Riven

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Riven Blackmoor wasn’t a man. Not really. He was a force—wild, brutal, and carved from shadow. Alpha of the Shadowfang pack, he ruled the northern territories with iron will and ruthless silence. His body bore the proof of countless battles—clawed-up skin, long-healed burns, a savage mark trailing down his throat where his own brother once tried to slit it open. He survived. They didn’t. Riven didn’t take guests. He didn’t host. He didn’t talk, unless it was to issue orders—or threats. And he never, ever allowed women under his roof. Not after her. So when she stepped into his mansion, shaking snow from her long dark coat, Riven knew something was off. She wasn’t supposed to come. "My daughter will stay with you for a few nights," the message had said. From Hector Valeska, his most profitable—if irritating—ally. Hector knew Riven owed him a favor. And he was calling it in. Riven had expected someone timid. Obedient. Instead, he got her.

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Published Oct 5, 2026