“The next time you try to run from me, I will chase you. And make no mistake, I will catch you. Do you Understand?” “Y-, yes, sir.” I stutter, suddenly feeling hot all over. “Alpha!” He corrects me. “I may be a Lycan and a King, but I’m still your Alpha, sweetling.” Sage is nothing more than an outcast omega, living as a slave in the Blackthorn Pack. Cassius Sloane, the Alpha heir, is the only one there she can trust. Or so she thought. When a handsome stranger stumbles into her path, bloody and dying, Sage’s kind heart won’t allow her to turn her back on him, despite the consequences for harboring a rogue. But as soon as he’s well, he leaves her too. Sage has all but given up when her handsome stranger returns, saving her in her darkest hour. But in the midst of her salvation, truths come to light that leave her feeling even more distrustful and betrayed. She may have been given a second chance at life and a new home, but she quickly finds the Royal pack is no place for an lowly omega. And the ever-growing pull she feels to a certain king she can never have is the last thing she needs. In a kingdom plagued by mutant rogues and political perils, will she rise above her station and find true happiness, or will she forever remain the outcast omega? Other works: Fate Trilogy An Unwanted Fate A Tangled Fate: Bound By Her Betas A Cruel Fate: Her Gammas Regret Legend Of Glass Lake Series The Alpha’s Abandoned Luna And The twin Flames Tryst Of Fate Not Their Luna: A Female Alpha Story-Coming Soon Stand Alone Resisting The Alpha Triplets
View MoreAlexander’s Alpha HalfAs the chamber erupts into accelerated activity, I return my focus to that tenuous connection with my healing essence. The situation has become even more desperate—we have less time than anticipated.Again, I send not words but feelings across that strange bond—urgency now, danger, the need for reunification before it's too late. The response comes stronger this time, as if my healing essence has found some way to concentrate its fragmented awareness. With it comes impressions rather than concrete thoughts—Lyra, the Cave of Whispers, something about a key and an amulet working together.Are these messages from my healing half? Or am I creating meaning from random sensations born of desperation? Impossible to know for certain, but the connection feels increasingly real, increasingly vital.Hours pass in tense preparation. Through narrow apertures high in the chamber walls, I can see daylight fading toward dusk. Soon the first moonlight will strike the central circ
Alexander’s Alpha HalfCold, ancient metal bites into my wrists and ankles, restraints designed specifically to contain Alpha power. I strain against them for the hundredth time, muscles bunching with effort, a growl of frustration building in my throat when they refuse to give even slightly.The ritual chamber deep within the Northern stronghold pulses with magical preparations—silver lines traced across the stone floor in complex patterns, ceremonial objects placed at precise intervals around the central circle where I'm restrained. Moonlight will soon stream through a series of apertures and mirrors built into the mountain itself, focusing directly on this spot when the ritual begins.Without my healing half, rage burns constant and unfiltered through me. Pure Alpha nature without the temperance of compassion or patience. Every instinct screams to break free, to hunt down those who've done this to me, to establish dominance through whatever violence necessary. It takes tremendous wi
Selene Dominic springs to his feet, sword half-drawn. Elara rises more slowly, her eyes assessing the newcomers with uncanny perception."Lyra?" a male voice calls, and a tall man steps forward from the group. His eyes widen in recognition, then narrow dangerously when his gaze shifts to me. "You!""Kieran," Lyra says, relief evident in her voice. She stands, moving toward him before stopping awkwardly halfway, as if suddenly remembering the complexity of their relationship in light of her bond with Alexander."What is she doing here?" Kieran demands, pointing at me with unmistakable hostility. "This is the woman who led the attack on our settlement—who hunted you personally through the forest.""I know," Lyra acknowledges. "But circumstances have changed. She's helping us reach Alexander."Kieran's expression darkens with disbelief. "Helping? After what she did? After what her people are still doing? We've been tracking Northern movements since the attack—they've taken someone to the
SeleneThe mountain paths twist through rugged terrain as I lead our unlikely band toward the Northern stronghold. Dawn's pale light filters through pine branches, illuminating faces set with determination and lingering suspicion. I can feel their eyes on my back—especially Lyra's, whose silver thread connection to Alexander pulses with an energy I can almost see despite not having her gifts.This journey should have been my triumph—returning to my homeland having secured the Lycan heir's essence for our ritual. Instead, I lead his true mate to rescue him from my own people. The absurdity of it would make me laugh if the stakes weren't so deadly serious."We need to move faster," I announce, pausing at a switchback. "The second ritual will begin precisely at moonrise. Vega's nothing if not punctual with her ceremonies.""And we should trust your assessment, why exactly?" Dominic asks, his hand never far from his sword hilt. As Alexander's Beta, his loyalty remains unwavering despite ev
LyraThe amulet pulses more insistently now, almost burning against my skin. Acting on instinct, I press it directly against the largest spiral carving on the cliff. For a breathless moment, nothing happens. Then, with a sound like distant chimes, silver light spreads from the amulet into the carving, illuminating hidden patterns that connect across the entire wall.The rock face trembles slightly, and a section slides inward to reveal a narrow passage leading into darkness."The Cave of Whispers," Elara breathes, awe evident in her voice.Dominic quickly fashions torches from branches and cloth in his pack, lighting them to illuminate our way. The passage beyond the entrance descends steeply, carved steps worn smooth by the passage of feet long ago. The air feels strangely alive, currents moving in patterns that don't follow natural drafts.As we descend deeper, I become aware of sounds just at the edge of hearing—whispers that seem to form words in languages I don't recognize yet som
Lyra The taste of failure burns bitter in my throat as Elara pulls me through hidden passages away from the chaos of the failed ritual. My fingers still tingle from where they passed through Alexander's fading form—his healing essence scattering like mist at dawn, his Alpha half dragged away to some "secondary location" I have no way of finding."We need to keep moving," Elara urges, her voice tight with suppressed panic. "The Northern delegation will be searching the entire palace."I follow mechanically, the amulet cold against my chest where moments ago it burned with silver fire. The connection to Alexander—to both halves of him—flickers like a candle in strong wind, growing weaker with each passing minute."We failed," I whisper as we descend a narrow staircase hidden behind a tapestry. "He's fading, Elara. I can feel it."She glances back at me, her violet eyes fierce with determination that reminds me painfully of her brother. "We haven't failed yet. We disrupted the binding ri
Alexander’s Healing HalfI navigate through the ventilation system, drawn inexorably toward the East Wing and the ritual chamber where my Alpha half struggles against forced binding. As I approach, I can sense the powerful energies being channeled—ancient magics that seek to override natural bonds, to force connections where none should exist.And at the center of it all, my other half—my Alpha essence—fighting with characteristic determination against the violation being committed against him. I feel his recognition as I draw nearer, his desperate relief at the prospect of reunification, his warning about the ritual's advanced state.I emerge from a ventilation opening near the ceiling of the ritual chamber, my semi-translucent form likely invisible to those focused on the ceremony below. What I see confirms our worst fears: my Alpha half kneeling within a silver circle, restrained but defiant; Selene opposite him, her expression conflicted; Vega chanting words of binding as moonlight
Alexander’s Healing HalfMiles away, in a hidden chamber of the Old Tower, I open eyes that feel newly formed. My body seems insubstantial, glowing faintly with healing energy that defines my edges rather than solid flesh. I am Alexander, yet not fully Alexander—only the healing half, separated from my Alpha essence by Selene's ritual.Lyra kneels beside me, her hands passing through my semi-translucent form as she tries to help me sit up. Elara stands nearby, her violet eyes wide with the shock of seeing her brother literally split in two."It was Selene," I explain, my voice softer than my normal tone, gentler without the Alpha undertones that usually ground it. "The potion they gave me triggered the splitting. I—I'm only half of myself now.""Your Alpha half," Lyra says, understanding immediately. "They've kept it for the binding ritual."I nod, feeling strangely calm despite the dire circumstances. Without my Alpha nature, emotions like rage and fierce protectiveness are muted, rep
Alexander’s Alpha Half"And if I refuse to participate in this binding?" I ask, already knowing the answer."Your participation is not required," Krell informs me with cold precision. "Only your essence is necessary. The ritual binds power to power, bloodline to bloodline. Your conscious cooperation is irrelevant."We emerge into another chamber I've never seen before, clearly prepared for ritual purposes. A circle of silver powder marks the floor, surrounded by candles and ceremonial objects arranged in patterns I don't recognize. Moonlight streams through a circular opening in the ceiling, illuminating the center of the circle where two smaller rings intersect.Selene stands by the circle's edge, her expression carefully neutral as she completes preparation of some aromatic substance in a silver bowl. She still avoids meeting my gaze directly."You can't seriously support this," I say to her, straining against my captors. "Destroying half of someone's essence—you know that's wrong. W
Sage “Sage! Sage! Where is that wolfless little urchin?” I hear Daphne, the Beta’s daughter and so-called future Luna, at least that’s how she regards herself, calling out to me as I rush inside the packhouse. “I’m here!” I answer, a little too breathlessly. “You’re late!” She chides, the promise of swift and severe punishment lurking in her eyes. Daphne grabs my wrists, twisting them painfully as she drags me closer. “You lazy little gutterpup! How dare you take advantage of your Alpha’s kindness!” I feel the sting on my cheek before I even register her hand flying out to slap me. My eyes prick with tears that I refuse to let fall. I rub at the tender flesh while ignoring the snickers from the other omegas who’ve gathered to enjoy the show. They wouldn’t find it so funny if it was happening to them. But of course it never will. Not when they have a poor wolfless outcast like me to abuse instead. “You will climb up that ladder and polish the crystal chandelier until it shine...
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