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The Alpha’s Fatal Devotion

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Lena Vale has spent twenty-two years believing she is ordinary. No wolf. No powerful family. Nothing about her worth a second look. Raised by her aunt Amira after her parents died when she was a baby, Lena knows almost nothing about where she came from. The only piece of her past she has ever had is a small silver pendant Amira told her belonged to her mother—and one Lena has never been allowed to take off.

The story opens at the funeral of Elias Rowan, a former Alpha Council member Lena barely knew. As the funeral begins, Lena notices that Amira is distracted, repeatedly watching the tree line instead of the ceremony. Then Elias’s coffin opens, and the dead man rises with black, empty eyes. Chaos erupts through the cemetery. When Lena instinctively touches his hand, she is hit by a strange vision: a burning house, a woman running with a baby, a black wolf standing in the flames, and a desperate voice demanding that someone find a child who “can’t have survived.”

Before Lena can understand what she has seen, Elias’s body transforms into a wolf.

Adrian Blackthorne, Alpha of the powerful Blackthorne Pack, kills the creature and saves Lena. But the moment his wolf sees her, it recognizes something Adrian cannot explain.

Mate.

Adrian has no idea why his wolf would choose an apparently ordinary woman, especially one wearing a symbol he has not seen since he was fourteen, when his father showed him an old photograph bearing the same symbol and ordered him to forget it ever existed.

Before Lena can make sense of anything that happened, Amira disappears.

Lena finds her aunt’s car abandoned at the cemetery, her belongings still inside. Beneath the driver’s seat is an envelope addressed to Lena in Amira’s handwriting. Inside is a warning:

Don’t trust the Blackthorns.

That single sentence changes everything. Lena doesn’t know whether Amira meant Adrian, his father, or the Blackthorne family as a whole. She only knows that the woman who raised her spent twenty-two years keeping secrets from her—and that the man who just saved her life belongs to the family Amira feared.

Adrian tries to keep his distance, but his instincts refuse to let him ignore Lena’s situation. When he investigates her home, his wolf detects an old supernatural scent hidden beneath the ordinary smells of the house. Someone who wasn’t human has been inside before, possibly watching Lena for days. There are no obvious signs of a struggle, leaving Adrian with a more disturbing possibility: whoever entered wasn’t there to attack her.

When Lena later discovers signs that someone may still be watching the house, she calls Adrian. He takes her to a private guest house on Blackthorne land for her protection, where his Gamma, Marcus Hale, arrives with a discovery from his late father’s personal records.

One word appears repeatedly throughout the old documents:

Valerian.

Marcus’s father served the Blackthorne family during the era of an old m******e and recorded fragments of a history that was never made official. The Valerians were an ancient bloodline believed to have been wiped out twenty-two years earlier, although rumors persisted that someone survived.

The symbol in the records matches the pendant around Lena’s neck.

As Adrian and Lena begin searching for answers, their relationship changes alongside the investigation. What begins as suspicion and reluctant protection slowly becomes trust. Lena is drawn to the rare honesty Adrian shows her, especially when he admits that he doesn’t fully trust his own family and refuses to demand that she trust them either. Adrian, accustomed to controlling every situation before it becomes dangerous, finds himself struggling with a bond he never expected and feelings for Lena that become increasingly difficult to separate from his instinct to protect her.

Meanwhile, Amira remains missing, and Lena begins remembering pieces of her childhood that once seemed insignificant. Her aunt had always become tense whenever Lena asked about the pendant. She had warned Lena that some families “don’t forgive what they lose.” Adrian later realizes his own father once used almost identical language when speaking about enemies.

Then the danger becomes personal.

An unknown number begins contacting Lena. The calls leave no message, but eventually a text arrives:

You should have left the pendant behind.

Adrian increases security around Lena, even when doing so puts him at odds with his own father. As surveillance around the Blackthorne territory intensifies, Adrian begins to suspect that whoever is hunting Lena has connections far closer to him than either of them realized.

The truth eventually emerges in pieces.

Lena is the last surviving heir of the Valerian bloodline.

The wolf she believed she never had was deliberately suppressed when she was a child. Amira was involved in making that decision, working with people who helped her disappear with baby Lena after the Valerian m******e. She did not suppress Lena’s w

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Chapter1
Lena The cemetery smelled of wet earth and flowers. The rain had stopped before we arrived, but water still dripped from the trees, and the path between the graves had turned into mud. I looked down at my shoes. Ruined. My aunt had insisted I wear them. “They’re appropriate for a funeral,” she’d said. I should have known better than to argue with her. I stood near the back of the crowd, trying not to sink into the ground while the priest said the final prayers. I didn’t know Elias Rowan well enough to stand with his family. In fact, I barely knew him at all. When I’d asked my aunt why we were here, she’d only said, “He was important to someone I knew.” That was all. She hadn’t explained who he was to her, either. Normally, I’d have let it go. Today, something felt wrong. My aunt had barely spoken since we’d arrived. Every few minutes, she looked toward the trees. Not casually. She was watching them. I leaned closer. “Auntie?” She looked at me. “What?” “Are you expecting someone?” “No.” Too quick. I frowned. She looked away. At the cemetery entrance, two men stood beside the gate. They weren’t talking to anyone. They weren’t mourning. They were watching the road. I looked back at my aunt. She was rubbing her thumb over the side of her knuckle. She always did that when she was nervous. “Auntie.” “Stay close to me.” Her voice was low. “Why?” “Just stay close.” Before I could ask anything else, the priest stepped away from the grave. The coffin bearers moved forward. I stepped aside. The coffin passed in front of me. Then the white cloth covering it slipped. I saw Elias’s face. And the blood beneath his ear. My stomach turned. “Auntie…” She had gone completely still. The coffin shifted. Someone shouted. It hit the ground hard enough to make the lid c***k open. Then Elias Rowan sat up. I screamed. His eyes were black. Not dark brown. Not cloudy. Black. People started running. Someone shoved past me. Another person fell. The priest dropped whatever he’d been holding and ran toward the gate. I stumbled backward. The coffin tipped sideways. I tried to get out of the way. My foot sank into the mud. I reached for something to steady myself. My hand landed on Elias’s. Cold. So cold it felt wrong. Then the cemetery disappeared. Fire. A house burning. A woman running through smoke with a baby in her arms. A black wolf standing in the flames. Someone shouting. “Find the child!” Another voice screamed back. “She can’t have survived.” The woman stumbled. The baby cried. The fire swallowed everything. Then— “Run.” I gasped. The vision vanished. Elias’s fingers closed around mine. His body jerked violently. I screamed again and pulled backward. Something cracked. His skin stretched. Bones shifted beneath it. A howl tore through the cemetery. A wolf stood where the dead man had been. It was enormous. Black fur. Black eyes. Blood around its mouth. I couldn’t move. The wolf lowered its head. Then it charged. I ran. I didn’t get far. A child’s cry stopped me. I turned. A little boy was trapped beneath a fallen wooden frame near one of the graves. People were still fleeing. Nobody was coming back. The wolf was getting closer. “Come on.” I ran toward the boy. He looked up at me, crying. “Get up.” “I can’t.” I grabbed the wood. It was heavier than it looked. “Try again.” The wolf growled behind me. My hands slipped. “Come on!” The boy crawled free. I pushed him toward the path. “Run!” He ran. I turned. The wolf lunged. Something black crashed into it from the side. The impact sent both wolves rolling across the wet ground. I backed away. The second wolf was larger. Faster. It pinned the first one down. There was a flash of teeth. A violent struggle. Then silence. The black wolf stood over the body. For a moment, it didn’t move. Then it shifted. I forgot how to breathe. A man stood where the wolf had been. He was tall, broad-shouldered, and covered in mud. His shirt was torn, and blood ran from a cut near his temple. He looked at the dead wolf first. Then at me. His expression changed. He walked toward me. “Are you hurt?” I shook my head. He stopped a few feet away. “Are you sure?” “Yes.” My voice came out smaller than I wanted. His eyes moved over me, checking for injuries. Then he looked toward the path where the boy had disappeared. “Did it touch you?” “No.” He nodded once. I should have been terrified of him. A man who could turn into a wolf had just killed another wolf in front of me. Instead, I couldn’t stop staring. Maybe because he was the first person who had stopped to make sure I was okay. Maybe because there was something about him that felt strangely familiar. His eyes dropped to my neck. He froze. I followed his gaze. My pendant. His expression changed. “What is that?” I touched the small silver pendant. “My aunt gave it to me.” “Where did she get it?” “I don’t know.” He stared at it. For the first time since he’d approached me, he looked genuinely unsettled. “What?” He looked up. “Nothing.” “That wasn’t a nothing face.” His eyes narrowed slightly. “A what?” “A nothing face.” He stared at me. I stared back. For some reason, that almost made me laugh. Almost. Then shouting came from behind us. People were returning to the cemetery now. The man looked toward them. “We need to leave.” “I can’t.” “Why?” “My aunt.” His attention returned to me. “She was here?” “Yes. I can’t find her.” He glanced toward the crowd. “What does she look like?” “Short. Dark hair. She was wearing a black dress.” He looked toward the cemetery entrance. “What’s her name?” “Amira.” He nodded, taking in the information. Then his eyes returned to me. “And you?” I frowned. “What?” “Your name.” “Lena.” He went still. “Lena.” Something changed in his expression. Not surprise exactly. Something deeper. The way he said my name made the back of my neck prickle, as if the name meant something to him that it had never meant to me. He stared at me for another second. Then he looked away. I had no idea what had just happened. It didn’t feel like it had anything to do with the pendant. It felt like it was me.

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