Paschalinelily

A literal ‘red flag’ in a world that sees her as a threat.

Excerpt:
“You shouldn’t be here,” Zenon growled, his voice low, eyes dark with conflict as he leaned away.

Elira looked up at him, lips parted and swollen. “Then why did you kiss me?”

“I couldn’t resist you.” His arms tightened around her waist instead of letting go.

“Then don’t,” she said, without breaking the gaze.

“Remember, you asked for it.” Zenon’s eyes darkened with desire as his lips found the perfect spot on her neck.
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Elira Shaw was never meant to shine.

Born an omega to a once-respected Beta bloodline, she’s lived as a ghost in her uncle's home, the acting Beta of the Ashfang Pack. 

After her parents' mysterious deaths when she was thirteen, Elira became little more than a servant to her aunt and cousin, Regina, the flawless Luna-to-be, groomed to marry one of the Alpha's sons.
 
With no rank, no power, and no name worth remembering, Elira has long accepted her fate.

But her fate transforms on her 18th birthday — the night of the grand mating ceremony.

Not one, but the wolves of all three of Alpha Cyprus Ashford’s sons recognize her as their mate.

The pack erupts into chaos. Regina's engagement plans crumble in fury. And Elira, the despised orphan, is suddenly the most important wolf alive.

A Mate To Three Alpha Heirs

My heart had been pounding since dawn.

At breakfast, the food sat untouched before me, the steam curling in faint spirals I barely noticed. But finally, I forced myself to eat a little. I need the strength, I reminded myself, though every swallow felt like pushing down pebbles.

Alpha Cyprus's warm gaze rested on me. "Good luck, Elira," he said, his tone calm yet confident, as though he truly believed in me.

I tried to mirror that confidence. "Thank you, Alpha," I whispered, managing a faint smile.

Beside him, Lennon and Rennon added softly, "You'll do great," and "Just focus, Elira—you've prepared well."

Their words wove around my frayed nerves like gentle threads, holding me together.

Then, Luna Gwenith's voice cut through, sharp as frost. "Wishing luck on failed people is pointless," she snorted. "A failure will always remain one."

Wrecked Nerves