Thorne walked toward Ember’s room, surprised to realize he was looking forward to seeing her. Her fearlessness and candid manner was a refreshing contrast to the deference and fear he had grown used to from his pack members and business partners over the years. Somehow, she made him see his faults and despite everything, he wanted to protect her. At the entrance to her wing, he stopped by the guard. “Are there any updates on the missing person case? Kaya?” Thorne asked seriously. “No, Alpha. We’ve searched everywhere, no wolf has come across her scent yet,” the guard responded swiftly. “But the search is still on. Every wolf is on the lookout, sir.” Thorne scrunched his forehead in worry. How and why had Kaya disappeared so suddenly? A sinking feeling settled in his chest. He suspected this wasn’t ordinary. Something was up. He pushed open Ember’s door absentmindedly, forgetting that she had requested he knock. After closing the door behind him, he turned to see her staring at him
Thorne jogged up the stairs to his room, sweaty and spent. His time with Ember in the maze had turned into a game of finding her rather than finding their way out. She had been a strong contender throughout, managing to evade him until it was time to figure out the exit, where she finally surrendered and stuck to his side after he playfully threatened to leave her behind in the maze. He smiled at the memory. His expression closed up as he approached his door. He definitely didn’t want to see the parasite encroaching on his life right now. He hadn’t thought about his long-term plans with Serene, choosing instead to block it out entirely. But he knew he had to get ahead of the situation, to protect his interests and those of his Luna. He pushed the door open stoically, stepping inside and shutting it behind him. He half expected Serene to pop out from a corner, draped in lace or silk lingerie, intending to seduce him and bend him to her will as usual. But the room was empty. He releas
Ember lay on the roof in her wolf form, her trusted private corner, the very spot she had leapt from in her last jailbreak. She smiled mentally at the memory. Her tail brushed against the roof in soft thuds as she relaxed under the moonlight’s gentle glow. She lazily watched the small outlines of people moving in and out of the mansion, idly imagining their stories. Her thoughts drifted to Kaya, and she realized how little she truly knew about her. All she really knew was that Kaya’s human parents had migrated into werewolf territory, desperate to become wolves themselves. But their desperation had worked against them and they had been rejected repeatedly, their eagerness making them infamous and shunned, which in turn diminished their chances of ever being accepted into a clan and turned. They had lived on the outskirts of a pack until it was overrun by rogues. In the chaos that followed, Kaya’s parents, unable to defend themselves, had been killed, and she had been kidnapped and tr
Thorne had gone back to his room to return his documents and pick up clothing to spend the night in Ember’s wing. He hoped Darius and his men would reach the Valley before any trafficking faction took advantage of the refugees. He released a deep breath, realizing he needed to brainstorm better methods of housing them and integrating them into his pack for their own protection and his peace of mind. Soon, he would have to address them as their Alpha, something he hadn’t done since he first started his acts of heroism. As he stepped into the dimly lit room, his eyes immediately settled on Serene. For the first time since her return, she wasn’t wearing lingerie in his room. He froze, taken aback by her candid manner. Without a word, he walked to the closet to pick out his clothes. “You don’t have to keep going back and forth between rooms, I’ll leave,” Serene said smoothly. Thorne paused, turning to look at her but he didn’t respond. “I’m tired of playing the villain, Thorne. I didn
On the outskirts of Thorne Maddox’s pack, a group of seventeen rogues rested around a dim fire, their tents and few belongings cast in shadows behind them. Ragnar, the leader of the small band, leaned against a fallen tree trunk, his sharp eyes scanning the camp and its people. Their living conditions were far from ideal, but they had managed well despite it all. They had refused to cower before Thorne, and each of them had lost one or more loved ones to his relentless expansion, enslaving those he deemed refugees and rogues. Ragnar hated the fact that Thorne couldn’t accept the idea that some people simply wanted to be free, unbound by any alpha or rigid leadership. His piercing blue eyes flicked over the activities around him, his ears picking up every movement beneath the laughter and murmured conversations. He was always alert and always listening. Suddenly, a twig snapped behind him. He steeled himself, pinpointing the exact direction of the sound without turning his head. Inhal
Thorne stormed through the mansion, sniffing like a hellhound alongside his guards who were searching for Ember on his command. The entire mansion was on high alert, whispers and questions flitting between staff and pack members about what was happening. He was enraged. What were the odds? That a member of a pack he was feuding with had infiltrated his pack, his house, his heart? It was all so convenient. Serene had told him that Ember was the head of one of the rogue packs formed after Bloodveil fell. They had been causing disturbances and plotting their revenge from the shadows. She was smart, and he didn’t know how, but she had orchestrated their meeting in the woods that day, probably to kill him. But fate had given her a much better option. By mating them, she gained access to far more than his territory. He couldn’t believe he had let her into his house, right under his nose. He had given her access to everything. It was a mistake, but one that could be remedied once he found h
Ember felt crushed beneath the weight of all the eyes that were on her. Her heavy breathing sounded almost too loud in the silence of the hall. From the corner of her eye, she saw Dorothea watching her, her expression torn between belief and doubt. Ember’s heart clenched at the uncertain look on her face. Even worse, Serene was there too, smiling smugly as she looked down at Ember, who was on her knees between two guards. Ember’s chest burned with hatred for her, but she forced herself to tear her gaze away from Serene and focus on Thorne. “Answer me!” Thorne’s voice boomed angrily, echoing through the hall. “I didn’t mean to keep it from you, Thorne…” “It’s Alpha. Alpha Thorne to you,” he snapped, his voice thick with anger… and something else. Hurt. Ember swallowed hard, her voice tight with unshed tears. “I didn’t mean to keep it from you, Alpha. I swear to you, I had no plans against you. I just wanted to find my mother and brother, that’s all!” Thorne looked at her with disb
If Thorne was angry before, now he was enraged. He placed both hands on his hips and took a deep, rattling breath with his back turned to Ember. “How many of ours?” he asked Darius, who was being helped up by the pack nurse. “It’s just the three of us left,” Darius responded grimly, gesturing to himself and the two wounded guards beside him. People stared and glared at Ember, the whispering taking on a hateful and accusing tone. Thorne rubbed his chin as he slowly turned to face her. His eyes were bloodshot and livid. “Tell me why I shouldn’t end you right here, Ember.” “I don’t know what he’s talking about, please,” Ember said, her voice shaky and pleading. The tears were falling in earnest now, and her heart twisted under the weight of the accusations. Maybe she could have avoided this if she had just come clean to him. But why were Darius and Serene doing this? What had she done to them? “Why would you do this?” Thorne asked, looking at her with disgust. “Innocent people, wom
Ember was taken aback.Did he just say… mate? To who?Her wolf snarled violently at the silver wolf as he took a tentative step toward her. Her sneer meant ‘watch it.’But the silver wolf did not stop, he kept moving forward in slow, deliberate steps, sniffing the air like it intoxicated him. When he came within biting distance, Ember snapped her jaws at him in warning, but with lightning fast speed, he struck her muzzle with his huge paw. Ember recovered immediately and latched onto his leg, biting down with force until she tasted blood.Anger flashed in the silver wolf’s red eyes, and he barked, swiping at her again, this time with more force, sending her rolling away from the carriage.As Ember stood up, she saw him sniffing the back of the carriage where Kaya and her mother lay unconscious. The moment she rushed at him, his voice came into her head again, assertive, with a hint of warning.‘Mate.’Ember approached the carriage cautiously, her wolf still bristling. The silver wol
The night wind was cold, biting into Ember’s skin as she rode in the back of the carriage with Kaya, Luna Zyrah, and Raphael, while Caden sat at the front. They had taken blankets along, draping them over the sleeping women to protect them from the harsh cold.Ember was silent, trying her best to ignore the ache of the mate bond. It took every bit of her self-control not to shift into her wolf form and run back into Thorne’s arms. She had thought she was ready to leave him, but her wolf wanted otherwise. She whined and pawed at the edges of Ember’s mind, resurfacing every time Ember pushed her back into her subconscious.Raphael noticed. He contemplated asking her about it but wasn’t sure she would want to talk, especially with her brother at the front, who was obviously annoyed with the arrangement. Then, seeing her discomfort, he asked anyway.“Are you okay?” Raphael peered at her with concern.“Yeah,” Ember responded softly, her eyes never leaving the direction of Thorne’s mansio
Ember stared at Thorne defiantly, her chest rising and falling with pemt up rage. She had already checked out mentally, and being forced to stay in a place she didn’t want to be in was going to be hell.Thorne met her gaze with the same intensity, then he said something that stunned her.“If you leave this territory, make sure you never come back. My guards will tear you apart if you so much as step a foot in.” His voice was icy. He meant it.Ember was at a loss for words. She had been ready to fight for her right to leave, not for him to cut her off completely. Before she could respond, Thorne waved a hand at his guards. They released Caden immediately, the chains clattering to the floor as he stood up, glaring at Thorne.“Let’s go get our mother, Ember,” Caden said, grabbing her arm and leading her out the door. Her gaze locked with Thorne’s until they stepped into the hallway, the mate bond thumping in her chest.Caden walked briskly, like he already knew where their mother was, he
Ember sat on her vanity, running a brush through her hair when she felt it, a sudden feeling of high alert. She peered around the room as though someone was hiding in the shadows, watching her.Before she could react to the sinking feeling in her chest, she heard a loud crash. It sounded like it came from Thorne’s wing. Maybe he was having a tantrum, who knew what had angered him this time. She was about to continue preparing for bed when she heard muffled snarls and more crashing.She stood up immediately, moving to her window. Some guards in the courtyard were racing into the mansion amidst the growling and crashing coming from Thorne’s room.The mate bond tugged at her, and before she knew it, she found herself running out of her room toward Thorne’s wing, her heart pounding, different scenarios playing in her head. What if they were under attack?Before she reached his door, more than five guards rushed ahead of her, storming inside to the sounds of shifting bodies, more growlin
Caden stealthily moved through the darkness, his footsteps light against the damp earth. The towering walls of Thorne’s estate loomed ahead, but he didn’t slow down. He had one goal, to put an end to the monster who had taken his mother captive.Matteo’s words rang in his head, “Thorne has her. If you want to save her, you know what to do.”His fingers curled into fists as he lept, gripping the rough stone of the wall. It wasn’t easy, but years of training made it possible. He scaled it swiftly, dropping onto the other side without a sound. The mansion was ahead, bathed in soft moonlight, and he could see the large balcony that led straight to Thorne’s bedroom.Caden took his time getting there, making sure no guards were in sight. When he reached the balcony, he tested the glass door. It was locked.No problem.He pulled a small blade from his pocket, he wedged it into the gap between the door and the frame, twisting until he heard a soft click. The lock gave wa
Ember sat by Kaya’s side in the pack clinic, running her fingers through her short blond hair. Kaya had never spoken about it outright, but Ember knew how attached she had been to her hair. It was the one thing that made Kaya feel unique in a world of fantasy and powerful beings, it had made her feel special and distinguished. Long and thick enough to turn heads, it shone in the sun like it had a life of its own.And Darius had ruthlessly taken it from her. Ember scowled at the thought of him, barely containing her anger. She couldn’t wait to witness his end. He was going to pay for his crimes against her family, people like him always got their karma in the end.Kaya’s fingers twitched slightly, drawing Ember closer to the bed.“I’m here. You’re okay,” Ember whispered, tracing the side of her face. “Wake up soon so you can recover and become a wolf like your parents always wanted.”Ember thought about what the nurse had said and couldn’t understand why Kaya, or anyone, for that matte
Caden walked into Alpha Matteo’s office. The space was grand, filled with sculptures and plaques, reflecting Matteo’s obsession with making an impression. He had been training relentlessly every day, honing his stealth and fighting skills, waiting for the day Matteo would summon him with the news he so desperately wanted to hear, the mission on Thorne. Although he itched to march down to Thorne’s territory and engage him in battle to avenge his father, he respected Matteo’s decision to observe the coast first. Matteo was seated in his black, plush office chair, a thick, lit cigar in hand. As he heard Caden enter, he turned his head to regard him but burst into a coughing fit, the smoke evidently getting into his lungs. “Alpha,” Caden said, bowing in respect. “Caden, boy,” Matteo rasped in the middle of his coughing fit. Caden waited patiently as Matteo grabbed his cup of whiskey, downing it in one loud gulp to soothe his throat. “I’ve seen you training tirelessly, boy,” Matteo sai
Warning: This content contains mature themes and material intended for adult audiences. Viewer/reader discretion is advised. “Where the hell have you been?” Serene asked, her voice barely containing her anger. “You left me all alone in this wretched place for three days!” Darius didn’t respond. He walked into the inn room, brushing past Serene, who was holding the door open. “Well?!” she yelled again, following him with her arms crossed over her chest. “You’re disgusted by me, aren’t you? So I thought to give you some space. And I needed the air,” Darius said flatly. He took off his shirt, the fabric soiled with grime and mud. “You were taking air for three days?!” Darius ignored her. He walked into the bathroom and shut the door. Serene stomped over and tried to open it, but he had bolted it from inside. “Open the damned door, Darius!” she screamed, pounding her fists against the wood. “Ugh!” she yelled in frustration. Inside the bathroom, Darius sighed as he washed himself. W
Thorne drafted out the notice in his office. It was to be delivered to the soldiers quarters concerning his need for a new beta. A date would be set, and all the interested wolves would attend, sparring against each other until the winners from each group competed for a chance to be trained personally by him. Then he would choose a beta from them within a month after judging their skills in combat and delegated leadership. After penning down the last sentence and stamping the document, he sighed, having accomplished that task. “Jameson,” he called, and his office door opened as one of his guards answered. The guard marched toward his outstretched hand and bowed sharply before taking the envelope. “Deliver this to the Captain of the Guard. I expect the preparations to commence as soon as possible.” “Yes, Alpha,” Jameson said, bowing again before leaving the office. Thorne sighed again. There was only one name on his mind. Ember. But he wasn’t ready. Not yet. He wasn’t ready for