Novels by Lan Xila

The great hall blazed with torchlight as Elara stood rigidly in Landon's formal Alpha attire, surrounded by visiting pack delegates. Dominic's presence beside her felt like a brand, his casual touches growing bolder with each passing moment.Through their bond, she felt Landon's distress spike. He watched from the shadows of the omega serving area, his borrowed body trembling with the peak of heat. Each time Dominic's hand brushed her arm or back, their connection flared with shared tension."You seem distant tonight, Landon," Dominic murmured, sliding an arm around her waist in full view of everyone. "Perhaps you need something to lift your spirits."Before Elara could react, music filled the hall. Dominic pulled her into a formal dance position, their bodies pressed closer than protocol dictated. Whispers and approving nods rippled through the crowd."Perfect timing," Sabrina's voice carried from nearby. "The pack needs to see their Alpha accepting a proper mate, especially after th

The midnight hour found Landon writhing on his thin mattress, his borrowed body burning with a fever that threatened to consume him. This wasn't just heat anymore—it was an inferno, amplified by their mate bond and the stress of Marcus's discovery."Make it stop," he gasped into the darkness, pride long forgotten in the face of overwhelming need. Through their bond, he felt Elara's answering distress from where she paced in her confined quarters.The guards posted outside his door shifted uneasily. Even they could sense something wasn't right about this heat—it was too intense, too powerful for a mere omega.In the Alpha's chambers, Elara pressed her forehead against the cool window, fighting the pull of their bond. Every fiber of Landon's borrowed body demanded she go to her mate, but discovery now would mean disaster."Alpha," Vincent's voice came through her door. "The omega's condition is deteriorating. The pack healer suggests intervention."Elara's hands clenched. She knew what

The musty air of the pack archives made Landon's nose twitch as he sorted through ancient scrolls, another demeaning task assigned to omegas. His borrowed body ached from the morning's interrogation, but his mind remained sharp, searching for anything that might help their increasingly desperate situation.A flash of silver script caught his eye. Hidden behind centuries of pack records lay a slim volume bound in midnight blue leather, its pages rimmed with moonlight symbols. As his fingers brushed the cover, their bond hummed with recognition."Moon Goddess's Trials: A Chronicle of Sacred Transformations," he whispered, carefully opening the delicate pages. His eyes widened as he read: "When true mates reject their sacred bond, the Goddess may grant them understanding through the ultimate trial—the exchange of souls."His hands trembled as he continued reading. "The trial ends only when both souls acknowledge their truth, their bond, and their shared destiny. Should they fail to unite

The pack's harvest celebration filled the great hall with music and laughter, but Elara felt only dread. From her position at the Alpha's table, she watched Dominic approach Landon, his predatory grace making their bond shiver with shared anxiety."Such a lovely omega," Dominic purred, circling Landon as he served wine. "I can see why our Alpha is so... protective of you."Through their connection, Elara felt Landon's revulsion as Dominic's fingers brushed his arm. Her own hands clenched beneath the table, Landon's Alpha instincts raging against another wolf touching what was his."Thank you, honored Alpha," Landon managed, keeping his eyes downcast as an omega should. But through their bond, his fury blazed."Dance with me," Dominic commanded suddenly. "Show everyone how well-trained our Alpha keeps his favorites."Horror shot through their connection. Pack law forbade omegas from refusing an Alpha's direct command.Elara half-rose from her seat before catching herself. She felt Land

The archive room's musty air did nothing to calm Landon's racing heart as he pored over the ancient text he'd discovered hidden behind a loose stone. His borrowed hands trembled as he read the faded words by moonlight."Soul-bound pairs may return to true forms only when hearts align in perfect truth. The price of power shared is love declared beneath Luna's crown..."Through their bond, he felt Elara's concerned inquiry at his sudden spike of excitement. *Found something,* he projected. *Important. Need to—*Footsteps in the corridor cut off his thought. Landon quickly tucked the precious scroll into his dress as voices approached."Search everything," Marcus's second-in-command ordered. "The omega's been stealing information. Beta Marcus wants her found before she reaches the Alpha."Landon's heart pounded as he slipped behind a shelf. Even imprisoned, Marcus was still pulling strings. Through their bond, he felt Elara's alarm and protective instinct surge.*Stay where you are,* he

The council chamber crackled with tension as Elara faced the assembled pack leaders. Through their bond, she felt Landon's steady presence – he stood in the shadows, ostensibly cleaning but actually providing silent support."These reforms go too far," Beta Marcus growled, slamming his fist on the ancient oak table. "Omegas in training classes? Access to sacred texts? And now defending them against higher-ranked visitors? You're undermining the very foundation of pack hierarchy!"*Stay calm,* Landon's thoughts whispered through their connection. *Remember the ancient laws I showed you.*"The foundation of pack hierarchy," Elara said carefully, pitching Landon's voice to its most authoritative tone, "is strength through unity. Or have you forgotten the First Alpha's teachings?"She felt Landon's approval ripple through their bond as she quoted from the texts they'd studied together in secret."Ancient laws are one thing," Gamma Sabrina interjected smoothly. "But your recent behavior su