Till The End of The World
Clara Vance died once for love—and she won’t repeat it.
Born as the daughter of a human leader, she was married off to the ruthless Alpha King, Alaric Voss, to stop a war between humans and werewolves. She believed in him, only to be betrayed and killed in the cruelest way.
Given a second chance, Clara wakes up on her wedding day again.
This time, she marries him for one reason—revenge.
Everything is under control until Evan Blakes enters her life. Assigned as her bodyguard, he’s quiet, infuriating, and far too perceptive. He doesn’t trust her. She doesn’t trust him.
But he wants Alaric dead.
And she needs him.
As their alliance turns into something far more dangerous, Clara finds herself caught between revenge and a love she never planned for.
Because in a world built on power, betrayal, and blood, some bonds are stronger than fate—and some choices change everything.
She came to kill a king… but what if she’s the one helping him rise?
And when all the truth unravels, will she still stand by him till the end of the world?
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Chapter: 42. AnswersCLARA.“Yes.”His single word hit me like a ton of bricks, the air in the room instantly going cold.He really lost his family. All of them. And he wants to…kill Alaric?My back hits the wooden door with a quiet thud, my body moving on its own now.He must be joking. But Evan doesn't make jokes. He doesn't do "funny." My hands curl on themselves as I look at him, breath caught in my throat, while he just stands there looking like a high-end statue, casually dropping news that could get us both torn to pieces before sunrise.Or sooner, based on the experience.But he…Evan."You've gotta be kidding me," I breathe out, my brain scrambling to make sense of it. All this time, I thought he was just Alaric’s man. The loyal, annoying lap dog who follows him everywhere, watches my every move, and judges me for eating too many cupcakes at pack parties.Just another man waiting for me to step out of line so he could report back to his owner.Yes. Yes, that's him. That's what he is.Yet now he
Last Updated: 2026-09-15
Chapter: 41. The Betrayal EVANThe corridor is quiet.All those search parties have shifted to the western grounds exactly as planned, leaving the residential wing undisturbed after Clara climbed into the worst possible office she could have chosen at the worst possible time.That guard will hold.He has no reason not to.By dawn, what little he remembers will become uncertain, or gone entirely. Either way, he won't be a problem.I stop outside Clara's door and knock twice. The handle turns almost immediately, the door swinging open.So much for following instructions.She stands at the frame exactly as I left her—barefoot, hair half undone, one hand still faintly stained with dried blood despite her obvious attempts to scrub it away.There's at least no blood stench now."I asked you not to open the door." I remind her."You knocked.” She says."I told you not to open it until I got here.""You are here.""It could have been anyone."She folds her arms. “Well it's you.”I hold her gaze for a moment before loo
Last Updated: 2026-07-11
Chapter: 40. Listen To MeCLARA "Whether you understand it or not, Human Luna..." His eyes never leave mine. "Your life is no longer yours alone." I blink at him. "What?" What the fuck does that even mean? That sounds disturbingly cult-like. Did he hit his head on the way down? He sure did— Before I can ask, the sharp crunch of boots over gravel cuts through the night. Guards. Shit! The sound comes fast, branches rustling as flashlights sweep through the hedges. "There!" someone yells. Of course. Of fucking course. I have to escape! I have to run— Everything moves at once. Evan's hand settles against the small of my back, steady and firm, moving me behind him before my brain even catches up. One step. That's all it takes, and suddenly all I can see is the width of his shoulders filling my entire view. He's shielding me? ...Again. "Evan!" One of the guards skids to a stop, chest heaving as the beam of his flashlight swings straight onto us. Right into my eyes. I squint,
Last Updated: 2026-07-08
Chapter: 39. The Protector's OathEVAN. There are promises a man chooses to make. Then there are the ones that choose him. Mine has always been simple. To protect. And protecting Clara Vance has quickly become the most exhausting responsibility of my life. Which is remarkable, considering she isn't actually mine to protect. That woman is trouble. I knew it the moment I watched her throw herself out of a third-floor window with all the confidence of someone who had clearly mistaken luck for skill. Most people make plans. She makes disasters and somehow survives them. So when I catch the faint crease between Alaric's brows, his attention breaking from the Blood Moon for the first time tonight, settling on the glowing watch on his wrists. I knew something happened. Or rather… Someone happened. Around us, the gardens have fallen into reverent silence. Hundreds stand beneath the crimson moon with their heads bowed, silver offering bowls reflecting scarlet light that humans will never see. The a
Last Updated: 2026-07-06
Chapter: 38. Mission AccomplishedCLARA. I quietly slipped through the palace doors, and reached the residential building without much attention and entered the main hall soon. Empty. Good. Everyone who mattered was outside watching the Blood Moon, everyone who didn't matter was probably serving everyone who did, and that left me with long corridors, polished marble and an entire building to myself— "Lady Clara?" Fuck! Someone's here? How the ... Why? I take a deep breath and put on my best innocent face before turning around. Two maids are standing there, and judging by the direction they're headed, they're on their way to the gardens too. Couldn't they have left five minutes later? "Yes?" I ask after realizing I've been staring at them a second too long. "Lady Clara, everyone's at the gardens." One says softly. I know, woman. "Yeah...?" "Do you need something here? Should I help—" "No." The answer jumps out before my brain approves it. "I mean... the Blood Moon's already woken up. You sh
Last Updated: 2026-07-05
Chapter: 37. CupcakesCLARA"Another one," I mutter to myself, reaching for another cupcake, making the tiered stand wobble in protest.The one thing nobody tells you about important pack ceremonies is that they're incredibly boring before they even begin. Everyone dresses up, stands around with expensive drinks in their hands and pretends they aren't all just waiting for the fucking moon to turn red.I lean against the long buffet table beneath the open sky, peeling the paper from my third cupcake of the evening.Vanilla.Buttercream.An unreasonable amount of frosting.Exactly what this evening needs.A smear of icing sticks to my thumb. I lick it off absentmindedly, my gaze drifting to the enormous full moon hanging above the palace grounds.It looks...Normal.White.Round.Very committed to being a moon."So..." I mumble around another bite. "When exactly do you become dramatic?"For the past three days, I've heard nothing except Blood Moon this and Blood Moon that.The Blood Moon.Capital letters inc
Last Updated: 2026-07-01
Chapter: 46. The Helplessness~ETHAN~ Three point four seconds. That was how long my hands had locked around the base of the blade when the rogue broke the tree line. Three point four seconds of total motor shutdown. A wolf could cover thirty yards in that window. A wolf could tear out a human throat twice over before the human brain even registered what had happened. Trying to match them with physical strength is just stupidity, a losing equation for me. I didn't have the muscle density, the reflex speed, or the accelerated healing. If I wanted to survive here, if I wanted to stop being a liability, I had to change the variables. Some other method. Blades are only usable to an extent, and require close proximity, increasing the risks... Guns...they might be a better option, but bullets have no effect on wolves. I had shot Nyra. Yeah, I did. And she survived, without even a scar. Point forty five ACP bullets have no effect on them. I leaned back against the railing of the window, staring down at the empty
Last Updated: 2026-09-29
Chapter: 45. What You Want~NYRA~ I sat behind my heavy oak desk, now fully dressed in a tank top and track pants, my hair pulled back into a tight, neat ponytail. Knox sat opposite me in one of the leather armchairs, his large frame tense, his eyes tracking my every movement with a dark, brooding intensity. The silence between us stretched long and uncomfortable until I leaned back in my chair, resting my elbows on the armrests, lacing my fingers together. "What do you need to talk about, Knox?" I asked casually, keeping my voice level and unbothered. "Your human," he replied, his tone laced with a sudden, sharp hostility that cut right through the calm room. "Ethan.” My eyes narrow. ” And what do you need to say about him?" "He would have died out there, Nyra," Knox snarls, leaning forward, his jaw tight enough to crack stone. "He froze like a helpless deer in front of a fucking rogue.” "Yes, I have had the conversation with him," I replied coldly, my Alpha voice bleeding slightly into my words to rem
Last Updated: 2026-09-23
Chapter: 44. Two Orphans~NYRA~ “That wolf,” he murmurs against my skin, his voice cracked and hollow. “It… it killed my parents.” “What?” A gasp escapes my lips involuntarily. The heat of his breath stings the side of my neck, but it’s the violent tremor running through his frame that freezes me completely. Ethan—the man who would rather swallow glass than show a single crack in his composure—is clinging to me as if the ground beneath his boots is caving in. His hands are locked around my waist, his knuckles digging through the thin fabric of my shirt. “Aren't you an orphan?” I ask softly, the anger burning in my veins evaporating into the quiet, heavy air of the office. “No, I was orphaned,” he answers, his arms tightening around me for a fraction of a second, as if confirming he was still anchored to the present. He was orphaned. My mind races through everything I know about him, there's no such information in his records, just a clean file listing him as raised in state care. “How?” I ask, the
Last Updated: 2026-09-22
Chapter: 43. The Past~ETHAN~ “You can go,” Nyra dismisses me, as if I were the one who had begged to tag along with her. The Wolfy is gone. She is back in her human form now, wearing only an oversized shirt that barely covers her hips and ass, and the image of her being naked stays stuck in my head. I turn away, taking a step back, even though my first instinct is to check on her wounds. She's bleeding, I can see it clearly from the red staining the pale fabric of her shirt. My fingers tighten around the hilt of my silver sword. The cold metal feeling heavy against my palm—a weapon made to hunt her kind, yet holding it now feels strange. I start counting her injuries in my head, weighing the odds. She is bleeding, and blood loss leads to shock. She needs medicine. No. She is a monster, I mean wolf—her body heals itself much faster than a human's. The chances of her bleeding out are low. But what if her body can't keep up this time? Forget it. Stop running the numbers, Ethan. Emotion ruins logic
Last Updated: 2026-09-21
Chapter: 42. ALPHA BROTHERNYRA.“NYRA!”Aaron’s raw scream tears through the air a second before the shadow hits.I was so focused on Ethan that I didn't even hear the rogue lunging from the bush on my blind side. Fangs graze the nape of my neck, cold wind snapping past as a massive dark jaw snaps inches from my windpipe.Before I can even twist to tear into him, a sound rips through the clearing—a thick, terrifying roar that shakes the very leaves off the trees.It isn't a growl. It’s a violent crack of power.A jet-black wolf, with pale green coating its top fur, easily larger than Knox and nearly matching my own frame, hits the rogue mid-air like a battering ram, the impact sounding like a thunderclap, like lightning striking the ground in one majestic roar.Aaron.My mind halts for a second. He—who whined about Alpha training every single day, who hated the blood, who swore he never wanted to lead—just forced his shift in a split second of pure, unadulterated instinct to protect me.His second shift. In th
Last Updated: 2026-09-20
Chapter: 41. An Attack ~NYRA~ "He survived." Knox sneers from the chair across from my desk, his eyes dark and sharp, saying the words like it's costing him something. "He did," I said, my voice steady and completely assured. A week had passed without a single issue, and somehow, against every expectation my uncle had, Ethan had managed to hold his own. Knox leaned back, crossing his arms, voice accusing. "You're too soft on him." "No, I'm not," I replied, holding his gaze without flinching. "Someone gave him a phone," Aaron mutters from where he was standing by the window, his back to us as he keeps his eyes on the ground below. Fucker. "It only dials me," I shot back, turning my glare on him. "Besides he was injured during the punishment and I need him alive." For the bond. For the council. “Yeah, yeah.” Aaron gulps, shrugging his shoulders, and quickly turns his eyes back out of the window. Knox scoffs, shaking his head. "Alive is one thing. Treating him like a guest in a fucking fiv
Last Updated: 2026-09-16
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