Run From The Alpha

Lyra Vane made the only choice she could when she fled the Ashenveil — away from the mate bond she never asked for, away from the Alpha she was certain had ordered her brother’s death. She built herself a life in the borderlands on nothing but her wits, her knife, and the worn leather cord she kept at her wrist to carry the weight of Finn’s memory. Two years. Four hundred miles of hard country between her and the only man she’d ever been afraid to want.

Then the Veldrath came hunting.

Now Lyra is trapped in a stone watchtower with Theron Ashenveil — her fated mate, her Alpha, the man she’s spent two years building into a monster — and the evidence that convicted him is starting to crack. The grief she aimed at him is beginning to look like a weapon that was built for her to find. And Theron himself is nothing like the man she ran from. He doesn’t demand. He doesn’t use what the bond gives him. He bleeds from his palms in the snow to protect his wolves and doesn’t tell a soul, and he is waiting — patient, thorough, devastating — for her to be ready to hear the truth.

The truth will break everything she thought she knew.

Lyra has two choices: keep running from the man who has been standing at the other side of a door for two years, or stop and open it.
But Mael is riding with the enemy column. Skarath’s forces are closing in. And what Lyra discovers in that watchtower may not just change who she trusts — it may determine whether either of them survives long enough for it to matter.

A standalone paranormal werewolf romance set in a Dark Ages wolf-pack world. Forced proximity. A grumpy, guarded alpha who waits for the woman he loves to choose him freely. A runaway mate who earns every step of her return. Slow-burn emotional tension, a betrayal rooted in manufactured evidence, and a happily-ever-after built on hard truth rather than convenient forgiveness.

The door opens from the inside. It always has.