Exiled. Marked for death. Forgotten by her own blood. Michelle Morripin spent years living like a beast—until a cruel offer gives her the chance to reclaim what was stolen from her: her name, her place in the world… her revenge. All she has to do is bear the Supreme Alpha’s child. But there’s one problem: Matthew Dawolf doesn’t touch women. Legendary, untouchable, and feared, he keeps his distance from any female. No one has ever seen him falter. No one has ever seen him burn with desire. Until now. Disguised as a mere servant, Michelle infiltrates the castle, ready to complete her mission. But when she crosses paths with him, she realizes that the distant, indifferent Alpha everyone describes can’t take his eyes off her. He watches her. He hunts her. He wants her. And Michelle? She was supposed to seduce him. Complete her plan and walk away. But how do you escape the deadliest wolf in the kingdom when the real game has already begun—and the prize might be her own life?
View MoreAlesha Stokes — Back to the BattlefieldThe night had barely brushed against me.I drifted in and out of sleep, just a few minutes here and there, between sighs and scattered thoughts—each one pulling me awake with a new fear, a fresh memory. My eyes burned with exhaustion, but the weariness of the mind has always been crueler than that of the body.Before the sun had even risen, I was already on my feet.I got dressed quietly, trying not to wake anyone. Marilyn was in a deep sleep, her face peaceful for the first time in days. Her friends were scattered around the floor on makeshift mattresses, all fast asleep. I stood there for a moment, watching them, my heart tight in my chest. I wanted to hug them, to thank them for everything… but I knew if I woke Marilyn, she’d try to make me stay. And this time, I couldn’t afford to waver.I slung my bundle over my shoulder, pulled the thickest cloak I had over my head, and walked to the door.Just before stepping out, I looked back at the hou
Alesha Stokes — Protective InstinctThe night dragged on, painfully slow, as if time itself wanted to remind me that the next day was getting closer with every breath.I couldn’t sleep.I stayed seated in the wooden chair beside Marilyn’s bed, my eyes fixed on the window, fogged by the cold. Moonlight slipped through the gaps in the worn curtains, casting a soft glow over the room. My fingers were laced together, stiff from the chill, and my body was too exhausted to relax.Every time a shadow moved outside, every gust of wind that howled stronger, my chest tightened.Were they still out there?Those guards... that man.Had they figured anything out?Had they seen enough to report back to the royal guard? To the Supreme Alpha?My heart ached.And it ached even more as I looked at Marilyn, lying on that old, worn-out bed, her bandaged arm just a stump now, her face pale. I kept asking myself how I could leave her like this, how I could find the strength to walk away again.But... I had
Alesha Stokes — Gods, are you listening?Snow had already begun to pile up along the edges of the path, crunching beneath my feet as I hurried forward with Marilyn’s arm draped over my shoulders. Her other arm—or what was left of it—was wrapped in bandages, but the fabric was already damp and turning red. Every step she took made my heart clench. She could barely stand, yet she insisted on leaving the house. Her stubbornness was still stronger than the pain.“Alesha…” her voice came out weak and weary. “What did those guards want? Do you... do you think they found out?”“Shhh... take it easy,” I whispered, adjusting her body more securely against mine. “Don’t worry about that now, Grandma. You need to rest. You’re still bleeding.”She muttered something under her breath, as if refusing to accept her own condition. As if weakness itself was an insult.“What if...something happens to the girl from Loures? That child… Alex promised—”“He won’t lay a finger on her,” I said, picking up the
Edward Wood — The Scent of SecretsI stopped my horse right in the center of the village. Dismounted with firm steps, the sound of my boots echoing against the packed dirt road. The night’s cold was sharp enough to freeze bones, but I barely felt it anymore. What did bother me was the silence—that heavy, unnatural kind—the kind that only settles when something is very, very wrong.“Where is the Alpha in charge of this village?” I called out, my voice cutting through the narrow streets, bouncing off the weathered houses and half-open doors.No answer.People started to emerge slowly, like shadows afraid of their own light. The elderly, women, even children—all wearing the same hollow look in their eyes.Fear. It was fear I saw in every face. Not the kind you feel in front of an ordinary enemy... but the kind you feel toward someone who’s supposed to protect you.I stepped toward a group, keeping my posture steady. One of the men, probably the oldest among them, lowered his head the mo
Edward Wood — Dirt Swept Under the Rug?It had been a few days since Matthew looked at me with that expression—one I’d only seen once before, during the war. A mix of confusion, instinct, and silent desperation. For the first time, he didn’t know what to do about a woman. And that worried me more than any threat or war dispatch ever had.Matthew had never faltered. Never doubted himself. But all it took was the arrival of that new servant at the palace for him to lose his grip. He called me in and gave me a simple mission: “Find out who she is. Everything.” That was enough for me to temporarily abandon my duties with the elite guard and focus on watching… Alesha Stokes.At first, I thought he was overreacting. Sure, she was beautiful, different, yes. But still, just an omega. But the moment I saw her... something in me recognized what he’d felt. She had...something. Those eyes... they weren’t ordinary. It wasn’t just beauty—it was something wild, restrained. Like a wolf on a l
Alesha Stokes — Taking the ReinsIt had been four days since I arrived in the village. And even after all the hell they’d been through, I could see it with my own eyes—they were trying to rebuild.I wasn’t an expert. Not a doctor. Not an experienced farmer. But I did everything I could to help—and then some. I tended to Marilyn’s wounds, even if my hands trembled with fear of doing something wrong. I tried to bring flavor to the meals with the few ingredients left in the pantry and shared them with anyone in need. I worked in the gardens, even with the frozen ground and snow covering everything.And most importantly—I was there.Somehow, I felt useful.Needed.People started looking at me differently. The way the neighbors greeted me in the alleys—with shy nods and genuine smiles—showed me they saw who I really was. Someone who cared. Someone who stayed.Someone who tried.The kids played with me like they trusted me. The elders came to me for comfort, for help.I had b
Alesha Stokes — A New Target Marked… Alex MadsonShe closed her eyes for a second, taking a deep breath before answering.“Alex Madson came to the village. In person.”Those words made my jaw clench.That bastard.“He… came to collect the overdue taxes. He was furious. Said we were taking advantage of the winter to avoid paying. But... two families stood up to him. They said they couldn’t take it anymore. That they were starving. That they had nothing left to give… And Alex…”She choked up, and I gripped her hand tighter.“He took the youngest daughter from the Loures family. A little girl… barely old enough to hold a spoon on her own. Said he’d skin her alive in the village square. Said he’d make an example out of her.”I felt my throat tighten.“I… couldn’t let that happen,” she continued, her voice breaking, eyes brimming with tears. “I went to him. I begged. I pleaded with him to stop… to let her go. I told him… he could do it to me instead, if he needed an example.”“Marilyn…” I w
Alesha Stokes — Back "Home"The cart creaked beneath my feet, and the cold pierced my skin despite the layers I wore. Winter was growing harsher with each mile down the road, and though my animal form had taught me to endure weather like this, my body now felt... weaker. More human.My eyes scanned the dry fields, the broken fences, the bare trees. It wasn’t just winter. There was something else. A weight in the air, colder than the snow itself. A silence that hurt on the inside.I could feel it. This wasn’t just about the season.It was abandonment.It was fear.My fingers tightened around the reins, and my expression hardened. The worry I’d been trying to push down through the entire journey came rushing back all at once. Marilyn...What could’ve happened?Ever since she left me at the palace, we hadn’t spoken. And as much as I wanted to believe she was fine, my instincts screamed otherwise. They told me something was wrong. That this village—the one place that had made me feel
Alesha Stokes — Destiny...Amari's WoodI tied the small makeshift bundle with a simple knot.The dresses Marilyn had sewn for me were folded carefully inside. There weren’t many, but they were enough. They still carried a faint scent of her home—cinnamon, herbal tea, and a touch of old lavender. A smell that warmed me from the inside, as if for a few seconds, I could pretend I was "home".I sighed, hugged the small coin pouch close, and walked through the empty hallways.The sound of my footsteps echoed between the stained glass windows, and for a strange moment… I felt free.But lost.Completely lost.Since arriving at the palace, I hadn’t stepped outside once. The only thing I knew beyond those walls was the frozen forest of Neveryth.And now here I was, heading toward the main gate with no idea how to get to Marilyn’s village. No plan. No cart.Maybe I should just find some cheap place to stay and wait until it was time to return...The sunlight was soft, and a cold breeze brushed
Michelle Morripin – The Lone Wolf Snow piled in my hair as I wandered through the black forest, each step sinking into the soaked ground. The cold was a constant reminder of everything I had lost. Everything that had been taken from me. My name was no longer spoken in Neveryth. I was nothing more than a shadow, a wolf without a pack, a mistake meant to be forgotten. When I was exiled years ago, I was too young to fight against the decrees of Glen J. Baker, the Alpha who ruled the region. I was only six years old, but he didn’t care. No one did. He accused me of my father’s sins, proclaiming his betrayal in front of everyone. The man who raised me, who taught me to hunt and fight, was branded a traitor and executed without the right to defend himself—right before my eyes, just like the rest of my family. I watched his lifeless eyes staring into the snow before I was dragged out of the village. Banishment wasn’t enough for them—they wanted me to suffer. Maybe Glen felt pity, ...
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