Alpha’s Heir, Not His Mate

Kael didn’t sleep the night SilverCrest was attacked. He felt it—not as a message or rumor, but as a pull […]

The first scream came just after midnight. Aria jolted upright, heart hammering, one hand instantly over her belly. Across the

The forest was thick with fog, curling low over the roots and swallowing sound. Aria stood barefoot on the training

The mirror was old, framed in cracked cedar and tarnished metal, tucked in the far corner of the west cabin.

The scroll arrived at dawn. Zara found it first, nailed to the west cabin door with a silver pin etched

By morning, the whispers had evolved into weapons. They followed Aria like smoke—curling through the training fields, clinging to the

Zara had always been a quiet storm—silent, watchful, deadly when provoked. But now, standing on the edge of the SilverCrest

SilverCrest hadn’t changed… and that was the strangest part of all. The scent of pine sap and campfire still clung

The sun barely cleared the eastern ridge when Aria stepped onto the cracked asphalt leading out of the city. Cold

Kael stood at the high windows of the council chamber, jaw clenched as the cold sun bled light across the