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The Alpha's Pretend Mate

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Ivy Storm has spent years surviving on the fringes of pack society, a rogue wolf with nothing but her wits and a sick brother to protect. But when she’s caught trespassing on Blackthorn territory, she finds herself face-to-face with the ruthless Alpha, Kael Blackthorn. Instead of a death sentence, Kael offers her a deal: pose as his mate to silence his pack council, and he’ll give her the money she needs to save her brother.What starts as a reluctant alliance quickly becomes something neither of them expected. Ivy’s sharp tongue and fiery spirit challenge Kael’s every instinct, while his strength and quiet vulnerability begin to crack the walls she’s spent years building. But not everyone in Blackthorn Pack is convinced Ivy belongs—and some will stop at nothing to expose her secrets.With enemies closing in, a web of lies tightening around them, and a bond they can’t ignore, Ivy and Kael must decide: is their partnership just a charade, or the start of something real? In a world where survival means sacrifice, can love truly conquer all?

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A Rouge in the Night
The forest was alive with sound—the soft whisper of wind through the leaves, the distant rustle of unseen creatures, the faint crackle of branches underfoot. To most, it might have felt serene, peaceful even. To Ivy Storm, it was a battlefield, every sound a potential threat. Ivy moved like a shadow, her lean frame slipping through the underbrush with practiced ease. Her dark chestnut hair, tied back with a frayed strip of leather, brushed her shoulders as she scanned the path ahead, green eyes sharp and alert. A smudge of dirt streaked her cheek, and faint scars lined her hands—small, quiet reminders of a life lived on the edge. She wasn’t imposing, but there was a coiled energy in the way she carried herself, every movement deliberate, every breath controlled. Ivy was a survivor, shaped by years of running and fighting, and tonight was no different. She moved silently, her boots pressing into the damp earth without a trace of sound. The satchel over her shoulder was light, but its contents were priceless: dried meat, herbs, and a few precious scraps of bread. It wasn’t much, but it would keep her brother alive for a little while longer. If she made it back. Her heart clenched at the thought of her brother. He hadn’t shifted in weeks, his wolf growing weaker by the day. She’d tried everything—herbs, poultices, even prayers to a moon goddess she didn’t believe in—but nothing worked. He needed real help, but real help came with a price. A price Ivy couldn’t pay. Ivy’s green eyes flicked toward the treetops. The moon was a sliver tonight, offering just enough light to navigate by but not enough to give her away. She knew Blackthorn Pack’s patrol patterns well, had spent weeks watching their warriors from a safe distance. She’d even mapped the blind spots in their defenses. But there was no such thing as a perfect plan, and tonight, she couldn’t shake the feeling that something was off. A soft rustle in the distance made her pause. Ivy crouched low, her hand drifting to the dagger at her waist. She held her breath, ears straining. The forest was quiet again, too quiet. The normal hum of nocturnal life had gone still, as if holding its breath. Her heart pounded. A twig snapped behind her, the sound sharp and deliberate. Damn it. Ivy whirled, her fingers tightening on her dagger. Shadows shifted in the moonlight, and then a figure stepped forward. He was tall, broad-shouldered, and carried himself with a calm authority that made the air around him feel heavier. The moonlight caught the sharp angles of his face, highlighting piercing silver eyes that locked onto hers with predatory focus. Kael Blackthorn. Of course it had to be the Alpha himself. “I don’t suppose you’re just out for a stroll,” Ivy said, her voice sharp and steady despite the hammering of her heart. Kael Blackthorn stepped into the clearing with the unhurried grace of a predator who knew he had already won. His broad shoulders and towering frame seemed to command the space around him, making the forest feel smaller, more confined. His silver eyes gleamed in the moonlight, sharp and unyielding, like a blade catching the light. Dark hair fell just past his ears, slightly tousled but doing nothing to soften the sharp lines of his jaw or the cold authority in his expression. Every movement was precise, deliberate, as if the entire world bent to his will. He didn’t need to growl or bare his teeth—his presence alone was enough to send a chill through the air. Kael raised a brow, his expression unreadable. “Drop the bag,” he said, his tone calm but carrying the unmistakable weight of command. “And the blade.” Ivy smirked, though her grip on her dagger didn’t loosen. “Not a chance.” Kael’s lips twitched, as if he found her response amusing. “You’re trespassing in my territory. Stealing from my pack. This isn’t a negotiation.” “Good,” Ivy shot back. “Because I don’t negotiate.” The corner of his mouth curved slightly, a flicker of something like approval crossing his face. “You’ve got nerve. But nerve won’t save you.” “It’s gotten me this far.” Ivy shifted her weight, preparing to run. The riverbank wasn’t far—if she could reach it, she might have a chance. But Kael wasn’t alone. She could feel them now, other wolves in the shadows, their presence crackling like static in the air. She’d walked right into a trap. Kael took a step closer, his movements slow and deliberate. “Who are you protecting?” he asked, his voice quieter now but no less commanding. The question caught her off guard. Her fingers tightened on the satchel strap as she met his gaze. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.” “Don’t lie to me.” His silver eyes seemed to cut through her. “A lone rogue doesn’t risk this close to Blackthorn borders for scraps.” “Think what you want,” Ivy said, forcing her voice to stay steady. “But you’re wasting your time.” Kael tilted his head, studying her with an intensity that made her skin prickle. “Run,” he said softly, “and I’ll catch you. Fight, and you’ll lose. But if you come with me, maybe we can work something out.” The growl of another wolf rumbled from the shadows, low and menacing. Ivy’s pulse quickened, but she didn’t move. She could sense them now—three, maybe four, waiting for Kael’s signal. One wrong move, and they’d tear her apart. “You don’t leave people much of a choice, do you?” she said. Kael’s expression didn’t change. “You’re still alive. That’s a choice.” She hated the calm confidence in his voice, hated the way he stood there as if he already knew how this would end. But most of all, she hated that he was right. Fighting was suicide, running was impossible. Liam’s face flashed in her mind, pale and fevered, his shallow breaths echoing in her memory. If she died here, there’d be no one left to save him. With a frustrated exhale, Ivy lowered her dagger, though she didn’t sheath it. “Fine,” she said. “Lead the way, Alpha.” His eyes flicked to her blade, then back to her face. “Smart.” “This isn’t smart,” she muttered, falling into step behind him. “It’s survival.” Kael didn’t reply, but his presence was a storm waiting to break. The other wolves melted back into the shadows as he led her deeper into Blackthorn territory. Ivy’s mind raced. Every step she took brought her closer to danger, closer to whatever Kael had planned. But whatever this was, she wouldn’t go quietly. Because Ivy Storm wasn’t just a rogue. She was a fighter. And Kael Blackthorn was about to learn just how dangerous she could be.

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