Author Aimen

She wore white for her wedding.
He stained it with blood.

Alpha Leandro stormed the altar like a god of war—savage, merciless, and achingly beautiful in the most terrifying way. He tore her mate apart with his bare hands…
Then pinned her down, blood on his fingers, and growled against her lips: "You're mine now."

She ran with nothing but her rage, her scent, and her brother’s corpse. Now, hidden inside an all-male Alpha academy, she binds her chest, lowers her voice, and becomes Kaelen—just another brooding, silent “boy” among killers.

But Alphas? They can smell a lie, especially when it’s wrapped in soft curves and forbidden heat.

Liam is firelight and devotion—he touches like he’s worshipping sin.
Varian is dangerous in human skin—he glares like he owns your soul.
Both swear she’s theirs. Neither knows she’s a girl.
And when her heat hits, they go feral for the scent she can’t hide anymore.

But the devil always comes back.

Leandro finds her. Chains her wrists.
Marks her throat with his teeth.
And whispers dark promises into her skin that make her knees tremble.

"Fight me. Hate me. Run from me.
I’ll still fuck you like you were made for me."

Now, she must choose:

Give in to the Alpha who ruined her life but makes her body ache with need—
Or light the match and burn every last one of them to the ground.

“I am Maya, the first daughter of Alpha Darius of the Ashbourne Pack, and I am damned… damned by the Moon Goddess, and an embarrassment to my father’s legacy.”
Born wolfless, her life had always been full of shame. While others shifted under the full moon, she suffered through painful heat. Her father, a powerful Alpha, saw her as a disgrace. And when he finally cast her out of the pack, she had nowhere left to go, until Kael, the feared Lycan Leader, found her.
Now, Kael is offering her a hand. If she takes it, she’ll be branded as a traitor. If she doesn’t, it might cost her life, or worse… a life of eternal exile.
"I won't be called wolfless anymore. I won't be yanked into the crooked domination battles of the Leaders. And I definitely won't surrender to the arrogant stranger who claims the moon marked me for him..."
But when he touches her, it's not disgrace that fills her. It's power, unlocking a prophecy that doesn't belong to a shattered girl but to a tool forged by the Moon Goddess herself.
The question is, can Maya trust the Leader whose secrets run deeper than his scars, or is she just another pawn in his bloodstained games?
Either way, one thing is clear: They called her wolfless. They thought she was weak. But she is done hiding, and this time, she's rewriting the rules.