Life in the Ember Pack seemed ordinary—until Annatoria, the Luna, was accused of infidelity by her husband, the Alpha. Infidelity was the last thing Anna would ever consider, even in a failing marriage. Yet there she stood, publicly shamed and branded a whore. A cruel setup led to her rejection and banishment, leaving her broken and alone. For three long years, Anna struggled to survive, enduring hardship after hardship. But with the help of Alpha Asher—a close friend who secretly harbored feelings for her—she rose from the ashes. Now, as a powerful Alpha in her own right, she’s the talk of the shifter world. On the day she returns to the Ember Pack to reclaim her son, fate strikes once again. As she nears the pack gates, a deep, familiar growl sends shivers down her spine. “You’re my mate.” Her wolf stirred. “What is that scent?” A mate? How did the “banished” Annatoria gain the power to walk into the pack unchallenged? And who is the wolf claiming her as his?
View More“Hi, Layla” Asher smiled back. They'd known each other since high school too. She's been crushing on him since then but, she's nothing compared to the girls that were vying around him. He gave her a side hug which he almost rejected, he instantly remembered Annatoria. Layla was being clingy, Dave saw it too.No pack leader really liked her. They only looked like they did like her but……deep down, many said a lot of nasty things about her. He stylishly pulled away from her hug but as he was about to make a move out of the hall, his name was called on the stage. He was to give his speech to the seated guests and the new members.Even though he wanted to check on Annatoria, he had no option than to give his speech l on the stage and act as a responsible Alpha who wouldn't keep everyone waiting. After that, he could go back to the house.As he walked towards the stage, cheerings, clapping, and gasps escaped the lips of the guest.“Good day, ladies and gentlemen. I welcome you, to the 8
It was the official program day. The Member Acceptance Program.It was indeed a big event, often held by The Pack. It was a celebration thrown for the people who were newly brought into the pack. The rogues who really wanted a change, would apply for this program to any available pack and after the pack evaluated and processes their information, they would be accepted and be shown love.“Annatoria," Asher waved at Annatoria who was lost in watching the whole scenery. The decoration of the main hall, the walkway, the chairs and colors were top-notch.They had the best designers and decorators do that……“Alph" She smiled, waving back as soon as she sighted him. He was assisting the decorators in fixing the Chandelier lights.“Where were you?" Asher asked, as he fixed up the light, then got down to walk with Annatoria.“I was taking a nap, so I decided to check out the progress. The ceremony would take place by 9pm, right?" " Let's go then’As Annatoria took a step forward, she had no
Annatoria's POVI got up early this morning, feeling different. For the first time in a long time, I smiled. “Good morning" I heard Radolf's voice. Oh no! It was just in my head. I scoffed, as memories of him flashed in my head. I felt like I was being alive for the first time ever. I realized I'm too young to live my entire life in sadness and pain. The goal was to be happy.“Annatoria" Someone called my name from behind as soon as I stepped on the training ground. Back in Radolf's pack, I would join the trainees in their training. It was more than joy whenever I practiced among them. I was strong enough and in no time, I had my abilities … ..the abilities everyone in the pack envied.“Good morning, Ash”I smiled with my eyes. "What was last night about?”He asked.What! Last night? I didn't even understand what he meant."I was in my room, all night. As a matter of fact, I slept all night” I responded, walking towards the COMBAT ARENA. My sharp eyes scanning the intense sparri
As the large ancient door opened, a Man seated on a throne-like couch is revealed. His eyes shone in anger and bitterness. The air thickened with the foul, metalic smell of blood. The dark cozy room felt cold but as soon as he voiced, the atmosphere was filled with authority and power. “Why haven't they returned?" He questioned Ryder—his right-hand man, his voice laced with power which caused the other two in the room to tremble. “I don't know, my Lord. We've sent some warriors across the mountain, my Lord" the one who answered, trembled.“Make sure they return with her, alive”He instructed before leaving the throne. He was the King of the Rogues. The owner of the dreadful name " Manga”-- the one who reduced packs to nothing, the great werewolf slayer. He never gave up on a target without getting what he really wanted. As he walked, his footsteps echoed in the room. All those around him shivered in fear whenever he spoke. His dreadful name and appearance terrified pack leaders.
It was exactly three days after being rescued and taken in, by the Alpha of the Moon Crest Pack. He was clearly Annatoria's enemy because, a son to her late Father's enemy was her enemy as well. He probably didn't know who she was….all he knew was probably her identity as the former Luna of the Ember Wolves Pack.“Good morning, ma'am" A maiden in the pack house bowed to Annatoria, as she walked towards the dining room. Asher had brought her to his home, his pack, and declared she was an important person. “Good morning, Alpha" She smiled, as soon as she sighted Asher.They'd gotten to know little about each other since a day after she came into the house…….Asher also made sure he got her a personal slave. The only thing he made sure not to intrude in, was asking about how her life at the Ember Wolves Pack was. He knew she hadn't healed yet. “No,Asher is fine. Call me Asher" He said as he playfully shook his head. Annatoria flashed a fake smile, trying to swallow up the awkwardness.
Chapter 5: Sparks in the StormAlpha Asher of the Moon Crest Pack sat on a small rock, sheltered by the thick canopy above him. The woods were quiet, except for the rustling of leaves and the occasional chirp of crickets. Asher often came here when he needed his peace and solitude—a place where he could find peace amidst the endless responsibilities of being an Alpha.He inhaled deeply, savoring the scent of pine and damp earth that filled the air. The world felt far away here, removed from the chaos of pack disputes and the looming dangers outside his borders. His fingers brushed against the rough bark of a nearby tree, his mind clear for the moment.But peace, like the calm before a storm, was always fleeting.Dark clouds began to roll in, thick and heavy. The first drops of rain splattered onto the ground, followed by a sudden downpour. Asher stood up, his brow furrowing. Not a perfect time for a walk, but he’d never been one to let weather dictate his actions.As he trekked deeper
As Annatoria was dragged into the council room, her gaze locked with the elders seated in a rigid semicircle, their faces devoid of emotion. They resembled statues carved from stone, unyielding and unforgiving. Elder Scrolls, the oldest and most revered Lycan, sat at the far end, his throne an imposing symbol of authority that dominated the room.Their stern faces gnawed at her but, she was eager to hear them listen to her own part of the Story. “What is happening?” her wolf whispered within her, unease blending with Annatoria’s rising panic. She swallowed hard, forcing herself to remain calm. She knew she hadn’t touched Radolf. Their confrontation had been nothing more than words—angry, biting words, but words nonetheless. “Luna Annatoria, you’ve been summoned for judgment,” Elder Evelyn announced, her voice as cold and sharp as an arctic wind. She stood tall, her piercing gaze unwavering as it bore into Annatoria. “Judgment?” Annatoria repeated, confusion tightening her chest. Her
Chapter 3: AccusationTwo god-damned weeks. That was how long it had been since Annatoria last saw Radolf. Two weeks of sleepless nights, battling the crushing pain in her chest every time their mate bond pulled—reminding her of the women he took to his bed. Two weeks of biting down on her emotions, pretending she wasn’t shattered, pretending she didn’t care. Pretending to be the strongest woman who cared less about the man who hurt her most, was the hardest to do. Memories of him didn't leave her head, even though she wanted them to.Radolf had left without a word after she caught him with Candace, one of the pack’s maids. The remorse she expected from him, was no where to be found. After all, she hadn't seen him since then.Annatoria hadn’t confronted him except for the night he walked into the room she was, with her son Ernoulf.What was the point? Every attempt to address his infidelity ended the same—with his icy indifference and her own tears. She had stopped crying a long time
Candace-the wench! There she was, in Ernoulf’s bed—half-naked and shivering. Annatoria knew it was an act, though it seemed so real. “What’s going on here?" she asked, her eyes squinting, her head tilting as she slowly walked into the room, leaving the door wide open. Her husband, Radolf, showed no remorse, while Candace, the naked woman, shrank back upon seeing her. “Get out!” Annatoria ordered, her voice laced with bitterness and anger. Fear flashed in Candace’s eyes, but Radolf countered. “She’s not going anywhere,” he said coldly, his tone emotionless. Annatoria’s mind screamed. “What!” The words echoed in her mind, too loud for comfort. “You heard me. I want her, and I’ll have her,” Radolf replied, his words as cold as ice. To his wife? Probably to the pussy he kept in his home.. They hit her like a slap, and Annatoria clenched her fists, aching to strike him. “In our kid’s bedroom?” she asked, her fists tightening at her sides. She wouldn’t dare strike the Alpha, but th
Morning light streamed through the bedroom window, wrapping Annatoria in its gentle warmth as she rolled from the other side of the bed. Her alarm had rang twice but she was too sleepy to get up. A faint voice drifted into her consciousness, pulling her from sleep.“Morning, darling,” Radolf murmured. His tone was soft, coaxing her awake.She stirred, eyes slowly opened, and grumbled a lazy, “Morning.” The irritation in her voice dissipated the moment his lips brushed hers. He kissed her with a tenderness that made her heart stutter, even as her mind screamed at her to stay guarded.But the spell broke just as quickly. “Where the hell were you?” she asked, swatting him lightly on the back. Her forced smile faded. Radolf hadn’t come home last night, and she couldn’t ignore the weight of that truth. She'd cried all night, dealing and clenching her chest from pain of the matebond.He chuckled dryly, feigning innocence. “My baby’s mad at me, isn’t she?” His lips tugged into a pout as he...
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