Torn Between Two Moons
Akira, a vulnerable omega, is brutally traded to the ruthless Lycan King, Kaidën, as a pawn in a game of power and loyalty. Forced into the arms of the merciless king, Akira expects a life of servitude and hardship instead she finds herself torn between two brothers: Kaidën, the powerful and dominant Lycan King, and Lyrien, his gentle and enigmatic brother.
But when Akira makes a potion to save Kaiden’s life she becomes pressured and decides to flee the pack. With Lyrien by her side, Akira flees, embarking on a perilous journey to find safety and freedom but her escape is complicated by the fact that she was carrying Kaiden’s children in her womb.
As Akira's pregnancy progresses, she begins to open up to Lyrein and gradually accept his love but things take a turn when she and her pups get abducted and the brothers team up to rescue her and the kids.
After being rescued, Akira must confront the danger that comes with loving two brothers and wielding newly found yet unimaginable power.
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Chapter: The Beast in His Eyes (chapter 95) (Akira’s POV) I felt my heart almost stop when his eyes opened. Kaidën took a sharp inhale, the sound breaking the silence like a miracle. Without thinking, I lunged forward, cradling his face in my hands, terrified he might disappear again if I let go. “You came back,” I whispered, my voice trembling and raw from all the tears. “You really—” Suddenly, he grabbed my wrist, his hold tight. His fingers were freezing, like ice. “Kai…?” He blinked once, then twice. For a fleeting moment, I saw something flicker in his gaze — it wasn’t the usual harshness or even the brief tenderness I’d seen before. This was wild. Dark. Untamed. His body quaked violently, as if something inside him was trying to break free. Panic washed over me, and I leaned in closer. “Hey, hey — just breathe. You’re okay. You’re here. With me.” He looked at me, his face contorted in confusion, then pain. “A-Akira…” His voice was off. “Something’s… wrong…” I clutched him tighter. “You’ve been out for hou
Last Updated: 2025-11-03
Chapter: Between Life and Shadow(chapter 94) (Kaidën’s POV) Darkness. Not your typical nightfall—this was different. It was dense, almost alive. It wrapped around me like smoke, murmuring things I couldn't fully grasp. My body felt weightless, as if my mind was just floating in a void where time had no meaning. I tried to move, but there was nothing beneath me, no air to fill my lungs, no heartbeat. Just silence. Then—there was a flicker. A faint, trembling light appeared in front of me. It pulsed, almost like it recognized me. I reached out toward it, but my arm wouldn’t cooperate. Every little movement sent a jolt of pain through me, as if my very soul was being ripped apart. A voice echoed in the space—deep, ancient, somewhat familiar. “You weren’t meant to survive this, Kaidën Volkov.” I froze. That voice… it wasn’t Thorne’s. It felt older. Colder. “You wielded the Moonfire without fully awakening. Foolish, yet brave.” “Who are you?” I croaked, unsure if sound even existed in this place. The light shifted, formi
Last Updated: 2025-11-01
Chapter: Blood and Moonfire(chapter 93) (Akira’s POV) The night screamed. Steel clashed against steel. Snarls mixed with war cries, filling the air with a cacophony. Each swing of my blade cut down another Hunter, yet they just kept coming. It felt like a hive; one would fall, and two would take its place. My arms screamed from exhaustion, and my lungs were on fire, but I couldn’t afford to stop. I just couldn’t. Through the haze, I spotted Kaidën — a blur of raw energy, with his sword glowing blue from the moonfire. He was chaos incarnate, shredding through our enemies like a storm. Every move he made was a mix of precision and fury. His roars echoed across the battlefield. But even he couldn’t be everywhere at once. “Left flank! They’re surrounding us!” Lyrein shouted, his voice cutting through the chaos. He twirled his blade in a perfect arc, decapitating a Hunter that lunged at him. I jumped off my horse, landing in a crouch next to a wounded soldier. The metallic scent of blood hit me hard — some human, some not
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Chapter: Before the Storm
(chapter 92) (Kaidën’s POV) The air was thick with iron and ozone, a stillness hanging in the atmosphere before the blood would flow. I sat on my horse, gazing out at the valley ahead of us. The moonlight shimmered off countless blades, and the low growl of my warriors rolled through the ranks like a living entity. Behind me, I could hear Akira’s steady breathing. Without turning, I knew she was right there — close enough that the bond between us throbbed like a taut wire. She shouldn’t have been here. Every instinct urged me to send her back. But the part of me that had long abandoned reason just… couldn't. “Your hands are shaking,” I said quietly. Her reply was sharp yet steady. “So are yours.” I turned my head slightly to catch her in my peripheral vision. She was sitting tall in her saddle, her silver hair cascading over her armor like strands of moonlight. For a brief moment, she looked every inch the warrior I always feared she would become — untouchable. “This isn’t your fight,” I sa
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Chapter: Fire in Her Veins (chapter 91) (Akira’s POV) The palace buzzed with energy—the clang of steel, the scent of sharpened iron mixed with damp stone. I slipped through the chaos like a shadow, each step pulling me away from the fragile peace of recovery and closer to the war I knew was coming. The bond throbbed softly under my skin, Kaidën’s heartbeat echoing just beneath mine. No matter how far I roamed, I could feel him—his rage, his focus, his fear. It was both comforting and infuriating. I wasn’t his to guard anymore. The armor they provided was light—black leather with silver trim, tailored to my body. When I glanced at my reflection in the mirror, I hardly recognized the woman looking back. The frail girl who once bowed her head around Kaidën was gone. In her place stood someone tougher, colder—someone who had faced death and was no longer afraid of it. “Still as stubborn as ever, I see.” Lyrein’s voice jolted me from my thoughts. He lounged casually in the doorway, one hand resting on his sword’s h
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Chapter: Bound by Blood (chapter 90) (Kaidën’s POV) The storm outside just wouldn’t let up. It slammed against the fortress walls, almost mirroring the chaos inside me. Every crack of thunder brought Akira’s pale, shaken face to mind — her eyes filled with questions I didn’t know how to answer. She was awake. She was alive. And because of me… she was bound. I stood by the window, gripping the cold stone sill so tightly my knuckles were turning white. A faint blue glow from our bond pulsed under my wrist, matching hers perfectly — a constant reminder of the line I’d crossed. Behind me, I could hear her shifting — the rustle of sheets and the quiet creak of the mattress. She was still weak, trying to hide it as usual. That was Akira for you. Always fighting, even when her body was telling her to rest. “You haven’t said a word,” she said softly, her voice still raspy. “What do you want me to say?” I replied, still facing away from her. “That you regret it. That you never meant to tie my life to yours.” I closed my
Last Updated: 2025-10-28
Twisted vows
Alessia de Luca Ramanov spent the last three years attempting to find justice for the death of her late sister, convinced that her sister's husband, Nikolai volcov, was responsible. When she loses the case, she left with nothing but her anger, a falling company and an irresponsible father threatening to hand her mother over to her enemy as a human collateral.
Forsed into a marriage she does not want with the man she despises, Alessia unknowingly sings over her company to Nikolai. Upon finding out she has been tricked, she decided to get revenge and digs deep into her sister's death but this time, she finds her self face to face with a shocking discovery- the murder of her sister was done by their father, Arturo de Luca, to hide a terrible secret of her late sister and Alessia's ex-boyfriend with betrayal vengeance growing and unexpected emotions overpowering them, Alessia and Nikolai became entangled in a twist of destiny that neither one expected.
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Chapter: Long Live the Queen
(chapt. 173) As night enveloped Milan, the city lights sparkled like a kingdom honoring its new rulers. The courthouse had cleared out hours earlier, but the weight of the world's gaze lingered, coursing through every street and flickering on every screen. Emilio’s downfall didn't just happen in a moment— it signified a global reckoning. Alessia stood atop the Volkov tower, the wind lifting her hair like a dark crown. Below, the chants still roared. Crowds filled the streets, celebrating the fall of a tyrant. Her name echoed, promising a different future. She sensed Nikolai's presence before hearing him. His warmth surrounded her—fierce, loyal, and unwavering. “It’s done,” he said softly. “No,” she corrected him, her voice firm. “Now it begins.” He joined her at the edge, his gaze piercing the jubilant crowd below. “The council’s sending someone over to finalize your position,” Nikolai informed her. “By morning, they’ll crown you as the head of the De Luca empire.” “And you?” she asked, c
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Chapter: The Fall Begins (chapt. 172) The courtroom buzzed with chaos, making the chandeliers shake. Reporters were shouting over each other, security was setting up barricades, and government officials were chatting with nervous whispers. Emilio couldn’t believe what he was seeing as he stared at Alessia, realizing he had lost grip on her. But she remained unshaken. “You built your empire over dead bodies,” Alessia said, her voice composed and striking. “Including my sister’s. And so many innocent families. And today, every one of those victims finally gets a voice.” Screens lit up the walls, revealing evidence that shocked the world. There were offshore accounts tied directly to hit contracts, smuggling routes, the names of bribed officials, unmarked graves, and confession videos from his once-loyal enforcers—now speaking out against him. Emilio’s calm facade started to crumble. “You think you’ve won, little girl?” he spat. “You’re nothing without—” Nikolai stepped in, his presence sharp and intimidating. “Withou
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Chapter: The Last Escape (chapt. 171) The night air hit us hard as we raced down Monte Carlo’s coastal highway — the dark sea raging to our right, neon lights blurring behind us. Giovanni drove like a man possessed, tires screaming against the asphalt. Up ahead, a black sedan was weaving through traffic like it was going to get away. “Our rat thinks he can swim to freedom,” Nikolai muttered, his gaze locked on Emilio’s disappearing taillights. “He’s trapped,” Yuri added, loading his rifle. “Cornered dogs bite.” I leaned in, adrenaline coursing through me like molten metal. “Let him bite. I’ll take care of his teeth.” Nikolai shot me a look — he looked hurt, worn out, but I saw that fire in his eyes matching mine. We weren’t just hunting here; we were claiming a throne, drenched in blood. Sirens wailed behind us — police closing in on the gunfire at the casino. Giovanni cursed and pressed the pedal down harder. “Once we reach the docks, they’ll hold us up,” he shouted. “We have to get Emilio before the cops do, or t
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Chapter: The Devil’s Escape Route (chapt. 170) The back corridors of the casino felt like a maze made for fleeing royalty — sterile white walls, buzzing fluorescent lights, and a faint mix of bleach and greed. Our footsteps echoed as we chased, guns drawn and breaths sharp. “Left,” Nikolai whispered, glancing at a trail of fresh blood smeared on the wall like breadcrumbs. Emilio was injured. Good — fear made him careless. We moved in sync, even with his injury slowing him down a bit. My senses were razor-sharp; every flicker, creak, and distant radio buzz shouted danger. Above us, the casino still roared with chaos — Yuri and Giovanni were buying us precious seconds by holding off reinforcements. Then, a scream pierced the corridor — a security guard fell ahead, throat slit. Not our doing. Nikolai crouched next to the dying man, studying the wound. “Professional,” he muttered. “Someone Roger-knifed him. Silent, clean.” “Someone working with Emilio,” I suggested. “No.” He rose slowly. “Someone protecting him.” We pressed on
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Chapter: Monte Carlo Moves
(chapt. 169) Monte Carlo sparkled like a well-told lie — bright lights, sleek marble, and countless smiling faces hiding something rotten underneath. The air was thick with the scent of money and perfume, almost suffocating for anyone unprepared. This was Emilio’s playground; rich enough to conceal a monster and loud enough to drown out screams. But we didn’t come to play. The black SUV rolled to a stop just outside the casino’s private entrance. Nikolai adjusted his jacket, hiding the healing wound beneath. He moved a bit slower than usual, but his cold, steel-like eyes missed nothing. “You sure you’re ready?” I asked, my hand hovering near his arm but not making contact. He hated looking fragile. He shot me a glance, lips curling into a half smile. “Ready is a luxury we’ve never had.” According to Rossi’s intel, the colonel — Emilio’s old military contact — would be inside, wrapping up an escape plan. If we could grab him quickly, we might turn his loyalties with the right kind of pressure
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Chapter: The Hunt Begins (chapt. 168 ) By the time dawn broke over the city, we already had a plan. Not the polished, ideal sort you see in movies — more like a jagged list of options held together by anger and urgency. But hey, it was ours, and that’s what mattered. The med bay was filled with the smell of antiseptic and strong coffee. Nikolai looked pale but determined, his eyes showing pain and an unusual sort of determination. The surgery team had done what they could; they had removed the bullet, but his recovery was going to take time. He wasn’t going to lie in bed like some helpless thing, so he was up bright and early, tapping away on a tablet, plotting our next move like a general who had everything on the line. I slid into the chair next to him, clutching a hot paper cup. “You sure you should be moving that arm?” He glanced at me, grinning crookedly. “You’re always telling me to stop being so dramatic. Lead by example, right?” I snorted in response. “When did I ever give you advice worth following?”
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