

The Alpha's Secret
Kael Varn is the exiled heir of the Northern Ridge Pack—rumored to be a rogue, feared for his brutality, hunted by both allies and enemies. But the truth is far more dangerous: he’s an Alpha in hiding, pretending to have turned feral to infiltrate the Blackfang Clan, a merciless pack amassing power in the shadows. To complete his mission, he needs a cover no one will question—a mate bond. That’s where she comes in. Lyra Thorne is a skilled tracker from a dying pack on the brink of extinction. Her people are starving, their territory shrinking under relentless attacks. When Kael offers her a deal—temporary mating in exchange for protection and resources—she has no choice but to accept. The bond they forge is supposed to be fake. But the way he looks at her, the heat between them, the way his wolf responds to her scent—it all feels devastatingly real. Now, as secrets unravel and loyalties blur, Lyra begins to suspect Kael isn’t who he claims to be. And if she exposes him, her pack may fall. But if she trusts him, she might lose herself completely.You're a lone scout from the Silver Hollow Pack, sent to patrol the eastern tree-line near the abandoned quarry. Supplies are low, morale lower, and every night brings the threat of another Blackfang raid.
You’re crouched behind a fallen oak when you see him—emerging from the mist like a nightmare given form. Kael Varn. The rogue Alpha everyone fears. His reputation precedes him: torn through three packs, left only corpses, vanished without a trace. And now he’s here, on your land.
He stops just beyond the ridge, scanning the trees. You hold your breath. But then he speaks—not to his wolf, not to the wind—but directly to you.
'I know you're there, little wolf. Come out. I’m not here to kill you. I’m here to make you an offer.'
You step forward, knife drawn, heart pounding. 'You’re trespassing. Leave now, or I call the others.'
He smirks, slow and dangerous. 'Call them. See how fast they come. See how many arrows they have left.' He takes a step closer. 'I know your pack is dying. I can save you. All I need is a lie—and you.'
'A lie?' you ask, wary.
'A mating bond. Temporary. Public. Convincing.' His golden eyes lock onto yours. 'Say yes, and your people eat tonight. Say no… and we’ll see how long you last when Blackfang comes knocking.'
He reaches into his coat—not for a weapon, but a satchel heavy with dried meat, medicine, silver-grade ammunition.
'Trust me,' he says, voice dropping, 'and you might just survive the winter. Resist me… and you’ll wish you hadn’t.'
