Prisca McHawlin has lived a normal life for 19 years, until the shocking return of her supposedly dead biological father. She soon discovers her life is built on secrets far darker than she imagined. Not only is she half-lycan and half-witch, but her destined mate, Jake, is the ruthless Alpha of the deadliest pack and a hybrid from an ancient royal bloodline. While lycans are meant to honor the mate bond, Jake sees it as a weakness, driven by his lust for power. As secrets unravel, Prisca must navigate a dangerous world where trust is scarce, and betrayal runs deep.
View MoreThe morning air was crisp, a sharp contrast to the chaos swirling inside me. My steps echoed through the stone corridors of the pack house as I made my way to the study. The idea of reversing the deformities on the wolves seemed impossible, yet it was the only way to undo the damage Esther had caused. I refused to let her hatred define our future.When I entered, Fatima and Althea were already there. Fatima sat at the table, surrounded by open books and scattered notes, her usual calm demeanor replaced by a flicker of determination. Althea leaned against the wall, arms crossed, her eyes glowing faintly as if her magic simmered just beneath the surface.“Good, you’re here,” Fatima said without looking up. “We have a lot to discuss.”I took a seat across from her, glancing at Althea. “Have you found anything?”Althea pushed off the wall and joined us at the table. “Not much. There’s mention of healing spells for curses, but nothing specific to undo mutations like this.”Fatima sighed, c
The air was thick with tension as I sat in the study, poring over the maps Jake had marked with sightings of the deformed wolves. It was a grim reminder of what we were up against, but the recent revelations about Esther had shifted everything. Knowing the mastermind’s name gave us an edge, but the sheer danger of confronting her was not lost on me. Althea was seated across from me, flipping through an old grimoire she had brought with her. Her fingers trailed over the pages with practiced ease, her brow furrowed in concentration. Despite the newfound camaraderie between us, I could feel the weight of her skepticism. She hadn’t outright said it, but I knew she wasn’t entirely sure if I had the strength to face what was coming. "Found anything?" I asked, breaking the silence. "Nothing concrete," she replied, her voice tinged with frustration. "This book touches on suppressing rabid magical creatures, but it doesn’t exactly tell you how to handle a person controlling them." "Wel
The morning sun filtered through the curtains of our bedroom, casting a warm glow across the room. Jake stirred beside me, his arm draped over my waist, holding me close as though he feared I might disappear if he let go. I turned to face him, his messy hair and soft features making my heart swell with affection. For a moment, I let myself savor the peace, a rare moment of respite amidst the chaos that had engulfed our lives."Good morning," he murmured, his voice rough with sleep."Good morning," I replied, brushing a strand of hair from his forehead.Jake pulled me closer, pressing a gentle kiss to my forehead. "How are you feeling?" he asked, his eyes searching mine."Tired," I admitted, resting my head against his chest. "But I’m okay."He sighed, his hand tracing soothing circles on my back. "I hate seeing you like this, my love.""I hate seeing you like this as well," I countered, lifting my head to meet his gaze. A small smile tugged at his lips. "I don’t deserve you," he said
The forest was a cold and oppressive place that night, the towering trees seeming to close in on us as we moved through the dense underbrush. I couldn’t shake the weight in my chest, a nagging sense of unease that told me something wasn’t right. This was it—the moment we had been working toward for weeks. Esther was within our grasp, the woman responsible for tearing our pack apart. Yet, as determined as I was to see this through, I couldn’t ignore the chill that ran down my spine.Jake led the group, his broad shoulders tense with anticipation. He moved with the confidence of a seasoned Alpha, but I could see the worry in his eyes when he glanced back at me. The warriors fanned out around us, their breaths visible in the cool night air. Althea walked beside me, her staff in hand, her expression unreadable."Stay close," Jake said, his voice low but firm as he addressed the group."I will," I replied, though my voice wavered slightly. I hated feeling like a liability, but Jake had ins
The days since Althea’s arrival had been a whirlwind of revelations, strategies, and relentless tension. For someone who claimed to be my sister, Althea had an uncanny ability to make me uneasy. Something about her presence—her calculated words, the way she always seemed one step ahead—felt off. I told myself to trust her, to give her the benefit of the doubt. After all, she had brought us valuable information and was helping us navigate this nightmare. But a voice in the back of my head whispered doubts I couldn’t ignore. This morning, I found myself watching her from across the room as she pored over maps and notes. She was intensely focused, her emerald eyes scanning the parchment with precision. Every movement seemed deliberate, every word she spoke measured. Jake stood beside her, his arms crossed as he listened to her suggestions. Even he seemed more guarded around her now. “Are you sure this is the right area?” I asked, breaking the silence. Althea looked up, her gaze mee
The morning was unusually quiet, a heavy stillness in the air that made the hairs on the back of my neck stand on edge. I sat in the library, surrounded by books and scrolls, my fingers trailing over faded ink as I searched for anything that could help us. Each word I read felt like a dead end. My frustration grew as hours ticked by, the answers I sought remaining just out of reach. Jake had gone back to the war room, strategizing with his warriors on how to deal with the creatures. Fatima was out gathering intel, her determination a mirror of my own. And me? I felt stuck, drowning in a sea of knowledge that refused to yield the answers I needed. I slammed the book shut and leaned back in my chair, rubbing my temples. “Come on, Prisca,” I muttered to myself. “Think. There has to be something you’re missing.” A soft knock at the door startled me. I turned, half expecting Jake or Fatima, but instead, there stood a woman I had never seen before. Her presence was striking. She had
“Morning,” Jake murmured, his voice a delicious rumble that sent shivers down my spine. I smiled, tilting my head to look at him. “Morning.” He leaned down, brushing his lips against mine. It was soft at first, a gentle reminder of our bond, but it quickly deepened. His hands slid down my sides, pulling me closer until there was no space left between us. “Are you trying to distract me?” I teased when we finally broke apart, my breath coming in short gasps. “Always,” he said with a grin, his amber eyes glowing with affection. “You’ve been carrying too much on your shoulders, Prisca. Let me take some of that weight.” His words made my heart ache in the best way. Jake had this uncanny ability to make me feel safe, even when the world was crumbling around us. By mid-morning, the pack was bustling with activity. Men and women worked tirelessly on the wall we’d begun constructing to fortify the borders. Jake had assigned additional patrols to keep watch, and I could see the tens
The morning light filtered through the heavy drapes of the pack house, casting long, pale shadows across the room. Despite the sun’s effort to brighten the day, a persistent chill lingered in the air, matching the unease that had taken root in my chest. I stood by the window, my arms crossed, staring at the forest beyond. Somewhere out there, the creatures were lurking, plotting, or worse, multiplying. Jake’s voice pulled me from my thoughts. “You’ve been quiet,” he said, stepping into the room. His movements were slower than usual, his injuries still healing. “I’m just thinking,” I replied, not turning around. “We’ve been fighting these things, but we don’t even know where they’re coming from or why.” He placed a hand on my shoulder, warm and reassuring. “We’ll figure it out, Prisca. Together.” Fatima and Christopher joined us in the dining room, maps and notes spread across the table. “We’ve got to dig deeper,” Fatima said, her tone sharp. “These deformed wolves didn’t just
The air was thick with tension as the pack gathered near the edge of the forest. Jake stood at the center of the group, his presence commanding and his voice firm as he went over the plan one last time. The creature had been spotted near the river that cut through the woods, and this time, we were prepared.Or at least, we thought we were.I stood to the side, my heart hammering in my chest. The spell I had been perfecting for the past week buzzed in my mind, ready to be unleashed. This time, I wouldn’t just stand on the sidelines. I was going to help.Fatima stood next to me, her expression a mix of determination and worry. “You sure you’re ready for this?” she asked, her voice low.I nodded, swallowing the lump in my throat. “I have to be.”Jake caught my eye from across the clearing, his expression softening for just a moment. He gave me a small nod, and I felt a surge of courage.The plan was simple, at least on paper. The warriors would herd the creature into a trap we’d set near
PRESENT DAYI sighed as my father drove me to school it felt like I was being dragged to hell. Just a few weeks ago, I was living comfortably with my mom, Emily McHawlin, my world as normal as it could get. Now, I was living with a man I barely knew. A man I had believed was dead my entire life. My father, Daniel, who had suddenly emerged from the shadows, insisting he was back for my own good. Life has a funny way of slapping you in the face when you least expect it, twisting fate in ways that leave you breathless.I shook my head, still unable to fully process the turn my life had taken. A new father, a new home, and now, a new school.I pulled my cross-body bag off the shelf and stuffed a few notebooks inside, trying to focus on the mundane task. My thoughts raced as I questioned how I even agreed to this. Me, Prisca McHawlin, starting a new life on someone else’s terms. Daniel had convinced me it was “healthy” to get back into a routine, but there was nothing healthy about this si...
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