Blood-Moon Christmas: The Alpha I Can’t Escape
READING AGE 18+
Ten years ago, Princess Lyra Darkbane broke the one law carved into every wolf of the Northern Clans:Never touch the Alpha of Yulefang.Their packs were sworn enemies. Their bloodlines cursed.And the ancient Christmas Eve Prophecy warned that if a Darkbane heir ever touched a Yulefang Alpha under the blood-moon sky, the fate of both packs would shatter.So of course—on the coldest winter night of her life—Lyra kissed him anyway.Aeron Frostborne was her rival. Her obsession. Her forbidden almost-mate.And before dawn, he rejected her in front of both clans…igniting a prophecy neither of them understoodand breaking her heart so completely she fled the North forever.Now she’s back.Summoned for the annual holiday summit, Lyra returns to frozen Yulefang territory as a hardened warrior princess with no intention of forgiving the man who ruined her life.But Aeron is not the untouchable Alpha she remembers.A mysterious attack has left his wolf fractured—sometimes feral, sometimes gone, always hungry for the one woman he swore he could never claim. His control is slipping. His dominance is unstable. And when he sees Lyra again, the decade-old desire he buried explodes into something even more dangerous:A need born of fate.A curse born of their touch.A bond that should never have been awakened.Now the prophecy is unraveling.Aeron is dying.Lyra is the only one who can save him.And the ritual that could break the curse must be performed on Christmas Eve…in the very place where he once rejected her.One night. One ritual. One forbidden, primal, world-shaking union that could heal them both—or destroy two packs forever.She should hate him.He should stay away.But fate never cared about shoulds.And this Christmas, the blood moon rises again.
Unfold
Morning in the Yulefang stronghold felt nothing like morning in Darkbane. The air here was colder in a way that crawled under the skin and settled at the base of the spine, as if the walls themselves remembered every life taken within them. The corridors were wide, carved from black stone veined with ice, and the ceilings arched like the ribs of……
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