The Fated Series
Book 1: A Choice Lost to Fate
A fast paced wolf shifter mini-series
*Contains spicy scenes, sexually explicit content and graphic language. Not suitable for all ages.
Evandra Johnson is the Luna of the Pearl Pack and life is going great.... until it isn't. What she thought was a happy marriage to the love of her life, Jalen, her mate and Alpha, turns to something she doesn't recognize overnight. How did she not see the signs? He chose an Omega over her and now the pack will have a new Luna.
Now she is faced with heartbreak, pain, humiliation, and a new sense of hopelessness. She has no family to turn to, no friends outside of the Pearl Pack and nowhere to go. Staying a lone wolf means she accepts the status of a rogue. But approaching another pack's territory could cost her life.
After her mate's rejection and being banished from her pack, she must figure out her own way. Although she is a trained warrior and has a fierce wolf spirit within her, many dangers await in the forest. She is weakened by the strain of her mate's rejection, making her vulnerable and putting her at great risk.
Can she find herself before her wolf becomes a feral beast she no longer can control, or will she rise above?
Book 2: A Choice to Survive
Captured. Tortured. Broken-but never defeated.
In enemy territory, Evandra faces a sadistic rival Alpha, who seeks to twist her destiny into his own. But outside the walls, her four mates march toward war, their love for her powerful enough to shake kingdoms.
As the fortress burns and betrayal bleeds into battle, Evandra must survive long enough to claim her place-not just as a Luna, but as the Queen the Moon Goddess destined her to be.
Book 3: A Choice Bound by Blood
She was torn apart by betrayal.
She survived captivity and war.
Evandra thought her greatest trials were behind her, but fate is never finished.
As war brews and bonds strain, every touch, every kiss, every promise is carved in blood. To protect those she loves, she must embrace what she was always meant to be.
Bound in blood to four Alphas, Evandra must decide if love and loyalty are enough to hold back the storm. The Moon Goddess gave her a choice-
but every choice comes with a cost.
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Chapter 9
Chapter Nine – The Alpha's Dilemma
Tristan
Tristan stood outside the infirmary, jaw clenched so hard his teeth ached. The scent of her clung to him even through the closed door-wildflowers and rain, maddeningly sweet, wrapping around his senses like a snare.
Thorne prowled in his chest, restless, claws dragging across his soul. She is ours, the wolf snarled. Claim her. Hold her. Protect her from everyone, even your own guards.
"She's a stranger," Tristan muttered under his breath. "A rogue. An ex-Pearl pack member. My mate or not, she is a risk."
She is not a rogue, Thorne snapped. She fights like us. Bleeds like us. Smells like truth. You saw her eyes, Tristan-you know she is not lying.
Tristan dragged a hand through his pale hair, tugging at the strands until pain sparked across his scalp. He couldn't let himself give in. The mate bond was a gift, yes-but it could also be a curse. If he accepted her blindly, he could be endangering his entire pack. The Melting Moon wolves depended on him to be cautious, to be ruthless when necessary.
And yet...
He remembered the sight of her tied to the cot, tears streaking her face as she begged him to believe her. He remembered the way her voice shook when she said Jalen had cast her aside for another. The way she'd said, I wasn't going to bother anyone. I just wanted to survive.
It twisted something inside him. He'd seen rogues before, half-feral and consumed by madness. This woman was nothing like them. Her eyes still held fire. Her body bore wounds not from aimless violence, but from battle-desperate, defensive, raw.
"Alpha." A voice broke his storming thoughts. His Beta, Liora, approached, bowing her head. "Do you want me to send scouts to check her claims?"
Tristan hesitated, then nodded curtly. "Yes. Just the woods past the border. If she speaks truth, there should be dead rogues not far."
Liora glanced at the infirmary door. "And if she doesn't?"
His gaze flicked to the faint light spilling from under the doorframe, and his chest tightened. "Then I'll decide what to do with her."
But when Liora left, Tristan stayed where he was, staring at the door as if sheer will could tear it down. His hands flexed, itching to untie her binding ropes, to comfort her, to soothe away the anguish he had seen in her trembling frame.
She is ours, Thorne growled again, the word echoing with primal certainty.
Tristan closed his eyes, his voice rough. "If she is ours, then why would the goddess tie me to a broken Luna? Why give me a mate who belongs to another? This could start a war"
The wolf's answer was a low, steady rumble in his bones. Because she never truly belonged to him.