Eclipsebound

Silverpine High taught me how to survive by shrinking. Keep your grades up, keep your eyes down, and never give Lydia Crane a clean shot at you. I was good at it, right up until one very public moment turned me into school entertainment and lit up the scar on my collarbone like it had been waiting for permission.

After that, being "ignored" stopped being the problem. Being *noticed* was.

Hollow Grove was supposed to be a place to disappear. Soren ran it like a bunker with better manners, and Jace acted like jokes could patch holes in the walls. Their rules were simple in the way a locked door is simple: stay off the grid, don't draw attention, don't hand anyone a reason to come looking. I told myself I could live inside those lines until everything cooled off.

Then Kieran Blackwell kept showing up in the edges of my life anyway. The Alpha heir who helped ruin me, the boy with too much control in his posture and too many reasons to obey a family that treats people like property. Some days he looked like regret. Other days he looked like a warning. Either way, he did not look like someone who was going to let me go quietly.

They wanted me compliant.

I wanted my life back.

Perfect for readers who love pack politics, high school cruelty, found-family sanctuary, slow-burn tension, and a heroine who learns the difference between being protected and being owned.