The Carpathian Prophecy Of Alpha's Love
What if saving the pack and mankind meant destroying the one you love most?
On a brink of collapse, Elara, a fiercely independent chosen one, and Lerder, a stoic yet passionate shapeshifter alpha, are bound by love and a prophecy that could tear them apart. When a brutal betrayal forces them to flee into the treacherous Carpathian Mountains, they uncover secrets that threaten not only their fragile alliance but the fate of all.
Pursued by ruthless enemies and haunted by the prophecy’s cruel demands, Elara must make an impossible choice: her love for Lerder or the salvation of everything she’s ever known. With ancient magic, forbidden desires, and the weight of destiny closing in, can they rewrite fate—or are some sacrifices too great
Perfect for fans of slow-burn romances, gripping action, an epic tale of passion, betrayal, redemption, and the unbreakable power of love.
Dive into a world where every choice cuts deeper, every love burns brighter, and every moment could be their last.
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Chapter: 90 – HEART OF THE FISSURE“Even in darkness, hearts can guide the way.”Moonlight wove silver through the birch branches outside the sanctuary. A hush fell as if the forest itself held its breath. Within that soft glow, Lyra stood at the edge of the Grove of Echoing Hearts—a sacred place rumored to touch the destiny of both beasts and humans.She closed her eyes, feeling the pulse of the earth underfoot. With her, carried steps heavy in history, was Maren, her newfound comrade in secrets and shadow.Lyra sensed more than the runic hum in the air—she felt a presence, drawn by the moon, by longing.From between two birches, Alden, a wolf-shifter scout with warm amber eyes and a rugged grace, emerged. His cloak hung relaxed, runes softly pulsing. His presence was light and sure.Lyra's breath caught. Alden, whose silent loyalty shielded scandals and shadows both. She met his gaze, surprised by the tenderness there.Alden (softly): “I felt your path led here… I came to walk it with you.”Her throat tightened with
Last Updated: 2025-08-21
Chapter: 89 – LYRA IN THE SHADOWS “In the silent places, the true guardians stand watch.”The flicker of torchlight did not reach this far beneath the Heart Fang. Stone corridors wound downward, their arches etched with centuries-old glyphs. Every footstep echoed as if the earth itself was listening.Lyra descended worn steps—cloak drawn tight, dagger sheathed at her side. Her breath stirred motes of ancient dust. Her fingertips brushed the carved surfaces—maps of deep magic etched into living rock.She paused at a fork. A faint humming pulse—Runic Resonance—guided her left.She entered a narrow chamber, its walls lined with twin rune mirrors—etched arcane circles set across from each other. In the shard between them glowed a symbol: the mirrored treaty seal—runic unity, inverted like a shadow.Lyra (whisper): “Promise kept… promise kept…”Lighting her fingertip rune, she reached out. The runes pulsed back, as if alive with memory.A sudden crack: lightning-flare magic shot through a hidden fissure in the ceiling—anci
Last Updated: 2025-08-19
Chapter: 88 – THREADS OF TOMORROW “The future is not found—it is woven from the choices we make today.”Sunlight streamed through the forge’s open arch, illuminating hammered steel and runic smoke. Lerder and Rhys consulted over treaty-forged swords, sparks dancing in the air.Hannah, wrapped in her treaty cloak, stepped inside. Her attention fell on the blades—symbols of protection, not aggression.Hannah (soft): “Each sword holds peace within its runes.”She watched as Rhys lifted one, torch light catching strong lines.Rhys: “We sharpened them tonight—for unity’s defense, not war.”Lerder chuckled, placing an approving hand on Hannah’s shoulder.Lerder: “Your words hold the same steel.”Behind thick wooden doors within the Great Hall, Riverfolk elders—Marisol, Eamon, Yvette—were seated across from Bear Ambassador Veran, wolf-warden Talia, and three Mountain Clan delegates—Runa, Jarek, and Soril.At the center—Hannah, rising from her seat with calm authority.Hannah: “Yesterday, we foiled chaos’s design. But now we
Last Updated: 2025-08-19
Chapter: 87 – BENEATH THE UNENDING SKY“Ties that span the seasons are woven by choice every dawn.”Snow-capped ridges painted the horizon in hues of rose. Under this frozen beauty, Hannah and her small escort—Lyra, Talia, Rhys, and Veran (the Bear Clan knight)—neared the mouth of Windmere Pass.Hannah grasped reins with determination. She wore her treaty cloak and carried the same lantern used the previous night—gentle light against the vast cold. Behind her, banners from each guardian group fluttered, carried by bear and wolf allies.Hannah (quiet): “This is more than a mission—it’s a message. We ride as one.”Lyra settled beside her, silent sentinel. Snow shifted beneath their hooves. Ahead, an icy breeze whispered of vigilant eyes.They reached a forgotten shrine embedded in the pass—stone walls etched with ancient carvings of beasts and wards. Moss struggled through the ice. Torches were lit, illuminating dormant power rifts in the carvings.Talia dismounted.Talia: “This shrine once sealed the east winds—they say it
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Chapter: 86 – THE SEASON OF NEW GUARDIANS “When trust is woven through generations, it becomes the very cloth of unity.”Snow melted into spring pools around the Boundary Marker. Lanterns still glimmered faintly at dawn—remnants of last night’s vigil.Hannah, now nineteen and tall as her father, stepped forward. She wore a cloak handcrafted by Eluna, its fabric bright with woven runes and whispers of protection. Around her gathered dozens of newly minted Guardians—wolves with iron-edged gauntlets, humans in rune-inscribed leather, bears in layered protections.A hush fell.Children perched on scarves of their cloaks and stones beneath the marker. Tribune diplomats and anonymous pilgrims, scholars and traders, all watched from the circle’s rim.Hannah drew a breath and lifted her voice—steady, clear:“We are the guardians of this sanctuary. Fifteen years ago, our parents forged a unity burned into every stone and heart. Our duty now is to honor it—through vigilance, compassion, and light.”Heads bowed, voices echoed:“For unit
Last Updated: 2025-08-14
Chapter: 85 – DAWN OF LEGACY“In the light of dawn, we do not forget the night that brought us here.”Morning arrived at the sanctuary as a promise. Lanterns remained aglow overnight, their light warm in the frozen puddles. The marker on the border glowed with white-blue light—magic lines combined, never disappointing.At the foot of the marker, Elara stood beside Lerder, Eluna, Aryn, Caius, Rhys, Maerra, Goran, and Torven, and other Bear Clan warriors. Individuals of various tribes—the Riverfolk, the Mountain clans, members of the Bear Clan, and shifters—occupied the courtyard.On this day, they would consecrate the legacy of the Treaty of Ember & Stone—forever forging unity among former enemies now bound by hope.Elara lifted her hands:“Today, we stand beneath the same sun—humans, wolves, bears, mountain clans. We stand with scars but not as enemies. We stand trusting in each other—and in the future we build.”Heads nodded. Eyes across the lit courtyard ignited with emotion.They led a silent procession to the
Last Updated: 2025-08-13
The Billionaire’s Gilded Cage
"One bride. One billionaire. One deadly secret."
Chaewon Kim has never questioned the price of being the daughter of a powerful chaebol—but nothing can prevent her from being auctioned off in a marriage of convenience to Jian Lee, Seoul's most mysterious billionaire. Merciless, genius, and heartbreaking, Jian is the man her father has waged war with for years… and now, he's her husband.
Imprisoned in a gilded cage of privilege and deception, Chaewon is compelled to play a game where every smile hides a threat, and every whispered promise might be a trap. But on her wedding night, when a strange black feather is discovered—a ominous reminder of her murdered mother's unsolved killing—Chaewon realizes she's trapped in a much more deadly game.
Secrets, lies, and desire begin when friends collide in the darkness behind mansion walls. Under a dangerous game of treachery and unlawful desire, Chaewon is faced with a decision: will she sacrifice her heart to serve the truth no matter what—or will she simply become one more stunning slave crushed beneath the weight of power.
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Chapter: CHAPTER 46 THE TWIN PHOENIXThe wind slashed down the valley like a blade. Inside the bunker, the storm’s howls made the walls vibrate, but no one moved. Not yet.Jian sat on the couch, his knuckles white around the glass vial that might save his life—or drag him into a faster death. The incomplete serum glowed faintly blue in the dim light, mocking him.Chaewon watched him from across the room, arms crossed over her chest, the decrypted file folder held tight in her grasp. Her knuckles were white, too.“I need to go back,” she said.Han looked up from his monitor, his brow furrowing. “Back where?”“The Ash Institute.”Jian’s voice was quiet. “You think there’s more?”“There is more,” Chaewon said, stepping forward. “This file—” she held up the folder, shaking slightly, “—it’s labeled C-Alpha-Zero. That’s Euna’s genetic line. But it says Primary Sequence. That means there’s a secondary.”“You think… another child?” Han asked.“Not just think,” Chaewon said, flipping to the back page and throwing
Last Updated: 2025-06-16
Chapter: CHAPTER 45THE CHOICEThe wind howled across the mountain ridge line, battling the reinforced windows of the safehouse. Inside, the fire cracked in the hearth, casting orange light over Jian’s pale face.He was unconscious. His breathing was shallow. The bandages wrapped around his ribs were soaked through—again.Chaewon knelt beside him on the floor, pressing down with trembling hands, trying to slow the bleeding that refused to stop. Her jaw clenched, her vision blurred. She didn’t notice she was crying until her tears hit the sheets.“Don’t die,” she whispered. “Not now. Not after everything.”Euna sat nearby, silent. Watching. Not afraid, not confused. Just… still, almost too still. Like she’d seen it all before. Like she’d been trained to survive it.Hours passed. Han came and went, reinforcing doors, checking monitors, loading weapons. The fire crackled lower, the power flickered once. Then again, and still, Jian did not wake.Chaewon sat with her head resting against his chest, counting e
Last Updated: 2025-06-15
Chapter: CHAPTER 44BLOOD MOONThe moon loomed, vast and crimson, its light a bleeding stain across the fractured walls of the Phoenix Citadel. It felt like the sky itself had opened to watch them fall or rise—for the blood moon always demanded one thingChaewon sat on the stone balcony in her silk robe. She had applied special oils to her hair, and her hand throbbed from the Trial of Flame. She smelled of incense on her skin, but there was something under that.Behind her, Jian leaned against the doorway. No longer the cold tycoon, no longer a clone’s shadow—tonight he was just a man, watching the only woman he’d ever bled to breathe in silence.“You haven’t said a word since the ceremony,” he said quietly.Her voice, when it came, was like smoke. “They made me a queen with a knife to my throat. That’s not power. That’s possession.”He stepped forward. “You walked into fire and they bowed. They didn’t choose you because they had to.”“No,” she said. “They chose me because they fear me.”“And maybe,” he
Last Updated: 2025-06-14
Chapter: CHAPTER 43THE FINAL RITUAL“Blood may choose the crown, but only sacrifice earns the throne.”The wind that swept across the mountain temple was cold and dry, laced with ash and history. It howled through the black pines like the voices of ancestors long buried, whispering oaths that had once crowned kings—and silenced traitors.The temple stood atop a jagged cliff carved from obsidian, overlooking nothing but a sheer drop into mist and rock. Its white stone columns were cracked, stained with fire and blood, yet they stood tall—unchanging, like the Circle’s laws.And tonight, for the first time in a century, the Circle had summoned the heiress to stand trial.Not as a child of privilege.Not as a pawn.But as a woman who had dared to rewrite the bloodline.To claim power, and love.To choose both.Chaewon stepped into the sacred chamber in ceremonial black. Her dress shimmered with strands of woven silver like lightning frozen into silk, clinging to her skin as though it, too, feared what waite
Last Updated: 2025-06-13
Chapter: CHAPTER 42ASHES TO ASHESThe air tasted like storm and memory.Chaewon stood at the edge of the roof, the envelope still clutched in her hand, the ultrasound print fluttering in the wind. Below, the city blinked beneath the darkening sky — unaware that gods were still fighting above them.The coordinates in the envelope led to one thing: The lab. The last living extension of Project Ash.Jian joined her, quiet. Watching. “You’re shaking,” he said.“I’m not cold.”“You’re angry.” He voiced.Chaewon acknowledged. “I’m everything.”He studied the image in her hands. “That’s not her child.”“No. It’s a threat.” She turned to him, jaw clenched. “If she’s grown bold enough to taunt me with fake blood, it means she thinks I won’t act.”“Will you?” He asked.Chaewon’s eyes lit like embers. “I’ll burn her world down to the marrow.”They left that night. No entourage. No politics. Just the two of them — back where it began. Shadow to shadow. Fury to flame.The entrance to the lab was buried beneath a vin
Last Updated: 2025-06-10
Chapter: CHAPTER 41BLOODLINES AND BETRAYALChaewon sat in the velvet chair beside the rain-streaked window, eyes unfocused as the screen in front of her played the press conference again. “I’m carrying Jian Lee’s child. And I plan to raise it as the last heir to the Phoenix Circle.”Seraphina’s voice—soft, calculated, immaculate—rang like a bell across every device in Asia.The press gasped.The investors stirred.And Jian…He was silent. The only sound in the room was Chaewon’s breathing—sharp, uneven.She replayed it again.Then again.And again.Until Jian finally reached out and closed the screen. “She’s lying,” he said.“I know.” Chaewon stood, wrapping the robe tighter around her body like armor. “She’s also convincing.”“She took a vial from the ruins,” Jian added. “The one coded with my clone’s neural base. That’s what she’s building her story around.”“A child that isn’t real,” Chaewon whispered.“It *is* real now,” he replied. “Because she’s made the world believe it.”She turned to face him f
Last Updated: 2025-06-09
Rejected By The Alpha, Desired By The King
“He rejected me in front of the entire pack… because she stole my scent.”
Nobody wants a rejected Omega.
Ayla Riverwinddoesn’t care anymore. She's done waiting for fate. As Northmoon Pack’s healer, she’s content in the shadows—until the day her world burns.
Her best friend, ‘Cassia’, uses forbidden scentbinding magic to steal Ayla’s identity and claim her mate—high-ranking Alpha ‘Darius’—as her own. Publicly rejected, shackled in silver, and tortured with wolfsbane, Ayla is cast into a dungeon and marked feral. The rejection was meant to break her.
Instead, it awakens something ancient inside her. When she escapes into the Outlands, Ayla meets ‘Rylan Stormblade’—a rogue healer with secrets carved into his skin and knowledge of a lost ritual that may restore her scent... or kill her.
But Ayla’s scent is no longer just hers. It burns through the bond realm, ripping through the senses of one wolf in particular—’Kael Valerius’, the Alpha King. His wolf goes feral when her scent touches the wind, but he already has a Luna.
Now hunted by Alphas who want her dead, claimed by a King she doesn’t trust, and stalked by a prophecy that says “the next Luna will break the throne or bless it”, Ayla must rise—not as someone’s mate…but as the Luna they tried to erase.
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Chapter: 8: FIRE BENEATH THE SKIN"I don't want to do this," I said flatly."Too bad," replied Rylan.He crouched in front of me bare-chested, sleeves pushed to his elbows and his dark skin softly shimmering in the firelight. Between us was a black stone bowl containing water, mashed leaves of moonvine, and a single drop of my blood.I sat facing them, arms folded.This ritual is illegal in all territories," I told him. "Bond magic is sacred. You interfere with it, you undo it.He didn't lift his head. "This doesn't violate anything. It reveals. If your bond was severed completely, nothing will happen.""And if it weren't?""Then your wolf will not be able to lie."I swallowed hard."Last chance to change your mind," he said.I should have.But instead, I whispered, "Do it.".He lit the herbs with a match, and the bowl sent up a violet flame that sizzled.Smoke curled upward in a lazy spiral.Rylan then leaned out and gently placed two fingers on my pulse."Calm down."His fingers were warm.Not possessive—clinical.Bu
Last Updated: 2025-06-22
Chapter: 7: THE ESCAPE‘The chains were hot. Then cold. Then… gone.’They fell away like mist, metal turning to dust as I sat up in the dark, gasping. The silver had burned into my wrists — but the wounds were already healing. Too fast—My wolf was active again, and she wasn’t silent anymore.I didn’t need telling twice. I stood, dizzy but steady, and pressed my palm against the rusted cell door, it creaked open before I touched it. I blinked, someone had unlocked it. I stepped into the corridor.Silence, no guards, no footsteps. Just the heavy smell of damp stone and something sharper beneath it, blood. I moved through the tunnel on bare feet, heart hammering, tracking the scent. It wasn’t fresh — older, sour like a warning.The stairwell loomed ahead, lit by a single guttering torch.I was halfway up when I saw him. Jarek, one of the younger warriors. Not high-ranked, not trusted but kind. He stood at the top, breathing hard, holding a ring of keys slick with sweat.His eyes widened when he saw me free. “Yo
Last Updated: 2025-06-14
Chapter: 6: THE SCENT THAT SHOULDN'T BEThe door to the vault hissed as I turned the rune key—my mother’s old one, burned into wolfbone and hidden beneath the floor for years.It clicked once, then again and opened.The vault was cold and dark, lined with iron drawers and oaken shelves stacked to the ceiling. The air reeked of lunar herbs, dried bloodroot, and dust older than me. I held my breath as I stepped inside, closing the door behind me. No one was allowed in this room alone—not even ranked healers.But I wasn’t just hunting medicine tonight. I was hunting proof. I moved quickly, my fingers ghosted across labeled bottles, jars, and sealed satchels. I ignored the usual ingredients—healing blends, poultices, sedatives. What I needed was rarer and more dangerous:Moonvine powder.Ashroot oil.A binding catalyst.My hand stopped on a row of velvet-lined vials. Three were full, one was half-empty. Its seal was cracked, the stopper glistened wet. I lifted it to my nose, it was:Lavender.Moonflower.My scent.Not all of it
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Chapter: 5: THE ALPHA KING ARRIVESThe council courtyard had been swept clean, the torches lit and dressed in crimson banners. I stood behind the lower medic line, blending into the sea of Beta ranks, trying not to be noticed.The sky churned gray over the trees. He arrived like thunder.No horns. No announcement. Just the sharp clatter of hooves and paws on stone, then sudden silence as six massive wolves—guards—stalked through the gate.And behind them: Kael, the Alpha King. He didn’t walk, he moved like the air parted for him. Black leather, gold trim, shoulders like carved stone beneath a travel-worn cloak. His jaw was dusted with dark stubble, hair tousled by wind, eyes the color of molten amber set under thick brows.His wolf shadowed him. You could feel it—raw, untamed, pressing against the edge of his skin like a beast barely contained. Everyone bowed low, I didn’t. Not because I was bold—because my body wouldn’t move.My wolf stirred inside me for the first time in days. Not in warning but in recognition.Kael
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Chapter: 4: THE ASH LEFT BEHINDI woke up choking on smoke.No fire. Just the aftertaste of something scorched—burned wood, fur, and air gone bitter with magic.I sat up fast. My fingers glowed. Faint, silver markings crawled across the backs of my hands, curling over my knuckles in tiny loops and teeth like lines. I didn’t recognize the script, but I knew what it meant.Moon-blessed, and moon-marked wolves were rarely left alive. 0My heartbeat thundered.I looked around. I was alone in the cot behind the healer ward. My cloak was still damp with dew from the forest. My boots were muddy. The smell of the spring clung to my skin like vapor.And beneath that—ash. I scrubbed my hands raw in the basin until the silver faded, blinking back panic.I caught my reflection in the water. The same hollow eyes. But something behind them had changed. Not healed. Not angry. Awaken.The healer ward was already full by the time I walked in. Warriors bled onto bandages. Apprentices shouted for tinctures. Someone howled as his should
Last Updated: 2025-06-14
Chapter: 3: BROKEN YET BREATHINGThe scent of antiseptic and blood was thicker than ever.I shoved open the door to the healer’s ward with more force than I meant to. The wooden frame cracked against the stone wall with a bang. Nobody looked up.Because nobody cared. That was the way it worked for healers. We were invisible unless someone was bleeding. And even then—if you were an Omega, you were the last one thanked and the first one blamed.I walked to the table in the corner, dropping my pack with a grunt. My muscles shook as I pulled out herbs, bandages, blades. I needed work. I needed to focus. I needed something to hold on to, because if I let go, even for a second, I was going to scream, or worse—beg.And I’d rather bleed out quietly than beg.“Ayla.” Beta Larin’s voice barked from the door. “That gash on Braven’s leg reopened. Fix it before the next patrol.”I nodded once, he didn’t even say thank you. Just tossed a bloodied tunic on the floor and walked off like I was some low-rank servant. I grabbed the sti
Last Updated: 2025-06-14
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