, a chill hung

The note arrived at twilight, tucked between the folds of Aria’s cloak. She found it when she returned from training,