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ELARAThe first thing I heard was someone arguing over my body.“She’s stable,” a woman said, voice careful, low. “The baby too. Strong heartbeat.”“And?” Cyril’s tone sliced through the quiet.The woman hesitated. “But her wolf… it’s gone. I can’t sense it at all.”Gone?My eyes stayed shut, but the word clawed at me. Wolves didn’t just vanish. They slept, they hid, they sulked…but gone?Cyril exhaled sharply. “You’re mistaken.”“With respect, Beta,” the healer whispered, “I’ve done this twenty years. Every wolf has a pulse, even in coma. Hers…there's nothing. It’s like a door slammed shut.”A door slammed shut somewhere inside me, too. I opened my eyes.The ceiling above me was rough wood, herbs hanging upside down from a beam. The air smelled of mint and smoke. I was lying on a cot, a cool cloth slipping from my forehead.“Welcome back, my Luna,” Cyril said smoothly, relief painting his face. “You fainted.”“No kidding,” I croaked. My throat felt like sandpaper. “Did I at least mak

ELARAAnother night, another banquet.If I had a coin for every time someone shoved me into a gown and told me to “smile like the Moon Goddess herself,” I could probably buy the whole damn packhouse and retire.“Hold still,” one of the maids said, stabbing another pin into my hair.“I am holding still,” I muttered. “I’m practically a corpse. Just prettier.” She didn’t laugh. They rarely did. Cyril had them trained to treat me like fine glass, beautiful, expensive, and not to be questioned.He appeared in the mirror behind me, already dressed in his perfect black suit with a fur coat lining on the top, every button glinting like he’d polished them himself. “You look divine,” he said.“Divine looks a lot like terrified,” I answered.He smiled like that was cute instead of honest. “It’s just a banquet, my love. You’ll charm them. He paused, looking at my bulge. “Both of you will.”I wanted to say I’d rather fight a bear, but I just nodded and let him loop my arm through his. The hall o

ELARAThey called it healing.The sleeping teas, the memory tinctures, the quiet hours in rooms that echoed with nothing but soft light and silence. Cyril guised it all in concern, in his deep voice and soft hands and the practiced calm of a man too smooth to be questioned.I wore Luna's silks. I smiled with Luna's grace. And inside, I drowned in a sea of blank memories and strange, suffocating peace."We've registered our union," Cyril said one morning over fresh berries and warm bread. "You belong to me now, and by the laws of the Packs, you're off limits to everyone else."Everyone else.The words sat oddly on my tongue as if someone else had tried to claim me before.But no memories came, I felt just fog and a slight ache."You okay, Elara?" I blinked, "Yes…I'm fine."He reached for my hand, brushing his thumb across my knuckles. "Good. We have a gathering tonight in the southern wing. Most of the border packs will be there, I want them to see you."I nodded, though inside me shif

ELARA★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★The Blackthorne Pack grounds were bursting with celebration. Tables lined with platters of roasted meat, sweet berry tarts, and goblets of red wine were spread out beneath the open sky. Music throbbed through the air, low drums and flutes creating a festive rhythm that pulsed alongside the clinking of glasses and the hum of conversation.Pack members danced in swirling dresses and loose shirts, warriors boasting tales of border victories, elders in long cloaks sharing murmured predictions over cups of spiced mead. Everyone had gathered for the rare and sacred Mate Ceremony, a tradition that hadn’t occurred in over a decade.And I was at the center of it all.I didn’t know why I had been summoned, only that the Council of Elders had declared it a divine command. I was told that I was his, the Alpha’s fated mate. I wasn’t given a choice, just a dress, a necklace to show my acceptance, and a warning not to speak unless spoken to. My heart thundered in my

ELARAA wet liquid trickled down my cheek, It felt cold, sticky, and unfamiliar, when I opened my eyes, the world around me swirled like a broken carousel. My fingers twitched against dirt, ash, and something softer, maybe moss I don't know.But the smell was all weird. It reeked of blood and burned flesh, and inside me recoiled before I even understood why.Trees stood like charred bones in the distance, smoke moving into the gray sky, and the ground was littered with bodies, some of them mangled beyond recognition, others still twitching, but barely alive. My heart beat hard against my ribs, and I couldn’t remember what it had felt like to be safe.Or who I even was.I sat up too fast and nearly choked on a sob, my hands clutching at my sides as pain rippled through my body. My skin was covered with bruises, scratches, and cuts. My throat felt sore, like I had been shouting."Easy," a voice said behind me, deep and smooth like melted obsidian.I twisted, or at least tried to, but

DESDEMONA“Why are you back so early?” Lord Kieran asked with a smirk.“Leave,” Alpha Alaric replied coldly.“Ok fine I will,” he patted on my back gently.The silence after Kieran left was heavier than before. It pressed against my chest, making it hard to breathe. I could still hear Alpha Alaric’s boots on the stone path, even though it was long gone. That sound alone was enough to make my skin prickle.I sat there, trembling, clutching the wet rag in my hand. My knuckles were raw. I wanted to scream, but all that came out was a choked breath. Lord Kieran shouldn’t have come. He didn’t understand how dangerous it was just to stand near me when Alpha Alaric was around.The Alpha didn’t need to shout to destroy someone. One look from him was enough to make a person crumble.I dipped the rag back into the cold bucket, trying to focus on the task again. Work was safer than thinking. Work didn’t ask questions, didn’t punish me for having feelings. But my hands were shaking too much to c

DESDEMONAI sat up immediately to her left, staring at the empty room. My heart skipped a quick beat. I don't know if I should be happy that he left, or sad.My bare feet touch the cold floor, I hug my body. For the first time I will be free. Or so I thought.Laura burst in, she leaned on the door. “What are you doing, do you think that, now that the Alpha is out you will act like Luna,” she smirks. “Don't make a fool out of yourself and get to the kitchen immediately.”It hit me. Why did I think I will be free when Laura is still here? “You brought your friends over and you still think you will live here for free. Pathetic.”Yes, pathetic. Freedom isn't something that comes easily. I have to fight for it for me to be free.I didn’t say a word. I just lowered my eyes and nodded. There was no point arguing. Laura always wins.“Yes,” I said quietly. “I will go now.”She smirked. “Good girl. Don’t forget your place.”Her heels clicked on the floor as she walked out, and the room felt col

ALARICThe corridor was silent, but my heartbeat wasn’t. It thundered through my chest, wild and unsteady, echoing louder than the footsteps that carried me back.I didn’t even know when I turned around.Didn’t remember climbing the stairs again. All I knew was that anger had already taken over, steady, burning, too strong to ignore.The door burst open before I could think twice.Desdemona jerked up in surprise, her eyes wide, face still wet with tears. Kieran rose instantly, his body stiff, protective, foolishly standing between us.“Leave,” I said.My voice was quiet, but it sliced through the air like steel.He hesitated. “Alaric—”“Now.”His jaw tightened. But he saw something in my eyes, something that warned him this wasn’t a time to argue. He stepped away from her slowly, his gaze lingering on her before walking past me.The moment the door closed behind him, the air in the room shifted.Only silence remained, and her.Desdemona stood still, her hands clutching the edge of her

ALARICI stared at her up on the stage, her face pale, her body shaking. I have to punish her for calling another man's name romantically, in her sleep while holding on to me.A smile escapes my lip, but I try to compose it. I fake a cold face and watch her as she stares in dismay.She didn't dance but stood. Lost, and hopeless.“Alaric, why is Desdemona up there?” Kieran asked, his voice raging at me.“She is my toy, so I can do whatever I want with her.”“She is not a toy, and you can't play with her like that, look how hopeless she is up there, you have to stop this madness!” He yelled.“What if I don't want to—” I smirked, crossing my legs.“Then I will stop it,” he said, raging on stage.I crossed my arm, “Then she will die instead,” I said calmly, though my wolf raged inside, I pretended to be calm on the outside.Kieran halted at his steps. He knows I don't joking. I have never joked with him.“Why are you doing this?” He asked, his lip trembled, I saw it. His gaze flicked. Di

DESDEMONAI rolled on the bed, I robbed my fluffy bed, as a smile escaped my lip, I opened my eyes slowly, looking around. I blinked twice, wiping my eyes.This is not my bed.“Are you that disappointed?” His voice came out low, smooth, almost teasing, but there was weight beneath it, an edge that made the air between us tighten.Alaric walked in his presence filling the room and a towel wrapped around his waist, the towel can slip away if pulled too much. Water trailed down his bare chest in slow, gleaming lines, catching the candlelight as it slid across the ridges of his abs, hard, sculpted, every muscle moving with quiet strength. The towel around his waist hung dangerously low, clinging to his hips, a single drop slipping down to where the fabric barely held.His dark hair was damp, strands falling across his forehead. A droplet clung to his jaw before rolling down the line of his neck to his collarbone. He moved with that same unhurried confidence, predatory, deliberate, as if

ALARICI stared at her wooden door, my hand moved and touched the handle. But I held back my hand and turned away.No. I should not, she is my slavery and I have the right to claim her and stop her from seeing any other man.I barged into her bedroom. There was a strong push on the door, I opened it slightly and I saw her body, heavily on the doorway. I sneak my body inside.I stare at her for a while, before I bend down. I carry a strain of her hair tossing it to the back of her ear.My hand touches my lip lightly. I did hear her scream, but it was too late when I got to her room. She is already in another man's arms.“What are you doing to me Mona?” I muttered under my breath, as my finger traced down from her forehead down to her bridge pointed nose.She looks absolutely stunning when asleep, her face looks calm, and submissive, not the same Desdemona that looks scared with my single touch. Her lip pouted, as she pulled me closer to her. My hand rested on her chest, hugging me tigh