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

The brothers led me out to the flower garden behind the house — the warm breeze teased my hair, and the petals brushed my dress as we passed.

At the far end, tucked under the shade of a wide shed woven from bamboo and ivy, a wooden table waited. My steps slowed.

It wasn't just lunch. It was a feast, just as Lennon had emphasized.

A whole turkey, glazed until it gleamed a golden hue. A whole barbecued goat, its skin roasted to perfect crispness. Plates piled high with sides — creamy potatoes, leafy greens, spiced rice.

A basket of fruits, pitchers of fresh juices catching the late sun.

"Just… for the three of us?" I asked softly, halting at the edge of the table.

Lennon's grin widened. "You're worth celebrating, Elira."

Heat rose in my cheeks, but I couldn't help glancing at the empty chair. "Zenon… is he coming to join us?"

A Welcome Feast