Nobela ni InkGoddess Nyla

Carson.The knock wasn’t gentle. Neither was the voice that followed it.“You’re still in bed?”Light tore through the curtains the moment he yanked them open, dragging my senses into the morning whether I wanted it or not.Boots clicked loudly across the marble, irritatingly sharp.“Of all days, you picked the ceremony to sleep through?”I groaned, dragging a forearm over my face. “Are you trying to kill me?”Raymond stood by the tall window, already dressed in slate and black. He always matched the palace walls—stone-like and pale. “It’s nearly noon,” he muttered. “The seers are already gathering.” A faint glint crawled through his glasses from the morning light. I dragged myself up slowly, my spine twitching. “Noon’s just the moon in reverse.”Raymond didn’t laugh. He hadn’t been born with the ability to.“What kind of Alpha sleeps this long on an important day?” he said, nagging.“The kind whose wolf hasn’t tried to tear through his skin for twenty-four hours. You’re welcome.”M

Maeve. Strength surged through me like lightning in bone, cold, sharp, alive. My back arched and a gasp ripped free.Run.The voice wasn’t mine. It pulsed wildly inside my skull. Run, Maeve. Run. Don’t stop.Before thought could catch up, my body obeyed. I lurched to my feet—bare, blood-soaked—and bolted.The forest blurred past. Wind screamed in my ears. I’d never run this fast, never moved like this. My feet pounded the earth, slipping and scraping. Thorns tore at my calves. Bark shredded my arms. But I didn’t stop.I couldn’t stop.My lungs burned. My legs bled. The voice kept screaming: Go. Go. Go.Pain chased me. Memory chased me. I ran harder.I leapt over a fallen log, crashed through brush. My toes split on stone. Ribs ached. Breath came ragged and broken. The world tilted—but still, I ran. Minutes bled into hours. Or maybe time slipped away completely.Pain drove through my leg like a sharp spear. My vision shattered. The sky spun. “No—no, please,” I begged the darkness. “No

Maeve.The cuffs were too tight again. They always were. My wrists had stopped bleeding, but the skin still peeled when I shifted. One ankle was half-swollen from when they kicked it yesterday. Or was it the day before?Laughter drifted in.“She doesn’t look like much now, does she?”“Bet she’s regretting whatever curse she laid.”“She’s nothing but a filthy little witch.”Their words scratched along the stone walls. But I didn’t lift my head nor did I let it get to me.Silence fell as they stopped—no more cruel laughs, no more vile words.The air shifted as a tall figure entered, and the guards threw themselves into a bow.“Luna.” They echoed.My head jerked up against my own will. I knew that scent before she even stepped into the light.Alia.Every part of her was polished, perfect, with a gold pin on her chest. She stared down at me, her nose wrinkling like my stench might sting her skin. “So. The bitch is still breathing,” she spat out, stepping closer. “Why hasn’t Johan made t

Maeve “I Johan Sullivan, Alpha of the blue moon pack, reject you as my mate."The words cracked through the room like a sharp clap.And for the fifth time, the pain rushed in after the words, sharp it pierced through my veins, burning up my nerves.A nausea clawed it’s way up my throat but I forced it down.The bile. The burn. The shame. I swallowed it all.Because if I threw up, I would have one more floor to scrub. The bond should have broken, but it didn’t. Instead, it wove back. Wilder. Hungrier.I felt him—his breath, his wolf.Johan’s mouth tightened, and his frown deepened. He snapped his head to his beta, Roy. “Why is this happening?”Roy hesitated. “It’s the fifth time.” He stood frozen disbelief engraved on his features . “I never thought something like this was possible.”Neither had I.“Maybe…” Roy tried, “Maybe you should accept her.”“Moon goddess forbid it,” Johan hissed.His gaze snapped to me, colder than I’d ever felt it.“This?” he snarled. “This omega is supposed