Paradise.
A place I’d only heard whispered about in stories too bright, too perfect, too impossible to be real.

Yet running for my life through the Forest Packs dragged me straight into the arms of the one place I never believed existed: Novaterra Pack.
The paradise of shifters.
The kingdom that rivaled human nations.
The home of the Alpha King himself.

And somehow… they accepted me.
A runaway. A branded traitor.
A boy with no pack number, no family, and a past wrapped in blood.

I told myself I was here temporarily.
Just until they figured out who I really was and tossed me to the wolves like I deserved.

But then I saw him.
The man with the red eyes.

Kastiel Novaterra.
The Alpha King who built paradise with his bare hands.
The one man I should never look at, never want, never crave.

His presence terrifies me.
His gaze burns through my lies.
And his scent makes my knees weak in ways I never believed were real.

Falling in love is the last thing I should be doing in a place that isn’t meant to be my home.
But the more I try to run from him…
the more Paradise itself pulls me in.

And Kastiel.
Kastiel never lets go of what’s his.

I looked to the corner and there was a kid standing on his own. It was Peter. Peter was one of the few kids staying in the orphan lodge. The orphan lodge wasn't necessarily for kids who were orphans but kids whose parents couldn't be with them right now. Some of them who lived there were orphans but most of them weren't. Their parents were alive and well but couldn't come to this place with their kids. And these kids didn't have relatives or pack members who offered to take care of them.


Chapter 268 - Peter