For eighteen years, Amara Kings has been nothing more than a ghost—a forgotten heir locked away in secrecy. On the night of her long-awaited debut, she senses her fated mate among the guests. But her dreams of love and freedom shatter when Alpha Elias Beaumont, the man destined to be hers, publicly rejects her and claims her sister, Kamla, instead. Betrayed and heartbroken, Amara swears Kamla will not get away with her deception. But when Kamla is found murdered that same night, all eyes turn to Amara. Branded a jealous killer, she is thrown into a nightmare of torture and humiliation at the hands of the mate who once denied her. But Amara is no ordinary wolf. As darkness rises and buried secrets unravel, she discovers a power within her that could reshape the entire werewolf world—or destroy it. With enemies lurking in the shadows, an obsessed Alpha vying for her heart, and Elias desperate for redemption, Amara must decide: will she seek vengeance, claim her rightful place, or carve a new destiny of her own? The truth was never meant to come to light. But now that it has, the world will never be the same.
View MoreOrion Blackwood's POVI caught the guard's arm mid-swing and turned it behind his back. His knife clattered to the ground."I don't want to hurt you, Travis," I whispered. "I just need to get inside."Recognition flashed in the young guard's eyes. "Orion? You can't be here! They'll kill you on sight!""Let them try," I said, releasing him. "I've survived worse than Beta Luther's welcome committee."Eight years in hiding had changed me. Once, I'd been Blood Moon Pack's Head Warrior, Charles Winters' right hand. Now I was a ghost, returning to a place that had forgotten me.Travis glanced nervously toward the main house. "Everything's fallen apart, Orion. Alpha Charles is dead. Kamla was murdered. Amara disappeared. And Beta Luther...""Is acting Alpha now," I finished for him. "I know. That's why I'm back."Travis hesitated, then gave me his pack jacket. "Take this. It'll help you blend in. The old tunnels beneath the packhouse haven't been sealed. Enter through the east side."I clasp
Five years earlier"You can't be serious, Uncle." Elias stood before me, barely twenty years old, already showing the attitude that would one day destroy him."I've seen it with my own eyes," I insisted. "Charles Winters is hiding something. A child with powers that could change everything.""The Blood Moon Pack has always been secretive," Elias shrugged. "That doesn't mean they're harboring some magical child."I slammed my fist on the table. "This isn't about pack politics! The prophecy speaks of a three-heart child who will either unite or destroy us all. If Charles is hiding her—""Prophecies," Elias laughed. "You sound like the old witch who lives at the edge of our territory.""Celeste Moreau knows more than you give her credit for," I growled."Mother was right. You're becoming unstable." Elias turned away. "Perhaps it's time for new leadership."I froze. "You would challenge me? Your own blood?""If I must." His eyes flashed gold - the mark of an Alpha. My sister's son, but no
Lyra Sinclair's POVI said simply. "No ordinary binding could have held power like hers. It had to be blood magic from all three races." Amara stood suddenly, pacing. "My mother knew. She gave me a choice—keep my power or lose it forever." "And you chose to keep it," I said. "Now you need to learn to control it." "How?" she asked. "Who can teach me to be something no one has ever been before?" Before I could answer, a sharp pain stabbed behind my eyes. I gasped, grabbing my head. "Lyra?" Elias moved to help me, but I waved him away. The whispers came, as they always did—my spirit guides, whispering urgently in my mind. Danger comes. Blood and shade. The mother of lies approaches. "What is it?" Amara asked, worry replacing anger in her eyes. "What's wrong?" I fought to focus through the pain. "We need to leave. Now." "Why?" Elias asked. "What did you see?" "Not see. Hear." I began gathering my scattered goods. "My guides are warning me. Someone's coming. Someone dangerous."
Ingrid Devereaux's POVI smiled thinly. "Because I have something they need."I opened a small wooden box on the table. Inside lay a silver feather—identical to the one Amara had found where her mother apparently died."A trap," Alpha Reiner realized."Call it an invitation," I said. "When Seraphina feels this feather's magic activate, she'll come. And Amara will follow.""You're gambling with all our lives," Alpha Leona threatened."I'm saving them," I amended. "Starting with my son's."After the Council members left, I stood by the window, watching the sun set over the area my husband had built—the legacy meant for my son.The door opened behind me. "The preparations are complete," Kaya said. "The perimeter is secured.""Good. No one enters or leaves without my permission.""And if Elias returns willingly?" she asked softly.I turned to face her, steel in my voice. "Lock him in the holding cells. For his own protection.""Yes, Luna." She paused. "There's something else. A message, f
Ingrid Devereaux's POVI smashed the crystal glass against the wall, watching it break into a thousand pieces. My hands shook with rage."What do you mean Elias is gone?" I asked, glaring at the messenger who cowered by the door."He left with the girl, Luna Devereaux," the young wolf stammered. "After the light in the forest. Everyone saw it—like the sun itself had fallen to earth."My heart dropped to my stomach. Amara had changed. The prophecy was coming true despite everything I'd done to avoid it."Get out," I snapped. When the servant didn't move fast enough, I roared, "NOW!"The door slammed behind him. I closed my eyes, trying to slow my racing thoughts. My boy. My only child. He was with her—the monster I'd spent eighteen years trying to keep him away from.I grabbed my phone, calling the one person who might understand."It's happened," I said when she answered. "Amara has awakened."Celeste's voice was strained. "I know. I was there.""And you let it happen?" I hissed."I h
Five years ago, Viktor had approached me after Elias became Alpha instead of me."You deserve to lead," Viktor had whispered. "Not my weak nephew. Help me, and I'll make sure you get what's rightfully yours."I'd been so angry, so jealous. Elias had everything—the title, the respect, the power. It should have been mine.So when Viktor told me about the prophecy, about a girl who could destroy or join the packs, I listened. When he told me about a plan to make sure she never reached her potential, I helped.I was there the night Kamla cast the spell to trick Elias. I held her hand as she wept, knowing the magic would ultimately kill her."Do you love him that much?" I had asked her."No," she'd admitted. "But I hate my sister more."I remembered how we found the witch, Celeste, who gave Kamla the illegal spell. How we convinced her that Elias was her true mate. How we planned every aspect of Amara's downfall.But we never planned for Amara's power to rise. We never planned for Elias to
Amara's POVCharles grabbed my arm. "Amara, wait. There's something you need to know. Something important." He held out a small bottle filled with silvery-blue liquid. "Your mother wanted you to have this. She said it would save you." I took the vial, feeling weird power humming within it. "Save me from what?" "From the prophecy," Celeste answered. "From your destiny." "What destiny?" "To either unite the supernatural world or destroy it completely," she said. "The choice will be yours alone." I looked at the vial, then back at the fight outside. At my hurt mother. At Elias, watching me with those eyes that now seemed so familiar. "And this will change that?" I asked, holding up the bottle. "It will bind your powers again," Charles explained. "Make you just a wolf. No memories of your true nature. No destiny." "No me," I realized. "Just the Amara you raised. The one who never knew the truth." He didn't deny it. The marks on my skin glowed brighter as my anger rose.
Amara's POV I woke up screaming, my body on fire. Golden light burst from my skin, shooting out like lightning. The wooden walls of the shack cracked around me as I thrashed on the floor, unable to control what was happening. "Hold her down!" someone yelled. Elias. His hands pressed against my shoulders, but he jerked back when the light burned him. "Don't touch me!" I screamed, not out of anger but fear. I didn't want to hurt him. The thought shocked me after everything he'd done. Another wave of pain crashed through me. My bones changed, but not into wolf form—into something else. Something new. The power that had been locked inside me for eighteen years broke free like a dam breaking. "Amara, fight it!" Elias begged. "The binding is breaking too fast!" Through tear-filled eyes, I saw Celeste furiously drawing symbols around me. "I can't slow it," she cried. "Her power is too strong!" I arched my back as another rush hit me. Suddenly, my mind filled with images—m
How could I make him understand? I'd never meant to fall in love with him. Never meant to stay so long in this world of dogs and men. But I had, and now everyone I loved would pay the price. "I'm going to her," I said. "I'm the only one who can help her now." "Then I'm coming with you," Charles declared. I shook my head. "No. Luther's hunters are watching you. If you leave, they'll follow." "Luther." Charles spat the name like poison. "I knew he couldn't be trusted. But why? Why would he betray us after all these years?" "Because he knows what Amara can do. What she will become once the binding breaks completely." Through the window, I could see movement in the trees surrounding our house. Luther's men were getting closer. "Charles," I said, taking his hand. "There's something I never told you. About the night Celeste brought Amara to us." His fingers tightened around mine. "What?" "She wasn't running from the Shadow Council. She was running from something worse." I
Amara's POVI'd never looked up at the sky.Not like other folks had; stretching out wide and boundless and full of potential. My world was always broken into fragments, viewed through contradicting bars across my window or the splits in frigid stone walls that held me captive. Outside existed only in fantasy, something I'd dreamed, something I was never supposed to reach.For eighteen years, I had never been anything other than a secret. A pilfered breath in shadowed hallways. A ghost behind closed doors. A Winters by birth, but not by name. No one beyond these doors was aware of my presence.Because I was never supposed to be.I felt all that would change this night. My heart beat rose, as I thought of the possibility and the door opened. Heeling clicks, slow, stiffly, rang through the stillness. And then the voice, honey-sweet and lethal."You're actually doing this?" I heard her say. I turned to see Kamla. She stood in the doorway, with her arms folded, her smile like a knife. ...
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