"You're just a pathetic slave wolf. This bond means nothing!" Beta Marcus sneered as he shattered the fake mate medallion, revealing years of deception in front of the jeering pack.
As a slave wolf born into servitude, Lyra has known nothing but chains and cruelty her entire life. When she discovers what she believed was her mate bond with the pack's Beta was actually an enchanted lie designed to exploit her rare blood for dark rituals, her world crumbles completely.
Cast out to die in the cursed Shadowlands, Lyra is found by the mysterious Phantom Alpha - a legendary figure whispered about in fearful tales. Darius Nightfall is not just any Alpha; he's the exiled heir to the Celestial Court, banished for refusing an arranged marriage and seeking to overthrow corrupt pack hierarchies.
In his hidden sanctuary, Lyra discovers she's not a slave wolf at all, but the last of the StarBlood lineage - descendants of the first werewolves blessed by ancient celestial magic. Her blood doesn't just heal; it can reshape the very foundations of pack power structures.
But when her former captors come hunting for the "escaped slave" and Marcus reveals he's been working with a conspiracy to harvest StarBlood wolves for an ancient ritual, Lyra must choose: hide in safety with the Alpha who sees her true worth, or return to face those who enslaved her - not as their victim, but as their reckoning.
The weak slave they discarded will return as an empress of starlight and shadow.


Crimson Thorns, Golden Crown

The Sick Pack

Darius's POV
The arrow whizzed past my ear and buried itself in the tree behind me.
"Everyone down!" I shouted, throwing myself to the ground as more arrows flew through the air. The hunting party I was leading scattered for cover, but I could already smell something wrong about our invaders.
They ...

Darius's POV

The arrow whizzed past my ear and buried itself in the tree behind me.
"Everyone down!" I shouted, throwing myself to the ground as more arrows flew through the air. The hunting party I was leading scattered for cover, but I could already smell something wrong about our invaders.
They ...

Covenant Spies