Novels by Morgana Styles.

The fortress walls loomed ahead, their dark stone washed in the golden glow of torches lining the border. Shadows stretched across the courtyard as the last light of the setting sun dipped beyond the horizon. The weight of the enemies we captured pressed down on us, reducing the air with unspoken tension.I could feel the eyes of my warriors following our every move, reading the story written in blood and bruises on our bodies. I had returned victorious, but the battle wasn’t over. Not yet.Damon paraded the prisoners ahead, his grip firm on the youngest one’s arm. The rest of them were bound tightly, their faces grim, their pride shattered. But I wasn’t naïve enough to believe they were broken yet. No, men like these clung to their purpose like a drowning man to driftwood.The scent of wet earth and sweat clung to them, mixing with the faint smell of a coppery tang of blood. Their wrists were rubbed raw from the ropes binding them, yet none of them spoke, none of them begged. That si

Darius POVDarius slammed his palm against the stone wall, his chest rising and falling with heavy breaths. The impact sent a dull ache through his arm, but it was nothing compared to the storm raging inside him.Lyra is Alpha Rhea.But Alpha Rhea of the Crescent Pack was dead. The name still didn’t seem right to him.He had spent years believing the Alpha of the Crescent pack was dead, believing that the woman who was to sit on the throne of the Crescent pack had vanished without a trace. And now, not only was she alive, but she was an Alpha… his ex, technically.The truth banged in his skull like a war drum. He clenched his jaw, his mind replaying the moment over and over the moment she stepped onto that throne, her presence commanding, her power undeniable and every warrior in that hall had bent their knee without hesitation.She hadn’t just taken the seat. She had owned it. The woman he once called his wife had deceived him. No, not just deceived him… she had made him a fool.He

The enemy who had praised my fighting skills wiped blood from his lips, his smirk faltering. I barely spared him a glance before turning to Damon. Before you know it, the enemy raises his sword, his body tensed and ready to lunge.Too slow. I moved first, dragging my blade upward to meet him with a sharp clang. The impact sent a harsh vibration up my arm, but I held firm, twisting my wrist to lock his weapon in place. With a sharp pivot, I yanked my sword free and, in one swift motion, brought the edge beneath his throat. He stilled. Fear flashed in his eyes, and though he tried to move back, he hesitated. He knew the slightest shift could mean his death. I pressed the cold steel to his skin as I stepped behind him, curling an arm around his throat. The others watched in frozen silence, their hands twitching toward their weapons. I think he is the leader of their group and they never expected that their leader was as weak as an ant.“Drop them,” I ordered. “If any of you move,

I searched through my window, scanning the dark grounds trying to find where the voice was coming from. Nothing. Just silence. I felt a chill crept down my spine, but I refused to let fear take hold of me. Show yourself. I am Rhea, Alpha of the Crescent Pack. Show yourself now. Nothing. The weight of the night pressed against me. Whoever it was, they were watching but had no intention of revealing themselves. I stepped away from the window, closing the curtains with a sharp pull. I lay back on my bed, staring at the ceiling. My body ached from the weight of the past few weeks. My uncle, Xavier, was circling like a vulture, waiting for the moment I slipped. The council questioned my rule, and some among my people hesitated to stand behind a female Alpha. Weak. Unfit. That’s what they whispered when they thought I wasn’t listening. I clenched and unclenched my jaw. Let them whisper. Let them doubt. One day, I would make them choke on their words. But for

The sharp scent of sweat and dust filled the air as the sun seeped across the sky, casting long shadows over the training grounds. Every heartbeat echoed in the silence of tension and fear. The training grounds thrummed with tension. Warriors circled the arena, their murmurs silenced but charged. In the center stood Xavier. Relaxed. Confidence. Dangerous. His every breath was calculated, every movement sharp like a blade waiting to strike. Around us, warriors circled like vultures, their murmurs hushed yet thick with tension. Xavier’s smirk widened. “Just thought I’d remind the pack who the strongest Alpha truly is.” I stepped forward, the dirt crunching beneath my boots. “Uncle,” I said, my voice low but steady, “Is there something you need?” “This isn’t the way to prove it.” “Oh, but it is.” His eyes gleamed with something deadly. “A challenge. A fight. One-on-one. Alpha against Alpha.” Xavier’s smirk was a slash of arrogance. Just reminding the pack who the strongest Al

Silence pressed down on the hall, thick and suffocating. No one moved. Then, like a slow-building storm, whispers rose, uncertain, doubtful. Shock painted the faces of the gathered Alphas and Elders, their gazes shifting between me and the three people standing frozen across the room. Darius. Amara. Vivienne. The way they looked at me… disbelief, edged with something darker. Something I refused to name. “Rhea…” Darius’ voice barely broke the silence. A plea? A question? I didn’t know. Didn’t care. I lifted my chin, my expression cold. “Surprised?” Amara recovered first, her lips curling into a sneer. “This is a joke.” I tilted my head. “And yet, I don’t hear anyone laughing.” The raw tension could have split the air. Amara’s nails curled into her palms, fury flashing in her emerald eyes. For once, she had no words - no cutting remark to throw at me. Good. I wanted her to choke on them. Vivienne wasn’t as restrained. “You think you can just walk in here and…”