MOON-BOUND HEARTS

MOON-BOUND HEARTS

Kurgusal İzdüşümler · Ongoing · 170.1k Words

1.1k
Hot
1.2k
Views
6
Added
Add to Shelf
Start Reading
Share:facebooktwitterpinterestwhatsappreddit

Introduction

I became Luna of the Shadowfang pack, bound to an Alpha who treats me like a stranger.

The only one who sees me is his Beta—and our forbidden connection could destroy us all.

Two months ago, I was an ordinary wolf. Now I'm Elara, Luna of the Shadowfang pack, mated to the most powerful Alpha in the territory. But the title means nothing when my mate, Damon, won't even look at me.

He says he's protecting me from threats lurking beyond our borders. He says his coldness is for my own good. But every night I fall asleep alone, wondering if I'll ever feel his touch again—the way I did on our wedding night, when he held me like I was something precious.

Then there's Caleb.

The Beta. Damon's best friend. The only one who treats me like I matter, who listens when I speak, who makes me feel seen. With his warm smile and patient eyes, he's everything Damon isn't—and everything I shouldn't want.

But when danger closes in and secrets surface, I discover that the line between love and betrayal is thinner than I ever imagined. My heart belongs to two men—one who claims me as his Luna, and one who makes me feel like a woman.

And the choice I make could tear the pack apart.

Content Warning: This novel contains mature themes, explicit romantic scenes, and content intended for adult readers (18+).

Chapter 1

The morning light crept through the curtains like an unwanted visitor, and I woke to find the other side of the bed empty again.

I reached out, my fingers brushing against the cold sheets where he should have been. The fabric was untouched, the pillow still perfectly fluffed. He hadn't come to bed at all last night. Again.

Two months, I thought, staring at the ceiling. Two months since the ceremony, and I still feel like a stranger in my own home.

My name is Elara, and I am the Luna of the Shadowfang pack. At least, that's what the title says. What it doesn't tell you is that being Luna doesn't mean you belong. It doesn't mean you're loved. It only means you were chosen—by fate, by the moon, by an Alpha who needed a mate to complete some ancient ritual.

I remember the night of the Great Moon Ceremony like it was yesterday. The way the silver light had bathed the clearing, the way the pack had gathered in a circle, their eyes gleaming with anticipation. Damon had stood in the center, tall and powerful, his dark hair falling over his forehead, his jaw set in that hard line I was beginning to recognize. When the Moon Priestess had called my name, I had walked toward him with my heart pounding so hard I thought everyone could hear it.

He had taken my hand. His touch was warm, firm. For just a moment, his eyes had softened, and I had seen something there—a flicker of warmth, of hope. He had leaned down and pressed his lips to mine, and the pack had erupted in cheers.

That night, he had made love to me with a tenderness that took my breath away. He had held me afterward, his arms wrapped around me like I was something precious, something worth protecting. I had fallen asleep with my head on his chest, listening to the steady beat of his heart, believing—foolishly, naively—that everything would be wonderful.

I hadn't seen that man since.

I pushed myself up, running a hand through my tangled hair. Through the window, I could hear the sounds of the pack beginning their day—laughter, voices calling to one another, the distant thud of axes as someone chopped wood. Outside, life was warm and connected. In here, I was alone.

I dressed quickly, choosing a simple woolen dress in a soft shade of gray. Luna or not, I had work to do. There were supplies to organize, herbs to catalog, and a dozen other small tasks that came with my position. I braided my hair back from my face, took a deep breath, and opened the door.

The common area of the pack's territory was already bustling. A group of women sat near the central fire, mending clothes and chatting. Children ran between the huts, their laughter bright and carefree. A few warriors stood near the training grounds, their muscles gleaming with sweat as they practiced their forms.

As I walked past, several pack members nodded to me. "Good morning, Luna," they said, their voices polite but distant. I smiled and nodded back, but I felt the weight of their gazes. They were watching me, assessing me. Was I worthy of their Alpha? Would I prove myself? The questions hung in the air every time I passed.

I was heading toward the storage hut when I heard a voice behind me.

"Elara! Wait up!"

I turned to see Mira, one of the younger pack members, jogging toward me. She was barely eighteen, with bright eyes and a smile that could light up the darkest night. She was also one of the few people in the pack who treated me like a normal person instead of some untouchable figure.

"Good morning, Mira." I couldn't help but smile back at her. "You're up early."

"Couldn't sleep." She fell into step beside me, her expression shifting to something more serious. "I wanted to talk to you, actually. Something's been bothering me."

I stopped walking, turning to face her fully. "What is it?"

Mira glanced around, making sure no one was listening, then lowered her voice. "I've been feeling like someone's watching me. Following me. At night, when I'm walking back to my hut after the evening meal. I hear footsteps, but when I turn around, no one's there."

A chill ran down my spine. "Have you told anyone else? The Beta? The Alpha?"

"I tried to tell Beta Caleb yesterday, but he was busy with training. I didn't want to bother Alpha Damon—he's always so..." She trailed off, clearly not wanting to say anything disrespectful.

"Intimidating?" I offered with a small smile.

Mira nodded, relieved. "Exactly. I thought maybe you could... I don't know, talk to him? Or tell me what I should do?"

I put a hand on her shoulder. "Of course. I'll talk to Beta Caleb today, and we'll figure out what to do. In the meantime, try not to walk alone at night. Ask someone to go with you."

Her face relaxed. "Thank you, Elara. I knew you'd understand." She gave me a quick hug—something that still surprised me every time it happened—and then ran off toward the dining hut.

I watched her go, my mind already working through the possibilities. A stalker in the pack? That was serious. If someone was targeting Mira, it could be a threat to the entire pack. I needed to talk to—

"Luna."

The voice came from behind me, deep and warm, and I turned to find Beta Caleb approaching. He was tall, like all werewolves, with sandy blond hair that fell in waves around his face and eyes the color of a summer sky. A smile played at the corners of his lips, and something in my chest fluttered in response.

"Caleb." I was glad my voice came out steady. "I was just thinking about you."

His eyebrows rose slightly. "All good things, I hope."

"Of course." I gestured toward the path Mira had taken. "Mira just told me something concerning. She thinks someone's been following her at night."

Caleb's expression shifted immediately, the easy smile replaced by sharp attention. "Following her? Has she seen who?"

"She hasn't been able to catch anyone. Just footsteps, shadows." I hugged my arms to myself, suddenly cold despite the morning sun. "I told her to walk with someone at night, but I think we should look into it. If there's a threat to the pack..."

"You're right." He nodded slowly, his eyes thoughtful. "I'll post extra patrols near her hut. And I'll have a word with her, get more details." He paused, studying me with an expression I couldn't quite read. "You're good at this, you know. Listening to pack members. Caring about their problems. Damon chose well."

The words sent a warmth through me that had nothing to do with the sun. "Thank you. I just want to help."

"You are helping." He took a step closer, and suddenly I was acutely aware of how close he was, of the way the morning light caught the golden stubble on his jaw, of the faint scent of pine and woodsmoke that clung to him. "More than you know."

For a moment, neither of us spoke. The sounds of the pack seemed to fade away, leaving just the two of us standing there, something unspoken passing between us. Then Caleb cleared his throat and stepped back.

"I should get to training. But Elara?" He waited until I met his eyes. "If you ever need anything—someone to talk to, someone to listen—I'm here. Okay?"

I nodded, not trusting my voice. He gave me one last smile and then walked away, leaving me standing there with my heart beating far too fast and my mind spinning with thoughts I shouldn't be having.

Stop it, I told myself firmly. He's the Beta. Damon's best friend. You're the Luna. There are lines that shouldn't be crossed.

I took a deep breath and continued toward the storage hut, trying to push Caleb from my mind. But his words echoed there anyway, a warm presence I couldn't quite shake.

The day passed in a blur of small tasks. I organized herbs, counted supplies, and met with the pack's healer to discuss the upcoming Moon Festival preparations. By evening, I was exhausted, both physically and emotionally. The conversation with Caleb kept replaying in my mind, mixing with worries about Mira and the strange emptiness I felt every time I thought about Damon.

I hadn't seen my mate all day. That wasn't unusual—Alpha duties kept him busy from sunrise to well past sunset. But it still stung, still made me feel invisible, unimportant. What was the point of being Luna if the Alpha never even looked at me?

That evening, I joined the pack for the communal meal. The long tables were crowded with families, friends, couples laughing and talking together. I sat at the head table, as befit my position, but I might as well have been alone. The seat beside me—Damon's seat—was empty.

Across the clearing, I saw Caleb sitting with a group of warriors. He was laughing at something Finn had said, his head thrown back, his whole face lit with amusement. As if sensing my gaze, he looked up. Our eyes met across the distance, and his smile softened into something gentler. He raised his cup slightly, a silent toast.

I looked away first, my cheeks warm.

The meal ended, and people began drifting back to their huts. I lingered at the table, not ready to return to the empty cabin. The fire crackled in the central pit, sending sparks spiraling into the darkening sky. Above, the first stars were beginning to appear.

"Luna."

I turned, expecting Caleb again, and felt my heart lurch for an entirely different reason.

Damon stood behind me, tall and shadowed in the firelight. His dark hair was disheveled, his jaw covered in stubble, and there were dark circles under his eyes. He looked exhausted, worn down in a way I hadn't seen before. For a moment, the mask slipped, and I caught a glimpse of the man beneath the Alpha—the man who had held me so tenderly on our wedding night.

"Damon." I stood, my voice careful. "I wasn't sure you'd come tonight."

"I wasn't sure either." He ran a hand through his hair, a gesture of weariness. "Walk with me?"

It wasn't a question, exactly, but it wasn't a command either. I nodded and fell into step beside him as we left the clearing and walked toward the edge of the pack territory.

For a long moment, neither of us spoke. The path wound between ancient trees, their branches arching overhead to create a tunnel of shadow. Fireflies drifted through the air, tiny sparks of light in the darkness.

Finally, Damon stopped. We had reached a small clearing, one I hadn't seen before. A stream ran through it, catching the starlight, and the grass was soft and thick underfoot.

"I know I've been... distant," he said, still not looking at me. "There are things happening, Elara. Threats to the pack that I can't ignore."

"What kind of threats?" I moved closer, searching his face. "Is it the Red Claw again?"

He nodded grimly. "They're gathering at the northern border. Scouts have spotted them three times in the past week. They're preparing for something—an attack, maybe. I've been meeting with the warriors, planning defenses, trying to figure out how to protect everyone."

"And you didn't think to tell me?" The words came out sharper than I intended. "I'm your Luna, Damon. I'm supposed to help you lead."

Finally, he turned to face me. In the starlight, his eyes looked almost black, but there was something vulnerable in them that made my breath catch. "I didn't want to worry you. You're still new to all this. I thought if I could handle it myself..."

"You thought you could protect me by keeping me in the dark?" I shook my head. "That's not how this works. I'm not some fragile flower that needs sheltering. I'm your mate. Your partner. If the pack is in danger, I need to know."

He stared at me for a long moment, and then something shifted in his expression. A flicker of respect, maybe even admiration. "You're right," he said quietly. "I'm sorry."

It was the last thing I expected him to say. "You... you're apologizing?"

"I'm not very good at this." He gestured vaguely, encompassing everything—the clearing, the pack, the two of us standing there. "Being an Alpha is easy compared to being a husband. I know I've failed at that. I know I've made you feel alone."

I opened my mouth to respond, but no words came. He was so close now, close enough that I could see the way the starlight caught the silver flecks in his dark eyes.

"But I need you to understand," he continued, his voice dropping lower, "that everything I do, I do to protect you. To protect the pack. If I seem cold, it's only because I can't afford to be anything else. Not right now."

His hand came up, almost hesitantly, and touched my face. His fingers were rough, calloused from training, but his touch was gentle. I leaned into it without thinking, my eyes fluttering closed.

"Elara." My name on his lips was almost a prayer. "I know I don't say it enough. I know I don't show it. But you are everything to me. This pack, these people—they matter because you matter. Because you're their Luna. My Luna."

When I opened my eyes, there was something burning in his gaze. Something hot and intense that made my knees weak. He leaned down, slowly, giving me time to pull away, but I didn't move. I couldn't.

His lips met mine.

The kiss was nothing like our wedding night. That had been tender, almost reverent. This was desperate, hungry, as if he was trying to pour every unspoken word, every hidden feeling into that single moment. His hands slid into my hair, tilting my head back, and I melted against him.

When we finally broke apart, we were both breathing hard. Damon rested his forehead against mine, his eyes still closed.

"I'm sorry," he whispered again. "For everything. For the distance. For the coldness. I'll try to be better. I promise."

Before I could respond, a howl split the night—sharp, urgent, a warning. Damon's eyes snapped open, and in an instant, the vulnerable man was gone, replaced by the Alpha.

"I have to go." He was already stepping back, already shifting into warrior mode. "Stay here. Stay safe."

"Damon—"

But he was gone, racing through the trees toward the source of the howl, leaving me alone in the moonlit clearing with his kiss still burning on my lips and a thousand questions swirling in my mind.

I stood there for a long moment, trying to calm my racing heart. Then, slowly, I made my way back toward the pack territory. The sounds of alarm were growing—voices calling, feet running, the distant clash of metal.

By the time I reached the central clearing, warriors were gathering, armed and ready. Caleb stood at their head, his face set in grim lines. When he saw me, he hurried over.

"There's been an attack at the border," he said quickly. "Red Claw scouts. Damon's leading the defense."

"Is he—"

"He'll be fine." Caleb's voice was confident, but I saw the worry in his eyes. "You should go to your hut. Stay inside until we know it's safe."

I wanted to argue, wanted to demand that I be allowed to help. But I knew he was right. I was Luna, not a warrior. My place was here, with the pack's vulnerable members.

"Be careful," I said instead. "Both of you."

Caleb's expression softened for just a moment. "Always." Then he turned and ran after the others, leaving me alone in the suddenly empty clearing.

I walked to my hut on shaky legs, my mind a whirlwind of emotions. Damon's kiss. His apology. The attack. It was too much, all at once.

Inside, I sat on the edge of the bed and waited. The sounds of battle echoed from the distance—howls, screams, the clash of bodies. I clasped my hands together and prayed to the moon that they would all come back safely.

Hours passed. The noises finally died down. I held my breath, listening.

Footsteps approached. My door opened.

Damon stood there, bloodied and exhausted but alive. His eyes found mine across the room, and for just a moment, the mask slipped again.

"We held them off," he said quietly. "For now."

Then he turned and walked away, disappearing into the night, leaving me alone once more with the memory of his kiss and the cold realization that no matter what he'd said in that clearing, nothing had really changed.

I was still the Luna he kept at arm's length. Still the wife who slept alone.

And somewhere out there, a threat was gathering that would test all of us in ways we couldn't yet imagine.

The moon hung in the sky, cold and distant, and I wrapped my arms around myself, wondering if I would ever truly find my place in this pack.

Wondering if the man who had kissed me so desperately would ever let me close enough to stay.

Last Chapters

You Might Like 😍

Bella and Her Beast

Bella and Her Beast

18.2k Views · Completed · Sheridan Hartin
For all the little girls who grew up wondering what happens after the prince kisses the girl—this is the story they never told you.
.
Locked in her frozen tower, Bella dreamed of warmth, of touch, of freedom and of love. Cursed with the power of ice and snow, she’s spent her life alone. A secret they tried to protect the world from. Her only escape comes in the form of the books she reads. Stories of heat, desire, and the kind of love that could melt even her frostbitten heart.
Damien is the Beast. A dragon King with a temper forged in flame and a soul hollowed by duty. The world fears him. The people call him a monster. But beneath the scales and the rage lies a man who has never been touched by love.
When frost meets fire, the world shatters. She was never meant to leave her tower. He was never meant to find her. But destiny doesn’t bow to kings or care for cages and now the question burns through them both: Can Bella have her Beast? Or will the girl of snow melt in the heat of his desire?

.
"I’m keeping her."
"What?"
Before I can react, he scoops her up. Her small body fits easily in the cradle of his talons. For a split second, she looks startled, but not afraid. Her hand rests against one scaled finger, and she stares up at him with that same curious wonder, as though she’s already forgotten she was ever meant to fear me.
"Put her down," I try to command, panic threading through my thoughts. "You’ll hurt her."
"She’s ours," the beast insists, possessive and fierce. "Our snowflake."
Accidentally Crossing the Tycoon

Accidentally Crossing the Tycoon

494.9k Views · Completed · Riley
My name is Audrey, and I'm the adopted daughter of the Bailey family.
Four years ago, the Bailey family faced a devastating financial crisis.
Just when bankruptcy seemed inevitable, a mysterious benefactor emerged, offering salvation with one condition: a contract marriage.
Rumors swirled about this enigmatic man—whispers claimed he was hideously ugly and too ashamed to show his face, possibly harboring dark, twisted obsessions.
Without hesitation, the Baileys sacrificed me to protect their precious biological daughter, forcing me to take her place as a pawn in this cold, calculated arrangement.
Luckily, in those four years, the mysterious husband never asked to meet in person.
Now, in the final year of our arrangement, the husband I've never met is demanding we meet face to face.
But disaster struck the night before my return—drunk and disoriented, I stumbled into the wrong hotel room and ended up sleeping with the legendary financial mogul, Caspar Thornton.
What the hell am I supposed to do now?
The Ice Between Us.

The Ice Between Us.

1.6k Views · Ongoing · Nora Obeche
In the world of elite hockey, discipline is the only currency that matters. For Julian Thorne, the perfectionist Captain of the Northwood Olympic Center, every stride is calculated, and every emotion is frozen solid. He is one season away from the pros, but the team is drowning under public scrutiny and a board of directors looking for any reason to cut the cord.

​Then comes Jax Miller.

​Jax is a hotheaded rookie with a lightning-fast puck and a reputation for burning bridges. He doesn't follow playbooks, he doesn't respect authority, and he’s determined to melt Julian’s icy composure. When a viral video of their on-ice collision threatens to bankrupt the program, Coach Clain delivers an ultimatum that feels like a death sentence: they must live together in a cramped, two-bed dorm for the duration of the season.

​Forced to navigate the high-stakes world of sports fame, "forbidden" locker-room tension, and the mysterious blackmailer who caught their first mistake on camera, Julian and Jax must decide what’s more dangerous: losing their careers, or losing themselves to the person they were supposed to hate.
King of the Underworld

King of the Underworld

114.1k Views · Completed · RJ Kane
In my life as a waitress, I, Sephie - an ordinary person - endured the icy glares and insults of customers while trying to earn a living. I believed that this would be my fate forever.

However, one fateful day, the King of the Underworld appeared before me and rescued me from the clutches of the most powerful Mafia boss's son. With his deep blue eyes fixed on mine, he spoke softly: "Sephie... short for Persephone... Queen of the Underworld. At last, I have found you." Confused by his words, I stammered out a question, “P..pardon? What does that mean?”

But he simply smiled at me and brushed my hair away from my face with gentle fingers: "You are safe now.”


Sephie, named for the Queen of the Underworld, Persephone, she's quickly finding out how she's destined to fulfill her namesake's role. Adrik is the King of the Underworld, the boss of all bosses in the city he runs.

She was a seemingly normal girl, with a normal job until it all changed one night when he walked through the front door and her life changed abruptly. Now, she finds herself on the wrong side of powerful men, but under the protection of the most powerful among them.
Tempted By The Enemy

Tempted By The Enemy

3.9k Views · Completed · rituparna darolia
Twenty-two-year-old Alyssa Van Every is in a dilemma. Her close friend, Sienna, is marrying billionaire, Lucas Donnelly who, along with his brothers, happens to be her older brother, Alex's sworn enemy.
She escapes to Preston Island to attend the wedding without informing him only to collide with Lucas’s hot, fiery and arrogant brother, the twenty-three-year-old, Nicholas Donnelly. Sparks immediately fly between them but Alyssa refuses to acknowledge them fearing her brother's wrath.
The wedding is over and Alyssa tries hard to forget the mysterious Nicholas Donnelly but can he forget her? Can he ignore the attraction he feels for her, feelings that have resurfaced after ten years?
What will Allyssa do when she is stalked by the man who has been invading her dreams since the day she met him? What will she do when she is whisked away to a deserted island by the unpredictable Nicholas Donnelly? Can she tame her heart or surrender to sinful temptations? Read to find out!
Part of the Temptation Series. Can be read as a standalone.
Goddess Of The Underworld

Goddess Of The Underworld

947.7k Views · Completed · Sheridan Hartin
Left at a pack border with a name and a stubborn heartbeat, Envy grows into the sharpest kind of survivor, an orphaned warrior who knows how to hold a line and keep moving. Love isn’t in the plan…until four alpha wolves with playboy reputations and inconveniently soft hands decide the girl who won’t bow is the only queen they’ll ever take. Their mate. The one they have waited for. Xavier, Haiden, Levi, and Noah are gorgeous, lethal, and anything but perfect and Envy isn’t either. She’s changing. First into hell hound, Layah at her heels and fire in her veins. Then into what the realm has been waiting for, a Goddess of the Underworld, dragging her mates down to hell with her.

When the veil between the Divine, the Living, and the Dead begins to crack, Envy is thrust beneath with a job she can’t drop: keep the worlds from bleeding together, shepherd the lost, and make ordinary into armour, breakfasts, bedtime, battle plans. Peace lasts exactly one lullaby. This is the story of an orphan pup who became a goddess by choosing her family; of four imperfect alphas learning how to be better. Steamy, fierce, and full of heart, Goddess of the Underworld is a reverse harem, found-family paranormal romance where love writes the rules and keeps three realms from falling apart.
Pregnant by My Husband's Rival Alpha

Pregnant by My Husband's Rival Alpha

12.4k Views · Completed · Christina
I woke up three years into a marriage I barely remembered—pregnant with twins that weren't my husband's.

Those words should have destroyed me, but the truth was worse: I'd been used as a broodmare by the man who swore to love me, set up in a hotel room with a stranger because My husband Alexander Cross couldn't father children himself, and now I carried the secret babies of Damon Lester—the most powerful and dangerous Alpha in San Loris—while my own family replaced me with the daughter they'd always wanted. But when that same stranger's doctor appeared at my door, when twenty million dollars exchanged hands over a fake perfume bearing my secret identity, and when Damon's gray eyes locked onto mine with recognition I couldn't afford, I realized my carefully hidden life as the legendary perfumer Vera was colliding with a pregnancy that could cost me everything.

Could I protect my babies from the husband plotting my death, hide my true identity from the Alpha who's been hunting me for years, and reclaim the freedom I'd buried along with my dreams—even if it means standing alone against the wolves who see me as nothing more than a womb to be used and discarded?
Diaries Of A Hybrid And Her Mate

Diaries Of A Hybrid And Her Mate

2.3k Views · Ongoing · Sherryann Martinez
R18 MATURE CONTENT

Beautiful Aubrianne Ivanov, raised by her single mom, had a tough childhood. With low self-esteem, she became an outcast and was alone one too many times for her liking. Time spent at her part time job, she eventually grew into a brave, confident, and determined young woman who walked right into an opportunity that would change her life forever.

Will Aubrianne truly feel whole? Will she find what has been missing in her life? Will she allow herself happiness and joy? Will she find love, and most importantly, will she survive what's to come?

Join Aubrianne on her journey as she discovers who/what she is and navigates all the heartbreak, betrayal, drama, and exciting and thrilling events that come her way...

Excerpt:

She lay before him in all her magnificent beauty draped across his king-size bed in the most compelling and provocative way known to man or beast. And for Alpha Zayne, it was the most captivating view he had ever had the pleasure of seeing with his own eyes.

She stared at his every movement, lips slightly parted, her stunning brown eyes scanning every inch of his gorgeously toned and glorious body while heat radiated off of hers. He was HERS.

Her body trembled in delight and anticipation; she was ready and wanted to be with him in every way.

As innocent as she was, she wanted him to...no need him to take her in the worse ways, bringing her to heights of pleasures she had never experienced before.

Fuck she is beautiful, one fine specimen, and she is all MINE, MY MATE. A wave of pure unbridled possessiveness vibrated through Alpha Zayne. He thanked the Divine Moon Goddess, for she has truly blessed him.

He drank her in, eyes trailing up her toned sexy legs spread wide for him, and she gave him that come-and-get-it look.
Where The Ice Gives Way

Where The Ice Gives Way

44.1k Views · Completed · Sheridan Hartin
Charlotte Pierce is used to surviving in motion. New towns, new schools, the same old house on the edge of nowhere, and the same rule that keeps her standing. Keep her twin brother, Charlie safe. Keep his hockey dream alive. Keep her own needs quiet. She works too much, sleeps too little, and saves the one thing that still feels like hers for the middle of the night, when she can lace up her worn skates and carve freedom into dangerous frozen ice. Charlotte and Charlie shifted once, years ago, and never understood what it meant. They had no pack, no guidance and no protection. Just two twins clinging to each other and pretending the voice in their heads was stress, imagination, or loneliness. Then they move to Wellington.
Blake Atlas scents his mate the moment Charlotte arrives. The bond hits hard and unmistakable, but Charlotte doesn’t recognise it. She doesn’t know why her chest keeps pulling toward the one boy she absolutely cannot afford to want. Blake is Charlie’s new hockey captain. Charlie’s chance at making something good. Charlie makes it clear; his sister is off-limits and Blake tries to do the right thing, but secrets don’t stay buried forever. Rogues prowl the edges of town. The ice cracks. The bond tightens. Then Charlotte’s rare white wolf awakens, the very thing that makes her powerful, also makes her a target.
Shanti needs Shakti. (Peace needs strength.)

Where the Ice Gives Way is a slow-burn YA paranormal romance filled with fated mates, protective alpha energy, fierce sibling loyalty, found family pack bonds, hurt/comfort, and quiet, aching tension. It’s a story about first belonging, learning to be cared for, and what happens when the girl who has always held everyone else up finally falls, and someone catches her.
The Alpha King's Human Mate

The Alpha King's Human Mate

469.9k Views · Completed · HC Dolores
“You must understand something, little mate,” Griffin said, and his face softened,

“I have waited nine years for you. That’s nearly a decade since I’ve felt this emptiness inside me. Part of me began to wonder if you didn’t exist or you’d already died. And then I found you, right inside my own home.” 

He used one of his hands to stroke my cheek and tingles erupted everywhere. 

“I’ve spent enough time without you and I will not let anything else keep us apart. Not other wolves, not my drunken father who’s barely holding himself together the past twenty years, not your family  – and not even you.”


Clark Bellevue has spent her entire life as the only human in the wolf pack - literally. Eighteen years ago, Clark was the accidental result of a brief affair between one of the most powerful Alphas in the world and a human woman. Despite living with her father and her werewolf half-siblings, Clark has never felt like she really belonged in the werewolf world. But right as Clark plans to leave the werewolf world behind for good, her life gets flipped upside down by her mate: the next Alpha King, Griffin Bardot. Griffin has been waiting years for the chance to meet his mate, and he's not about to let her go anytime soon. It doesn't matter how far Clark tries to run from her destiny or her mate - Griffin intends to keep her, no matter what he has to do or who stands in his way.
The Last Tribrid: Hunted & Hollow

The Last Tribrid: Hunted & Hollow

1.6k Views · Ongoing · Dancingpen
Hera is dead.
That’s what the blood in the woods says.
That’s what Astrid saw with her own eyes.
And that’s what should have ended it.
But it didn’t.
Because her death wasn’t the beginning of justice.
It was the beginning of the hunt.
As grief fractures their world, Astrid and her friends are forced to confront a terrifying truth—someone isn’t just killing.
They’re choosing.
Marking.
Watching.
And now, the circle is closing.
What started as a single investigation quickly unravels into something far more dangerous, pulling them into a web of ancient forces that have been waiting… watching… and are no longer willing to stay buried.
Enemies rise from places they never thought to look.
Allies become something else entirely.
And survival begins to demand impossible choices.
Because some lives can only be saved by sacrificing others.
As power awakens inside Astrid—wild, unstable, and willing to burn everything in its path—she’s pushed to the edge of what she can control… and what she’s willing to lose.
Even if it costs her everything.
Even if it costs them.
Because this time, they aren’t just being hunted.
They’ve already been marked.

(this is a continuation of 'the last tribrid')
The Spy Who Left

The Spy Who Left

1.3k Views · Completed · Orion Vale
"She's naive. A pretty little socialite who got lucky marrying above her station."
"I still can't believe she actually did it. Aria Hart, filing for divorce. Who saw that coming?"
"How long do we think it'll take before she comes crawling back?" Another voice joins the conversation.
"Three days," Victoria declares. "Five at most. She has no money, no skills, no family. Where's she going to go?"
When Aria Chen divorced billionaire Leon Hart, New York's elite sneered, betting she'd crawl back within days. She never did.
Three years later, the world is rocked when Dr. Aria Vale, CEO of a revolutionary cybersecurity empire, steps into the spotlight. The mysterious genius who built a billion-dollar company from nothing is none other than Leon's discarded wife, the woman everyone thought was just a pretty ornament.
Now, every powerful man wants the queen Leon threw away a renowned scientist seeking partnership, a financial titan proposing an empire, and an actor offering devotion. Each sees the brilliance Leon ignored.
Then Leon discovers the truth: Aria's sacrifices, her secret double life, and the daughter she's been raising without him. For the first time, the man who once took her for granted must fight for her love. But can he compete with men who valued her from the beginning?
A story of love, betrayal, and power where the king must kneel before the queen who never needed saving.