Fated In Silver

Fated In Silver

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LGBTQIA+
Gay
Romance
Destined Love
Alex Bennett has always known his path: become Alpha of the Silver Crest Pack, protect his people, and never question the rules. But fate has other plans. For months, his dreams have led him to a clearing under the moonlight... to someone waiting just beyond his reach. That someone is James McKenna. Human. Outsider. Forbidden. James, unaware of the supernatural world around him, arrives in Silver Crest carrying his grandmother's mysterious journal, a book, that glows with secrets of the moon and whispers of a prophecy written in his blood. Drawn to Silver Crest by dreams he doesn't understand, James finds himself tangled in a destiny far darker than he ever imagined. As rival packs scheme, dark forces rise, and the bond between them deepens, Alex must choose: obey the laws that demand their separation... or defy fate itself and risk everything for a love that could save or destroy their world. A forbidden bond. And two souls destined to find each other even if the world itself stands against them.
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They said the Hunt was sacred. That if I was chosen, it meant fate. But fate didn't feel like a mouth on my skin or claws at my back. It felt like blood. Mine. For years, I stayed hidden. Quiet. Unclaimed. I stole seeds from the state fields, grew food in secret, fed my family from soil and silence. I did everything right - stayed beneath their radar, beneath their noses. I didn't make waves. I didn't ask for more. But monsters never forget a scent. And when the Hunt came, I was scented. Tracked. Taken. I stabbed him. I buried the blade in his shoulder and watched him bleed. It didn't matter. Because he still bit me. And the world saw. Now my face is on every screen. The girl who didn't run. The girl who fought back. Some call me a rebel. Some call me a mate. But they all forget one thing. I wasn't made to be claimed. I was made to survive. And if they want to collar me, cage me, crown me - they'll have to reckon with everything I've kept buried beneath the roots. Because I am not the flower. I'm the fire beneath it. Rewrite version of formerly known book Escaping the monsters Embrace

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