Serenity_7267

"Two Alphas. One Prophecy. A battle between an Obsessed Stalker and Fated Mate."
Cael never wanted to be alpha. He just wanted freedom, to find his mate and live a normal life. But when his father was betrayed and killed, Cael had no choice but to fight and take his place. Now trapped in endless battles to protect his business empire and pack land, which happened to be rich with the coveted moonstone, he has become cold, untrusting, and ruthless, which isolated him from his pack and friends. But when fate brings Elisa into his life, everything changes; something about her stirs all the longing he’s spent years burying to become a successful alpha. 
Elisa, an omega with a suppressed wolf, has always felt different. Hidden and overprotected by her parents, she doesn’t know that a prophecy ties her to unimaginable power. After an attempt on her life, she joins the Silverclaw Pack under Cael’s protection. With danger lurking in the shadows and an adopted sister who may or may not possess supernatural abilities, she begins to uncover truths about herself—and confusing feelings for the cold alpha that protects her. 
But Cael isn’t the only one that wants Elisa. Dante, a ruthless alpha hiding his wolf, has spent years stalking her. He knows about her powers, not just that he believes she is the one he loves, his future Luna, and will stop at nothing to claim her, even if it means tearing her away from the one man who may be her soulmate. When an unplanned pregnancy rips Cael and Eli apart, Dante steps in, offering comfort when she feels hurt and betrayed. 
Two alphas compete for her heart—only one can earn her trust. Will Cael manage to open his heart in time to save Elisa? Or will he give Dante a chance to claim her? 
Dive into a world of love, secrecy, and betrayal.

Fated To The Reluctant Alpha

Elisa stirred, a soft, satisfied sigh escaping her lips as she shifted against the warm sheets. Her body ached deliciously, every muscle humming with the aftershocks of last night's passion. A warmth curled in her chest, a quiet joy that felt almost too delicate to touch.

Her fingers traced over the marks Cael had left on her skin—faint bruises blooming like dark flowers along her shoulder and collarbone, reminders of where his mouth had claimed her. The memory of his whispered words, the way he had worshiped every inch of her, sent a shiver through her.

She stretched, expecting to feel the comforting heat of his body beside her, but her fingers met nothing but cold sheets.

Elisa frowned, her heart skipping a beat. She turned, her eyes scanning the empty space where Cael had been. No lingering warmth. No note. No explanation.

CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE