Bleeding for the Page: The Making of The Alpha’s Destiny

People see the finished book—the polished cover, the clean pages, the enticing blurb, and they think it must have come together like magic.

It didn’t.

It came together like war.

Writing The Alpha’s Destiny was not a neat, candle-lit process with tea steaming beside me. It was a mess of midnight scribbles on crumpled paper, rewrites that gutted entire chapters, and moments where I stared at the blinking cursor until my chest hurt. I tore through scenes like I was chasing something wild through the woods…. and half the time, it was chasing me back.

I had to learn the characters like they were real people, and sometimes they seem like they are. I learned that characters don’t always do what you tell them. Freya didn’t just follow the plot—she ripped it out of my hands and rewrote her own fate. Vykara whispered in my ear at three in the morning. Felix? He crashed into the story like a storm and refuse to leave.

And then there was Jackson…. and the scene that broke me. I had to walk away for a couple weeks after writing it, because it wasn’t just his loss on the page. It was mine, too.

Every word cost me something—time with my kids, time I could have slept, pieces of my sanity, and scraps of myself I may never get back. But I bled for this book because I believe in it.

Because The Alpha’s Destiny isn’t just a story. It’s the beast I’ve been raising in the dark for the past year. And now, it’s finally ready to run.