The Alpha's Witch

Haley Dreymond was born into power and learned early what it costs.

A witch who fled a brutal bloodline, Haley has spent years pretending she is ordinary, burying her magic and the trauma that came with it. But when ancient obligations resurface, hiding is no longer an option. Duty calls her back into a world she never truly escaped.

Soren Draxler leads a fragile new alliance forged from loss and necessity. Witches took his mother. Now peace demands he bind himself to one through a marriage neither of them asked for.

What begins as a political truce becomes something far more volatile. Haley is not weak. Soren is not merciful. And the bond between them is strained by secrets, instinct, and a pull neither of them trusts.

Because some alliances aren't meant to bring peace
they're meant to test control.

Excerpt
Haley's hands shook as she sat, her eyes trained on the door, wondering what she would say, what she would do. The sound of footsteps made her pulse quicken. Then the door opened, revealing her husband, stoic and every bit as appealing.

She knew he was aware of her presence, but instead of acknowledging her, which she had expected, she watched him head for the stairs.

Steeling herself, she heard herself ask,
"Were you with her?"

At her words, Soren stopped.

A primal urge clawed at his restraint at the implied challenge in her tone. He wasn't sure if it was intentional or not. Maybe it was. When it came to her, he was never entirely certain. He would think he had her figured out, only for her to surprise him the next moment.

It was a week from the next full moon, and he found that the uncertainty proved more of an annoyance than the intrigue he usually felt at her antics, despite his best efforts.

"Are you following me?" he said, before turning to face her, his eyes slowly adopting an ember like glow.

"Wife," he added, his voice dipping into an almost animalistic growl.