The Alpha’s Moon Gala Reckoning — Novel

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Beneath the silvery light of the moon, an Alpha’s world begins to unravel. When Blackthorn returns from a routine patrol, he finds the scent of another wolf lingering in his den, a mark of betrayal that sends his heart into a tailspin. His mate, Selene Frostveil, once devoted and steadfast, now harbors secrets that could destroy their bond. As revelations of her infidelity surface, Blackthorn is thrust into a vortex of jealousy and fury, grappling with the unsettling presence of Kael Ashford, the charming Omega Liaison who has stolen not only Selene's affections but also threatens to upend the very fabric of their pack.

As the stakes rise, the tension between duty and desire becomes palpable. What will Blackthorn sacrifice to protect his territory and reclaim his mate? In a world where loyalty is tested and alliances shift like the phases of the moon, can love withstand the trials of betrayal? With each encounter, the lines blur between vengeance and passion, leaving Blackthorn to wonder if he can reclaim what is rightfully his before it slips away forever. The Moon Gala isn't just a celebration; it’s a reckoning. As darkness falls, will he emerge victorious, or will the shadows of betrayal consume him whole?

The Alpha’s Moon Gala ReckoningChapter 1

I returned from a territory patrol to find my personal den-slippers still damp with another wolf's scent.

I asked Selene Frostveil if we'd had visitors.

She went rigid for a heartbeat, then let out a light laugh. "How could we? You know I'm terrible at hosting other wolves."

"I prefer spending the moon-rest quiet, just the two of us in our chambers."

"Isn't that what you always said drew you to me? How devoted I am to our bond?"

I offered a hollow smile and waited until she left to visit the pack market. Then I searched our den, chamber by chamber.

Someone had used the grooming blade in the bathing room. A set of sleeping furs in the wardrobe carried a foreign musk.

But the worst part? The sealed pouch of mating herbs in the bedside chest was completely empty.

Two days. Twelve doses.

Impressive stamina.

I swallowed my fury and sent a mind-link to my most trusted guard:

"Contact the den-keeper. Retrieve all ward-stone scrying from the past two days."

"And make certain no other wolf learns of this."

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The next evening in my council hall, the scrying images were already waiting in my private viewing crystal.

I activated it and pulled the vision forward.