Obianuju

Arya was raised to hate werewolves.

They were the monsters who slaughtered her parents. The beasts she hunted in the dark, masked and merciless. The enemies she swore to destroy.

Then, in the middle of a battle, she became one of them.

Her first shift shatters everything she thought she knew about her past, her blood, and herself. When her uncle reveals the truth behind her parents’ deaths, Arya is given one final mission: infiltrate the Whitestone pack, gain their trust, and bring the werewolf kingdom to its knees from within.

The plan is simple. Get close, learn their secrets and kill the Alpha and open the gates for Rodrick's infiltration.

But Alpha Kyle of Whitestone is nothing like the monster she imagined.

Cold-eyed yet honorable, feared yet fiercely protective, Kyle senses something dangerous and familiar about the mysterious warrior woman who fights like she has nothing to lose. Drawn to her despite his instincts warning him away, he allows Arya into his pack, unaware that she is both his greatest threat… and his fated mate.

As Arya trains among the very wolves she once hunted, lines blur. Loyalty clashes with vengeance. Desire wars with duty. And buried truths begin to claw their way to the surface.

Because Arya isn’t just a spy.

She is the lost princess of Whitestone, stolen as a child, raised on lies, and groomed to destroy her own bloodline.

When betrayal tears the kingdom apart and war spills through the palace gates, Arya must choose: finish the revenge she was raised for… or embrace the destiny written in her blood.

In a world of secrets, shifting loyalties, and forbidden love, the greatest enemy may not be the wolves she hunts, but the truth she’s been running from.

They say you only appreciate something only when you've lost it.For Alpha Declan Silvercrest, that lesson came three days too late.

For three years, I built his pack's medical center from nothing. For three years, I stood by his side as his Luna. For three years, I begged for scraps of his attention while he catered to his "sick" childhood sweetheart, Selene.

When the pack doctor told me I had three days to live from silver poisoning, something inside me finally broke not my heart, but my chains.

In seventy-two hours, I signed over everything: my medical center to Selene, my trust fund to my ungrateful sister, my mate bond back to Declan. Everyone praised me for finally being selfless and mature.

What they didn't know? I wasn't dying. I was escaping.

I faked my death, exposed their lies, and disappeared into the night. But the biggest twist? I'm not the orphaned human they thought I was. I'm the lost Nightshade heir and I'm done playing weak.

Now Declan's at my door, his pack crumbling, begging for another chance. But I already gave him three years.

He had three days to love me. Now he has forever to regret it.