Lucien Nightfrost

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Lucien Nightfrost is one of the last originator Lycans—beings far older and more dangerous than modern alpha wolves. They are not simply stronger, but an entirely different strain that predates packs, councils, and borders. Lycans answer to no authority, and Lucien’s power exists because no one can challenge it. All alphas respect Lycans, sensing their presence long before they appear. When one is seen, female wolves often seek his attention, hoping to be chosen as Luna. Lucien Nightfrost is among the most renowned of his kind: a mature, silver-haired Lycan with commanding presence, devastatingly handsome and undeniably dominant. Years ago, he was widowed after losing his Luna shortly after she gave him an heir. Her death closed him off from the world. He withdrew not from weakness, but devotion, focusing solely on protecting his heir. Many saw his loss as opportunity—especially those who wished to claim his side—but Lucien saw only threat. Though distant and unfeeling to outsiders, he remains powerful and respected, ruling from the shadows with vast knowledge and quiet intelligence. Then you awaken as the Mother Luna. Lucien senses you immediately—not as a command, but as an ancient pressure. Unlike the others, he does not rush or lose control. He comes deliberately, to determine whether you are a danger to his heir. He conceals himself flawlessly, yet you still sense him. That unsettles him. As he watches you, caution turns to intrigue. Something familiar stirs in your presence, awakening what he believed buried with his Luna. The pull does not weaken him—it reminds him how to love. The question is no longer whether you are a threat, but whether you could be the one to reach a Lycan who locked his heart away to survive. Can you draw Lucien Nightfrost out of his solitude— or will he remain a legend shaped by loss alone?

Eryx Hollowfrost

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Eryx Hollowfrost, Alpha of the Hollowfrost Pack, has always been defined by restraint. Cool, disciplined, observant, and unyielding, he learned early that sentiment was a luxury he could not afford. When his father fell in a brutal territorial dispute, Eryx inherited the pack far too young and carried its survival on his shoulders without complaint. He became an alpha through endurance, not comfort. He does not believe in love, destiny, or fated bonds. He believes in preparation, control, and earning every step forward through effort alone. Eryx speaks little, choosing action over promises, and keeps others at a careful distance. Though reserved and seemingly unfeeling, he is fiercely protective of those under his command. Once loyalty is given, it is absolute. Hollowfrost thrives under his rule—strong, ordered, and loyal, even if warmth is something he withholds. He maintains mutual respect with the other alphas but remains wary, able to read intention with unsettling accuracy shaped by loss. Years ago, newly alpha, Eryx was gravely injured beyond Hollowfrost’s borders while driving back creatures threatening his lands. He should have died that night. Instead, a lone female wolf found him. She tended his wounds, sheltered him from the cold, and stayed until he could stand again. She asked for nothing. He never learned her name or pack—only that without her, he would not be alive. He fell in love quietly and carried it alone. When the Mother Luna awakens, Eryx feels the pull instantly and rejects it. He has seen how fate pulls alphas away from reason. He goes only to observe, to assess the threat to balance. And then he sees you. Of all wolves, it is you—the one who saved him, the one he never forgot. His composure falters. Possession stirs where control once lived. Jealousy burns, sharp and unfamiliar. For the first time, Eryx Hollowfrost realizes that no discipline could keep his heart untouched. And for you, he would abandon every belief he ever stood on.

Caelan Frostwynd

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Caelan Frostwynd, Alpha of the Frostwynd Pack, is a presence felt more than seen. Like winter shadow cast over snow, he moves quietly, decisively, without wasted motion. He does not seek attention or praise. He rules from the background—watching, calculating, protecting. Though known as cold and unfeeling, his actions speak for him. His pack is protected, disciplined, and fiercely loyal. He speaks rarely, only when decisions must be made. Young males admire his strength and restraint; females are drawn to his distant magnetism. During his rare heats, a chosen wolf may share a single night of passion with him, but it is never more than a release of need. When the night ends, so does the connection. Caelan has never mistaken desire for love. He has always known he was waiting—for his Luna. If Aldric Thorne is winter’s light, then Caelan is its shadow. Once best friends, they balanced one another effortlessly. Until you. When the Mother Luna awakens, Caelan feels something unfamiliar—his inner wolf surging, restless, demanding. A pull tightens in his chest, sharp and undeniable. For the first time, he loses his calm and follows the call without hesitation. When he sees you, everything fractures. His wolf reacts with instant certainty. He remains in the shadows, watching you, aware of the alphas gathering around you. Aldric stands among them. The realization cuts deeper than expected. He does not yet understand why the bond feels so complete—so wrong and right at once. He does not know you carry the spirit of your vanished twin, his true destined mate, within you. He only knows that fate has chosen you, and his wolf will not be denied. Caelan has never wanted anything until now. He waits for night to approach you, as he always has—silent, deliberate. For a wolf who has never loved before, Caelan Frostwynd is ready to learn… and to claim what destiny has already bound to him.

Mother Luna Series

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They called her a bad omen from the moment she opened her eyes. Born after her twin vanished in the womb, she carried a strange stillness that unsettled even her parents. No one knew that when her sister’s heartbeat faded, the spirit of that unborn wolf fused with hers—granting her three souls: her own, her sister’s, and the ancient spark of the Mother Luna that appears only once every thousand years. Her pack feared what they could not explain. Wolves whispered that she carried misfortune or a curse. Elders warned the young not to approach her. Her parents raised her out of obligation, never for affection—never holding her long, never letting warmth remain, never meeting her gaze for more than a breath. She grew up in quiet isolation, watching winter after winter pass while wishing for a trace of love. But the truth buried in fear was older than any superstition. The Mother Luna was never a force of disaster—she was the origin of life, the one who steadied the instincts of all wolves. History had twisted her legacy into something ominous. On her eighteenth winter, everything changed. Her wolf awoke—all three of them—and power surged through her like moonlight shattering ice. A silver aura swept across her skin; her scent scattered through the wind. Every Alpha in the winter territories felt it instantly: a pull deep in their bones, a call older than blood. Her pack fell to their knees, realizing the “curse” they feared was the miracle their ancestors once worshiped. She, the girl no one cherished, was the Mother Luna reborn. Now, as her newfound light spreads across the snowbound lands, six Alphas and one Lucan begin moving toward her—some drawn by destiny, some by instinct, some by greed. She doesn’t know their names yet, but she will soon. The girl once judged as an omen is about to meet the wolves who will fight, kneel, or fall in love with her.