Beneath the roots lies a realm unspoken, where shadows breathe and rivers run black. A single step too far unravels the veil between worlds, turning play into curse, and innocence into exile. Beyond the roots, the air itself conspires, forests whisper of forgotten kings, and demons walk as both beasts and men. Yet above that abyss rises a kingdom of warmth, a fragile jewel cradled in sunlight. Its streets awaken each dawn in a riot of color: banners ripple, stalls spill with fruit and cloth, and fountains laugh with crystal spray. Children dart through blooming gardens, their laughter ringing louder than bells, while elders sit beneath arching roots, telling stories of brighter days. Here, joy is stitched into life itself. The baker greets with sugared bread, the blacksmith's hammer sings with the town musicians, and couples dance when lanterns glow like fallen stars. Festivals turn nights into oceans of song, where drums thunder and torches paint the sky in fire and gold. In this place, hope does not hide-it parades, it feasts, it laughs. The people call their home a sanctuary, untouched by sorrow, where each day begins with promise and ends in peace. To live here is to believe, if only for a moment, that darkness is nothing more than a distant dream. But beneath their feet, the roots stretch into silence. For every blossom hides its shadow, and every feast masks a silence that waits. The kingdom may be a cradle of joy, but its foundation drinks from the same soil where nightmares stir. Here, survival is no gift. Every choice is a bargain, every path a trial. What seems human may wear another face, and what seems monstrous may hold a broken heart. Secrets buried for centuries stir in the soil, twisting destiny tighter with every breath. This is not a tale of crowns or kingdoms, but of a world where light is fragile, where hope withers, and where even the roots that bind the earth tremble before what waits below.

#COMPLETED # UNDER EDITING It was no dream that I saw him yet again behind me. His silver eyes gazed into mine through the mirror. My breath hitched as he leaned in and whispered, "My Lia " ------- Lia Summers a 19 year old teenager who was abused by her parents and yet again by her boyfriend. She ran away hoping to find a better life .. Striving for her life and trying to persue her future she wanted no more drama in her life after being abused by her professor. Being a victim of bullying she lost her witty natural and turned into a timid person ...some what opposite to her own . Asher King , the shy boy was a victim of bullying when was 15 years old turned into a dangerous man . Then one day his eyes set on the one girl who help him in his life . Lia Summers ------- "Lia Summers , you are mine " ------- #cliché moments . #Werewolf #Abusive language # Cover By @Magenkop

*BOOK SEVEN* (Can be read as standalone) *Mature Content* Once a year, he holds the greatest party known to man. He impresses the poor with his wealth and prosperity. He dangles tickets in front of the faces of poverty, making them wish that one day they could get invited. One day, I do. What I don't know, is that he is watching. The Alpha of Desire watches from afar, and for the next few years, he keeps inviting me back. And I keep coming back. My goal is to unmask the man who watches me in secret, who provides me with lavish favours I could never afford. Who treats me well, but for what reason? I will follow his string of deception until I get my answer. Until I find out who the Alpha of Desire really is. ••• (Seventh in the Alpha series. Can be read as standalone) This available early access on Radish! Contains ads.

When the Eclipse Pack approaches him with an offer, Alpha Theo Stormblade doesn't ask why. He only asks one thing: "How much do they want?" Theo-once the Kingdom's most beloved, extroverted leader-has spent the last five years carved into stone. Cold. Detached. Unreachable. Since the death of his mate, the legendary Alpha has refused every attempt to push him toward a new bond. But when the elders insist he must produce an heir, Theo agrees to only one thing: A contract. A surrogate. Nothing more. Millie Rose has spent her entire life being overlooked. An orphan. A servant. A maid in one of the poorest packs in the Kingdom. Her parents were once powerful warriors, but Millie's future has been reduced to scrubbing floors, obeying orders, and surviving on scraps of respect. Until her pack sells her. When the Eclipse Pack hears the Stormblade Alpha is seeking a woman capable of bearing a strong heir, they offer Millie-quiet, obedient Millie-in exchange for desperately needed money. She meets every requirement on paper. Except one: She has no idea how dangerous Theo truly is. Brought to the Stormblade Kingdom under the terms of a cold-blooded agreement, Millie expects chains of duty. Theo expects silence and submission. But the moment their eyes meet, something ancient stirs-something neither of them agreed to, and something Theo refuses to acknowledge. He wants an heir. He does not want a heart. Millie wants freedom. She does not want to fall for the wolf who bought her. But fate has plans neither contract can contain. When secrets rise, desire ignites, and old wounds begin to bleed, one question remains: Will Millie become nothing more than the mother of his heir... or the Luna who heals a broken Alpha?