Follow
Chapters
Share
TAMING THE ALPHA'S HEART  Novel Cover

TAMING THE ALPHA'S HEART

Ella Hart's life changes forever when her late father's debt forces her into a marriage with the infamous Alpha, Rylan Wolfe. Cold, ruthless, and scarred by betrayal, Rylan treats their union as a business deal but fate has other plans. As hidden truths, dangerous enemies, and a powerful mate bond draw them together, passion ignites, trust shatters, and love becomes the ultimate battlefield. In a world of werewolf politics, revenge, and secrets, can a human Luna survive and claim her Alpha's heart?
Chapters
Share

Chapter 6

CHAPTER 6 - Whispers in the Pack

ELLA POV

The Silverfang Pack's grounds buzzed with morning energy; wolves participated in training, mothers gathered herbs, and guards switched shifts. Life moved forward with purpose.

Except for mine.

I lifted my chin as I walked through the courtyard, but the whispers were inescapable.

"Is she still around?"

"A human Luna... and the Alpha can hardly stand to touch her."

"She won't make it through the winter."

Their remarks hurt, but I refused to show it. If they were seeking a broken human, they had made a grave mistake underestimating me.

I headed towards the training area, pretending to admire the scenery. In truth, I craved some distance. Space. Anything to soothe the chaos in my heart after last night on the balcony.

Rylan's hands on my waist.

His breath warming my cheek.

The way he murmured, "Tell me to stop."

A blunder.

I pushed the memory away.

A familiar figure appeared, Lucas, carrying two baskets of herbs. His face brightened the moment he saw me.

"Good morning, Luna," he said teasingly.

I sighed in relief. "Just Ella."

"To everyone else, maybe." He winked. "But to me, you're the girl who nearly stepped into the forbidden wing on her second day."

I groaned. "Can we not revisit that?"

Lucas laughed and handed me one of the baskets. "Walk with me? I could use some help."

I paused, recalling Rylan's reaction the last time he found us together... then shrugged. If he had a problem with it, that was for him to deal with. He was the one who turned me down, not the other way around.

We headed to the greenhouse behind the training field. I helped Lucas sort herbs while he spoke mainly about pack life, the traditions, the little things that had nothing to do with contracts, regulations, or Alpha authority.

It felt freeing.

He passed me a jar of dried lavender. "You're handling this better than most newcomers. Typically, the new Lunas end up in tears."

"I don't cry," I replied automatically.

Lucas raised an eyebrow.

I shifted my gaze. "Not because of him."

He attempted to hide his smile but couldn't. "I didn't mention Rylan."

"I didn't mention him either."

We shared a soft laugh.

But suddenly, our laughter quieted. Conversations halted. Heads lowered in unison.

I didn't need to look back to know who had shown up.

Rylan.

His presence enveloped the room instantly before his voice emerged, low, deadly, and cold.

"What's going on here?"

I stiffened.

Lucas stepped back as Rylan approached us, each movement careful and controlled. Too controlled, as if he were holding something powerful within.

His gaze shifted from Lucas to me and back again, darkening.

"You're meant to be training," he snapped at his brother.

"I was," Lucas replied calmly. "I'm helping Ella..."

"I didn't ask."

Lucas's jaw tightened. "She's your wife. You could address her as one."

Rylan's eyes blazed. "She is my responsibility. I expect her to abide by the rules."

My anger flared. "Is speaking now forbidden?"

"With him?" Rylan growled.

Lucas raised both hands. "I'll step away. Just calm down before you shift in the greenhouse."

He left, creating a silence thick with tension between the Alpha and the human he refused to acknowledge.

Rylan moved in closer.

Too close.

"You're provoking me once more," he whispered.

"No," I said. "I'm simply living."

His jaw clenched, eyes glowing gold. "Maintain your distance from Lucas."

"Why?" I pressed. "Is it because he treats me like I'm a real person?"

Rylan loomed above me, breathing heavily. "Because you belong..."

He faltered.

That word hung in the air between us.

He couldn't finish his thought.

I stepped a bit closer.

"Say it."

His hands balled into fists. "I can't."

But his eyes...

They gave everything away.

---

RYLAN POV

She's driving me mad.

I left the mansion with the intent to check on the border patrols, wanting to immerse myself in responsibility until the spark she ignited last night faded.

But then I caught her scent.

Her. With *him*.

My wolf growled the moment I saw Lucas next to her. They were laughing together. She was beaming, openly, freely, in a way I'd never witnessed directed at me.

Jealousy hit me like a physical blow, almost pushing me to shift.

Everyone bowed when I entered the greenhouse. No one dared to breathe too loudly.

Except for her.

Ella stood firm, chin raised, eyes flashing with defiance. She had no clue how dangerous that was. Or perhaps she did. Maybe she relished pushing me toward the edge.

I could still recall my hands on her waist from the previous night. The warmth of her breath. The way she murmured "I couldn't" when I asked her to tell me to stop.

A mistake.

A damn mistake that replayed in my mind.

I approached her now, unable to hide the urgency in my movements.

"You're testing me again," I said.

She fired back, fearless, sharp, stunning even in her defiance.

"No, I'm living."

My breath hitched. Her scent surrounded me, urging my wolf to pace and snarl within my mind.

I warned her to stay away from Lucas.

She demanded to know why.

"Because you belong..."

I stopped.

Because she doesn't belong to me.

Because she shouldn't.

Because claiming her would break us both.

But when she closed the gap, lifting her chin, her eyes soft yet intense...

"Say it," she whispered.

My control snapped for a brief moment.

My wolf roared.

My hands moved on instinct, pressing against the shelves on either side of her. Caging her in but not touching her. Not daring to.

Her breath hitched.

"Ella," I growled, fighting the urge to close the distance between us. "If I say it... I won't be able to stop."

She maintained eye contact, trembling yet steadfast.

"Maybe I don't want you to stop."

Gods.

I nearly kissed her.

Right there.

In the damn greenhouse.

But a shout from outside broke the moment.

"Alpha! Rogues detected near the west border!"

I pulled away, my chest heaving.

I glanced back at her one last time.

"This isn't finished," I said, my voice raw.

Then I shifted and raced toward the forest, hoping the conflict would douse the fire she had ignited within me.

You may also like

Betrayed By Love: The Genius's Revenge Novel Cover
8.2
For three years, nineteen-year-old Ella Campbell rotted in a freezing psychiatric isolation room. Her billionaire family didn't visit her once, only pulling her out today to force her to publicly apologize to Ashlyn, the perfect sister who had framed her. At Ashlyn's glamorous engagement gala, Ella was treated worse than a stray dog and forced to watch her childhood sweetheart propose to her sister. When Ella showed no jealousy, her brother Ivan dragged her onto a dark balcony and nearly choked her to death. Her mother didn't even check if Ella was breathing, merely ordering a makeup artist to paint thick concealer over the dark purple handprints on Ella's neck so the family's stock price wouldn't drop. Standing under the blinding stage lights in a shapeless gray dress, facing three hundred mocking Wall Street executives, Ella was supposed to be the broken, obedient psycho the Campbells needed. "I am deeply sorry for the pain I caused." She was supposed to end the apology there and bow to her abusers, but Ella didn't shed a single tear. "My only regret is that I didn't insist on waiting for the police to arrive that night. I deeply regret that I didn't demand a full, legal toxicology report to prove to everyone exactly what happened." As the ballroom erupted into suspicious whispers and her paralyzed twin brother finally saw the violent bruises hidden beneath her makeup, Ella's counterattack against the Campbell family officially began.
Betrayed Pilot's Redemption Novel Cover
8.3
The control panel flashed red as warning lights erupted across the dashboard. My heart skipped a beat, but my hands remained steady on the yoke. "Flight 447, this is Tower. Do you copy?" The radio crackled with static. "We're experiencing mechanical failure," I responded, my voice calm despite the chaos unfolding around me. "Primary systems are going down one by one." The aircraft shuddered violently, metal groaning under pressure. Through the windshield, the city lights blurred as we began an uncontrolled descent. "Lillie, what's happening?" My first officer's voice trembled slightly. "Stay focused," I ordered, already running through emergency protocols in my mind. "We need to manually override the autopilot." The passenger cabin erupted in gasps and cries.
Discarded Bride, Billionaire's Obsession  Novel Cover
8.5
She was replaced at her own wedding. He offered her the perfect revenge. Emma Hartley's wedding day became her worst nightmare when her fiancé, billionaire Adrian Castellan, let another woman take her place at the altar. For three years, she'd endured his coldness, his manipulation, his cruelty-all while believing she wasn't good enough. But she was wrong. She was too good for him. Enter Damien Cross-powerful, dangerous, and Adrian's sworn enemy. He makes Emma an offer she can't refuse: marry him, help destroy Adrian's empire, and walk away with five million dollars and her dignity restored. It's supposed to be fake. A business arrangement. Pure revenge. But when Damien looks at her like she's the only woman in the world... when his touch sets her on fire... when his protection feels more real than anything Adrian ever gave her... Emma realizes she's falling for her fake husband. The problem? - Adrian's not letting her go without a fight - Their marriage could land them both in prison - And Damien might only love the idea of her-not the real thing What started as a revenge plot is becoming the most dangerous game of all: love. Can a marriage built on lies become the most honest thing they've ever done? Or will their past destroy the future they're desperate to build?
He Called Off Our Forever Novel Cover
8.1
Tonight, my boyfriend of seven years, Benjamin Kane, was supposed to propose. Our future was a perfect picture, planned down to the last detail. But a single phone call shattered it all. A mysterious voice convinced him I was a gold digger who would ruin him, and that another woman, Jenna Christian, was his true soulmate. He called off our engagement on the spot. That was only the beginning of my nightmare. I was stalked by a man obsessed with Jenna, a confrontation that ended with me falling from a rooftop and shattering my arm. Then, I was kidnapped by a shady agency, trapped by a contract Jenna had signed in my name. I was living the horrific fate that was meant for her. Benjamin, the man who promised me forever, abandoned me to suffer while defending the very woman who orchestrated my torment. Lying in a hospital bed, I received an acceptance letter for a design scholarship in Paris. It was my only escape. I took it, leaving behind the man who broke me and the life he destroyed.
His Betrayal Forged Her Empire Novel Cover
7.5
I run my family's political dynasty with an iron fist. From my father’s Senate votes to my own calculated engagement, every move is mine to control. Then, in a single evening, my ambitious stepmother made her play. She used our housekeeper as a spy and orchestrated a scandal involving my fiancé and stepsister, designed to shatter my reputation and power. They thought they could break me. Within twelve hours, the spy was dead on the marble floor of my foyer. My fiancé’s family was blackmailed into silence. My stepsister was exiled to a Swiss boarding school, and I stripped my own father of his authority for his weakness. As for my stepmother, Bronte, I had her declared mentally unstable and forcibly taken to a remote facility in Montana, completely cut off from the world. Everyone saw a cold-hearted coup, but they didn't know the secret I held. I had proof that Bronte had systematically orchestrated my brother’s death years ago, all to position her own son to inherit everything. This wasn't about power; it was vengeance. But winning the war at home has put me on a much deadlier board. Now, I'm preparing for a dinner with Eldridge Marsh—the most dangerous man in Washington—who wants to decide if I'm a player he can use, or a threat he needs to destroy.
Make Him Pay: My Ultimate Revenge Novel Cover
7.9
After growing up in an orphanage, Corrine thought marrying billionaire Cristofer Clarke would finally give her a loving family. But her husband didn't care about her; he was busy hosting a late-night pool party with a Hollywood actress while she went into agonizing premature labor. During her emergency C-section, Corrine nearly bled to death alone, and her newborn daughter was sent to the NICU fighting for her tiny life. But nobody told Cristofer the truth about her suffering. A corrupt nanny easily framed Corrine as an unstable mother who starved his unborn heirs. So he ruthlessly ordered his team to lock her in a psychiatric ward, while his aristocratic mother and sister stormed her ICU room, throwing a relinquishment contract onto her bleeding surgical wounds. "We're actually doing you a favor, sweetie. Because honestly? Who knows who the father of those premature freaks really is." After surviving hemorrhagic shock and watching her husband walk in to look at her with pure disgust, her last shred of hope completely shattered. Sitting up with fresh blood soaking her torn stitches, Corrine ripped the contract to shreds and stared dead into his eyes. "That's right. I'm just in it for the money. Get your checkbook ready, Cristofer. I'll see you in court."