I used to think I knew what devotion meant. I thought it meant standing guard while my Alpha found his light, even if it meant watching Nini, the woman I fancied, choose him instead. I accepted my role as the dependable Beta, the one who fixes what is broken and asks for nothing in return. Then she showed up. She doesn't take shit from anyone, carrying herself with a razor sharp, cocky edge. She is dangerously flirty when the moment suits her, cheeky to a fault, and dressed to kill. And God help me, I love every single second of it. After everything with Nini, I swore to take a step back. This time, I am holding myself in check, simply observing, keeping my space, and trying to figure out if this is even real, or if the timing is completely wrong. If she were anyone else, I might have walked away. But from the moment our eyes met, my wolf knew. ─────────────────────────── Consider this your fair warning, things are about to get heavy. 🔥 We're diving into deep trauma, raw drama, and high stakes intensity. Lionel and Colette are a total collision, dark, messy, and unapologetically hot. If you like your romance fierce, emotional, and scorching enough to leave a mark, grab a cold drink and buckle up. It's going to be an intense, wild ride. 🔥 P.S. 🔥 Don't say I didn't warn you. If your screen starts melting halfway through, that's entirely on Lionel and Colette. Happy reading!

[ONGOING - POSTING EVERY FRIDAY] The world is too loud, too bright, and far too crowded. For years, I've hidden behind thick white silks and the safety of my marigolds, speaking to the petals in my mind because words always feel like jagged rocks in my throat. In the Meadow Pack, I am the quiet one, a girl of shadows and soil, waiting for a Mating Ceremony I never wanted. Then the forest breathed, and he stepped out of the willow trees. He wasn't like the others. He didn't smell of heavy perfumes or forced grace. He smelled of crushed mint and the deep, solid scent of a forest after a storm. He was a mountain of black fur and scars, a beast the stories warned me about, the Alpha of Stormridge. They call him a monster. They say his heart is as dark as the ink on his skin. But when our eyes locked, the noise in my head finally went silent. For the first time, I didn't want to hide. He is the storm to my sunlight, the growl to my silence. He doesn't know how to be gentle, and I don't know how to live in his loud, violent world. But the moon doesn't make mistakes, and my blood hums a song only he can hear. The wolf with the scarred eye has found me. And for the first time, I think I'm ready to let the silk fall.

I was the Alpha of the Black Void, a man who lived in a world of shadows and silver laced pain. After a brutal betrayal left me broken and blind, I retreated into a cage of my own making, waiting for the darkness to finally swallow me whole. I was a monster in the dark, until I heard her voice. She arrived with the scent of jasmine and a power I didn't believe existed. Nini didn't fear my rage, and she didn't pity my scars. She was a healer from a world I had forgotten, a traveler with a light so bright it began to melt the ice around my heart. She was supposed to be just a guest. A temporary fix for a permanent problem. But as she pulls me back from the edge of madness, my wolf recognizes a truth I'm not ready to face. I've spent years fighting to survive the dark. Now, I have to find the courage to step into her light. Because the only thing more dangerous than the enemies at my gates is the woman currently mending my soul. Published 23.02.2026 Completed 12.07.2026