Zahara Blackwell was destined for greatness-or so she thought. As the first-born daughter of the esteemed Alpha and Luna of the Silver Hollow Pack, and a powerful Black female werewolf, she spent her whole life preparing for the moment the Moon Goddess would reveal her fated mate. But fate, it seems, had a cruel sense of humor. On the night of her 21st birthday, Zahara's world shatters when her fated mate is revealed to be none other than her childhood crush, Alpha Kieran Vale-strong, revered, and the man she'd secretly dreamed of loving. Instead of joy, she's met with betrayal: Kieran publicly rejects her in front of the entire pack, scoffing at the idea of her as his Luna. And in a twist of the knife, he turns and claims her younger sister, Seraphina-the delicate, soft-spoken "golden girl" of the family-as his chosen mate. Humiliated and heartbroken, Zahara is pushed to the edge. When she dares to stand up for herself, her parents-more concerned with reputation than justice-condemn her for "jealousy" and "disrupting the pack's harmony." With no one to turn to, Zahara rejects her title, her family, and her pack, becoming a rogue in the dead of night. For months, she survives on instinct and raw power, until she's found half-starved and injured at the border of the powerful Nightfang Pack. There, she meets Alpha Lucien Graves-a tall, battle-scarred warrior with haunted eyes and an aura of silent strength. He offers her sanctuary, not sympathy, and Zahara finds herself slowly healing under his quiet protection. As trust grows and sparks ignite, Zahara begins to imagine a future where she is truly seen, loved, and chosen-not because of duty or status, but because of who she is. But just when her new life begins to flourish, her past returns. RANKINGS: #1 in Fated Mates

She was the undesired outcast, who stood out, yet simultaneously blended effortlessly into the background. I could see the panic in her glassy brown eyes as she prayed her way through the crowded hallways. She'd tightly clutch that cross around her neck, full lips whispering, asking her God to spare her from their scornful glares, hateful comments, and the occasional rough-up. Silly girl. Did she not know that he was not listening and he would never save her? Like Jesus, she was the sacrificial lamb. The anxiety-riddled girl would burst through the doors of the school's library with her chest heaving, heart racing, and sweat dripping from her temples. I'd watch her from the shadows as she stored her items behind the check-out counter, preparing for her free period she spent assisting the school librarian. I clenched my teeth, watching her wheel a cart of books throughout the aisles as she cheerfully hummed her Sunday hymnals. She wore a green and blue pinafore dress that fell mid-calf on her shapely body. She attempted to hide that body from me with oversized clothes, but you could never outfox a fox. They spoke pure blasphemy when they labeled her undesirable because I desired Jezebel Holmes in the worst way. Those opaque white stockings our classmates teased her for wearing did nothing but spur countless hours of fantasies. I'd dream about ripping her tights apart, right at her center, revealing her virginal cotton white panties covering her untouched paradise. I'd yank them to the side and taste her fear in her cum. Her stockings would find themselves strangling her neck while I fucked a believer out of her. I would be the one she'd pray to absolve her of her sins. I would be the one she would seek protection from. I would be her guiding light. I would be her God. #1 in Dark Romance #1 in Tainted Love #1 in Preacher's Daughter 1st Place in General Category - Hearts Award