Nicola, a shy and bullied Omega, has always been the outcast of the Crescent Moon Pack. At school, she fades into the background, enduring the jeers of her peers. But on the night of her 18th birthday, everything changes when she catches the attention of the Blackstone triplets—powerful Alphas destined to lead the pack. When they call her "mate," the fiery bond between them sparks a passion she can’t deny. But with a rival pack threatening war and secrets about Nicola’s true nature coming to light, her quiet life spirals into chaos. Can an Omega prove she belongs at the heart of the pack and in the arms of three Alphas? A steamy YA shifter romance where love, danger and destiny collide.
View MoreThe sun had fully risen by the time Nicola and her companions returned to the pack’s compound. The triplets walked close beside her, their protectiveness evident in the way they scanned their surroundings, even in the safety of their own territory. Cedric and Lucas trailed behind, their expressions somber.Nicola clutched the small box containing the vial to her chest, her thoughts a tangled mess. Her father’s notes swirled in her mind, the weight of his warnings pressing heavily on her.The rogue in the cells. The beasts in the forest. The vial of moonstone energy. The pieces of the puzzle were slowly coming together, but the picture it formed was far more sinister than she’d imagined.As soon as they reached the pack house, Nicola headed straight for the alpha’s study. Her mother and Cedric’s mating ceremony had been a rare reprieve, but the time for celebration was over.Alpha Marcus was already there, seated behind his desk. Clara sat beside him, her brow furrowed in concern. Elde
Nicola, the triplets, Lucas and Cedric stood at the edge of the northern forest as dawn's first light cast a pale glow over the treetops. The ancient woods stretched before them, dense and cloaked in an eerie stillness. Nicola clutched the leather journal tightly against her chest, the key tucked safely in her pocket.“This is where he said it would be,” Nicola murmured, glancing back at the group.“Your father hid something out here, protected by runes?” Lucas asked, his expression skeptical yet intrigued.Nicola nodded, her gaze unwavering. “Something he thought could help. We need to find it.”“Then let’s not waste time,” Damien said, stepping forward. “Whatever’s watching us, we can handle it.”The group moved into the forest, their footsteps muffled by the soft bed of moss and leaves. The trees loomed tall and ancient, their gnarled branches forming a canopy that filtered the sunlight into fractured patterns on the ground.Nicola led the way, the journal open in her hands. Her fa
The air was thick with urgency as Nicola rushed through the village toward her mother’s house. Time felt like it was slipping away, and the mystery surrounding the Forsaken weighed heavily on her. If there was any hope of finding answers, it lay in the legacy her father had left behind.Her boots crunched against the gravel path as she approached the modest, yet cozy, home she had grown up in. The warm yellow glow of the porch light greeted her, a comforting reminder of simpler times. But Nicola had no time to linger on nostalgia.She pushed the door open, the familiar creak of its hinges making her pause for a moment. The house was silent, save for the faint ticking of the clock in the living room. Clara and Cedric were still at the packhouse, no doubt basking in the glow of their new bond. That left Nicola alone to search.She inhaled deeply, her resolve hardening as she stepped inside.The living room looked exactly as it had when she was a child. The well-worn couch, the bookshelf
The morning after the celebratory escapade by the lake, the pack was still basking in the afterglow of the night’s festivities. Yet, the shadows of unanswered questions lingered. Nicola, alongside the triplets and Lucas, had been increasingly unsettled by the events surrounding the rogue attacks and the strange beast they had fought.Lucas had been uncharacteristically quiet since the battle. The connection he’d felt during the fight gnawed at him, leaving him restless. That morning, he decided he needed answers.Lucas approached the clearing where the body of the beast had been preserved, placed in a magically fortified enclosure to prevent decay. The creature’s grotesque features, once terrifying in battle, now appeared eerily human under the soft morning light. His heart sank as he moved closer, crouching near its head. There was something heartbreakingly familiar in its lifeless, deformed face.He froze. The eyes - though clouded in death - were unmistakable.“No,” Lucas whispered
The dawn came slowly, its golden light filtering through the forest canopy and casting long shadows over the pack’s sprawling territory. Nicola stretched lazily, the events of the night before lingering in her mind like a pleasant dream. The triplets were still asleep beside her, their breaths slow and steady, their presence a comforting warmth. For a moment, she let herself enjoy the serenity of the morning.But the peace was short-lived.A sharp knock at the door jolted her fully awake. Before she could answer, the door creaked open, revealing Chloe’s wide-eyed face.“Nicola, you need to come,” she said urgently. “Something’s happened.”Nicola shot up, instantly alert. “What is it?”“It’s one of the prisoners,” Chloe said, her voice tight. “He’s... well, you need to see for yourself.”The triplets stirred as she slipped out of bed, quickly pulling on clothes. Damien was the first to sit up, his sharp eyes narrowing. “What’s going on?”“I’ll find out,” Nicola replied, pressing a hand
The bonfire dwindled to glowing embers, its warmth slowly giving way to the cool embrace of the night. Nicola stood near the edge of the clearing, watching the remaining guests linger in soft laughter and fading conversation. The ceremony had been perfect, the celebration a jubilant crescendo, and now everything seemed to settle into a peaceful lull. She let out a soft sigh, feeling both full and light.“Don’t think you’re done yet,” Dylan’s teasing voice cut through her reverie.She turned, raising an eyebrow at the mischievous grin he wore. Dean and Damien stood behind him, both smirking in silent agreement.“What now?” she asked, the corners of her mouth twitching with amusement.Dean stepped closer, hands in his pockets, his eyes gleaming in the firelight. “The night’s young, and so are we. The party’s winding down, sure, but we’re just getting started.”Damien crossed his arms, tilting his head toward the forest. “We’ve got plans.”Nicola raised an eyebrow. “Plans? Should I be wo
The ceremonial grounds were breathtaking, transformed into a scene that could rival the most enchanting of dreams. Lanterns hung from the branches of old trees, their golden glow casting warm light over the gathered pack members. Flowers adorned every surface, their delicate fragrance blending with the crisp, fresh air. A circular altar stood at the heart of the grounds, adorned with ivy and white roses, symbolizing unity and renewal.Nicola stood near the edge of the clearing, her mother at her side. Clara looked radiant in her gown, her nerves masked by the soft smile she wore. Cedric waited near the altar, his expression a mix of reverence and anticipation, his suit tailored perfectly to his broad frame.Nicola leaned closer, her voice low but full of affection. “You’re the most beautiful bride I’ve ever seen, Mom. Cedric won’t be able to take his eyes off you.”Clara chuckled softly, her nervous energy melting into a smile. “It feels strange, starting over like this. But... right.
The morning sun cast a warm glow over the pack’s estate, the light filtering through window. She stretched lazily, her body still tingling from the night before. The faint sound of bustling activity outside reminded her that today wasn’t about her, though - it was her mother and Cedric’s mating ceremony.After a leisurely breakfast with the triplets, Nicola excused herself, leaving them to handle some last-minute pack business. With a bounce in her step, she made her way to her mother’s home.As she entered, the room was already alive with energy. Chloe, her high school friend, was busy organizing a variety of makeup palettes and brushes. Theo, with his sharp eye for style, was laying out a selection of sparkling jewelry on the vanity.“There she is!” Chloe exclaimed, turning toward Nicola with a wide grin. “The daughter of the bride!”Nicola chuckled, shaking her head as she took in the scene. “You’re all working so hard. Where’s my mom?”“Trying on the dress for the millionth time,”
Dylan lifted her in his strong arms and walked with her to the master bedroom. He lay her carefully on a center of bed. Dean got closer to bed, reached to the hem of covering her material, griped it and took off the towel from her body and with one swift move throw it somewhere behind. She saw pure desire in his darkened eyes. That was sexy. Next she looked on Damien. He was already putting his hands on her knees and spreading her legs apart.Damien’s hands traced the insides of Nicola’s thighs with an aching slowness, his fingertips igniting sparks of heat with every touch. She trembled under his touch, anticipation coiling tightly within her as his head dipped lower. His warm breath sent shivers coursing through her before his tongue met her, drawing a sharp gasp from her lips. The intensity of his attention made her toes curl, her fingers threading through his dark hair as she gripped him tightly, needing something to hold onto as wave after wave of sensation crashed over her.Abo
The clock on the classroom wall ticked loudly, its sound amplified by the suffocating silence. Nicola James sat in the back corner, her chair slightly askew to keep her distance from the other students. Not that anyone wanted to be close to her. The fluorescent lights overhead buzzed faintly, flickering every now and then, but no one else seemed to notice. Crescent Moon High was old, the kind of school where the lockers stuck, the cafeteria food tasted like cardboard, and the faint smell of mildew lingered no matter how many times they cleaned.Nicola glanced at the clock again. Two minutes until the bell. Two minutes until she could blend into the crowd, slip through the hallways unnoticed, and finally escape the judgmental stares that followed her everywhere. Two minutes until she could retreat into the safety of her own mind.The teacher’s voice droned on, his monotone explanation of algebra formulas fading into the background. Nicola’s gaze drifted to the window. The late autumn s...
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