Born to be gentle and forced to be hard, Kallista is the daughter of a betrayed Alpha and the sole survivor of a massacre meant to erase her bloodline. Silent, unshakable, and feared, she leads a growing rogue pack of outcasts who trust her with their lives. Every strike she lands and every strategy she devises proves that pain did not break her. Yet her wolf—locked away by trauma before she could ever shift—waits silently inside her, a force she cannot yet command,along to powers hidden to the world and to her.

In a world ruled by structured packs, rigid law, and merciless hierarchy, rogues are considered threats to be eliminated. When Laksas, an Alpha sworn to uphold order and eradicate rogue dangers, enters her territory, he expects chaos, weakness, and fear. He finds none. Instead, he meets a woman whose strength rivals any wolf who has ever walked the lands, whose mind is sharper than any blade, and whose defiance challenges everything he believes.

Slowly, and without grand declarations, respect turns into something far more dangerous. Kallista resists him, knowing love is a vulnerability she cannot afford. Her wolf remains dormant, its awakening bound to fate and timing even she does not understand.

Her defiance reaches its peak when she boldly demands land for her rogue pack—unapologetic, fearless, and unwilling to bow. The Alpha world is shaken. Whispers spread. Respect turns to obsession. As rival packs, politics, and betrayal close in, Kallista is forced to make choices that will either secure her people’s survival or destroy everything she has built.

When her wolf finally awakens, it is not in safety or romance—but in the heat of battle, defending her pack and claiming what was always hers as a devastating sabotage brings buried truths to light.

The revelation shatters her world: the architects of her family’s massacre are the parents of the man who offers her love. More secrets unfold,not just her parents killing but secret powers she Only gets to find out about late. Only then does Laksas understand the true scale of her power—and the price he must pay to stand beside her.

Unbroken. Unyielding. Queen of the rogue wolves.

Kallista believes no one will ever bend her will.

But the Moon Goddess has other plans.

With betrayal from someone she trusts and the weight of destiny pressing down upon them both, Kallista and Laksas are tested—where power, truth, and love collide, and only one path leads to survival.

Chapter One – The Rogue Queen

Kalissa’s POV

The forest warned me before my scouts did.

Birds fled first. Then the wind shifted, hushed spreading fear,carrying the stench of blood—metallic, foreign, arrogant, organized. A hunting pack. Not strays. Not lost wolves.

Executioners.

I straightened where I stood, fingers flexing at my sides. The night felt wrong, stretched thin like skin before it split. Whoever was coming believed they could erase us. I felt it with the way the earth shook under my fingers. They really thought this would be a victory for them.

They always did.

“Queen,” Ryn said as he reached me, breath sharp, eyes bright with battle-readiness. “East ridge. Thirty-six. Alpha-led. They’re flying execution banners.”

My jaw tightened. “They crossed the boundary knowing exactly what they were doing.”

“Yes.”

Good. Fear tasted better when it was deserved.

I turned, letting my gaze sweep across the clearing where my men waited—men and women who had been hunted, discarded, broken elsewhere. They did not fidget. They did not speak. They waited.

“They want rogues?” I said calmly. “Then they’ll choke on us.”

Ryn grinned, feral. “Orders?”

I lifted my hand once. Silence snapped into place.

“Squad One and Two—ridge and treeline. Break their formation before they settle.”

“Squad Three—circle wide, push them toward the creek.”

“No one fights alone. No one gets reckless.” My eyes hardened. “And no one disobeys me.”

A ripple of assent moved through them. Not words. Trust.

I didn’t shift. I never did.

Let them come believing I was weaker for it.

The first howl split the air moments later—loud, aggressive, announcing dominance. I stepped forward before anyone else could.

“Positions,” I said quietly but surely through the mind link.

Then the forest exploded.

They came fast, claws out, wolves surging from the dark like a tide. The ground shook under their charge. I ran straight into it.

A wolf lunged for my throat. I ducked, slammed my forearm into his jaw, felt bone crack. Another tried to flank—too slow. I caught his wrist, twisted, drove him face-first into the dirt.

“Left!” I barked through the link. “Now!”

Steel met flesh. Teeth tore fur. Blood sprayed warm across my cheek. The smell was overwhelming—iron, sweat, fear. I thrived in it.

They were strong. But they weren’t disciplined.

Their Alpha roared orders that came too late. I thrived in their growing fear. My rogues moved before commands were finished. We cut tendons. Crushed windpipes. Disabled instead of wasted energy killing when it wasn’t necessary.

A wolf tried to overpower Ryn from behind. I saw it before he did.

“Down.”

Ryn dropped instantly. I vaulted over him, drove my knee into the attacker’s spine, then twisted his head until his neck gave out with a wet snap.

The pack faltered.

Good.

I let my voice carry, cold and absolute. “You came to make an example of us.”

Their Alpha locked eyes with me, shock flickering through his rage. “You don't have a wolf..,” he snarled.

I smiled without warmth. “And you’re about to die,any other obvious facts?”

He charged.

I met him head-on.

We collided hard enough to rattle bone. He was bigger, heavier—but predictable. I let him think he had me, let his grip tighten, then drove my fingers into the soft hollow beneath his jaw. His roar cut off into a gurgle.

I leaned close, voice low. “This is what you crossed the line for.”

I shoved him away. He fell. He didn’t rise.

Around us, the fight ended quickly after that. Bodies hit the ground. Whimpers replaced snarls. Thirty-six came.

One remained.

He was young. Barely past the first shift. Knees shaking, I could smell his fear before I saw it in his eyes. It was palpable,I could almost taste it. Blood coated his fur. Ryn stalked toward him, blade already lifting.

“Stop,” I said.

Everything froze.

I approached the last wolf slowly, boots sinking into churned earth. He smelled of terror now—pure, overwhelming.

“Look at me,” I ordered.

He did.

“You will go back,” I said evenly. “You will tell them exactly what you saw.”

My gaze bored into him. “Tell them the rogues are not prey. Tell them there is a queen here who kills without mercy—but chooses when to stop.”

I leaned closer, my voice dropping to a whisper meant only for him.

“And tell them next time, I won’t.”

He ran.

I let him.

Fear spreads faster than blood.

*****

Later, alone, the silence was louder than the battle had been.

I stood in my washroom, sleeves rolled, water running red before it cleared. My hands shook—not from exhaustion, but from memory. I could still smell blood and the earthy smell of the forest.

This had looked too much like another night. Flashes…..

Only that time it was fire. Screams. My father’s roar cut short. My mother dragged away,while I watched from a corner.

Execution banners flying while my pack burned.

I gripped the sink hard as the feeling of uselessness fought to drown me again

No. Not tonight.

I lifted my head, met my reflection—blood gone, eyes still sharp.

They would remember this night.

And soon, so would the world.