
MOONBOUND WITCH
In a world where Omegas are bought, sold, and treated as slaves, Arwenna learned early what survival meant... what it entails and what it should be.
Sold by her aunt at the age of sixteen, Arwenna was married off to an old man to pay the debts her aunt owed. A mere Omega was not cared for by the clan nor the Alpha... It never really mattered if they survived or not.
Years later, she was blamed for the death of the same man she was forcefully married to. And now she was to be sold... dragged back to the same clan, to the same guardian who sold her off like a commodity; she was thrown back to everything she once escaped but now as nothing but the slave she always has been.
Time flew by like a curse that came to haunt, sticking to her like glue. She lost her wolf... lost. She never got her wolf, only to realize during the mating season that she doesn't have a mate.
"The Moon Goddess is so shrewd," she cried out, with emotions that have been bottled up for years.
Nothing seems to be working, and now her aunt gives her away... No, she sells her again to the palace as a 'Dwangi,' a slave specially to keep the Alpha sane before finding his mate. She agreed. What's the purpose when she's like a useless paper plate that doesn't serve any purpose other than to be used and discarded?
But what she doesn't know is that her story just begins.",
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Chapter: Chapter 5: Incompetence•••• 𝗔𝗟𝗩𝗘𝗥𝗗𝗔 𝗪𝗢𝗟𝗙 𝗖𝗟𝗔𝗡 ••••• 𝗙𝗔𝗡𝗚𝗦𝗣𝗜𝗥𝗘 𝗣𝗔𝗟𝗔𝗖𝗘: Court room The Council chamber was silent --- Too silent. The ministers exchanged uneasy glances, silently urging one another to speak yet none dared break the stillness Alpha Melrik Vorthen sat calmly upon his throne, one hand supporting his jaw while the other rested on his armrest. His eyes remained closed as though he were meditating yet no one believed he truly was None of the Ministers spoke. One misplaced word will earn a death sentence not a single soul can escape The Court Door flung open. "Report" a fat grinning man who was the Clan's scribe walked nervously towards the center of the room Your Majesty, " he began eagerly his shoulders raised in pride. "I am glad to report that the Mate Match Ceremony was successful. Two hundred wolves within our clan were bonded, and over eighty were mated to wolves from allied clans" Alpha Melrik opened his eyes slowly scanning the man with his ey
Last Updated: 2026-01-08
Chapter: Chapter 4: Wrong MateMate!!! A deep, dark growl echoed in my ear. I spun around, my eyes widening, completely surprised as tears clouded my vision. I didn't expect it; I had lost hope. I thought today wasn't for me, but I was given a chance when my eyes landed on the handsome looking guy staring at me like I was his prey, licking his lips. It was Reade Schweitzer, the town leader's son. Soon enough, he started running towards me; in return, I also started running, grinning like my life depended on it. We were almost an inch closer when I was shoved aside. I looked up in confusion, but my eyes dimmed immediately as I saw the one I called mate smooching another lady. I was wrong, he wasn't mine... he was never mine. I didn't feel the spark, the happiness, and the togetherness that comes with it. I felt nothing, but due to desperation, I had lost all means of thinking and would settle for anything that wants me. "You whore!" The lady turned to me, smirking, and seeing her face clearly shocked me—it
Last Updated: 2025-12-12
Chapter: Chapter 3: Mating Season ARWENNA'S POV ALVERDA WOLF CLAN 3 Years later It's been Three freaking years. Three years since I was thrown out of the house of Quintt. Three years since I was dragged back into my Aunt's custody due to the clan's stupid rule: Omegas can only be free from their guardian when they turn Twenty Two. My Aunt "Yvonne" didn't mind taking me back, of course. Money drives her than blood ever did. She accepted me with open arms only because she knows I'll do more shitty works for her. And I swallowed it, the pain, anger, my pride I swallowed it all. I pretended like nothing happened... Pretended like she wasn't the one who sold me off to that old fool But none of that matters. Because today is the Belwan Mating Season It comes once a year.. A chance to find a mate... My mate, one chance to finally leave my aunt's house and never look back At least.... that's what I hope. Because I noticed ever since I used my Umbral instincts on Jeff, I haven't been the same, I've grown w
Last Updated: 2025-12-10
Chapter: Chapter 2: CursesArwenna groaned slightly from the bed. Her eyelids felt heavy, almost glued shut. But she forced them open, slowly ... gently, the room spun a little, making her feel nauseated. Everything looked blurry until it finally settled. She tried sitting up, but it felt so hard to focus, so she started patting her head as if trying to wake her brain "What happened to me?" Arwenna whispered. Her eyes scanning through the room. The room looked nothing like hers, it was big... Impossibly large, almost as if it had no end. Her gaze landed on a weird statue staring right into her soul. Arwenna blinked again, trying to steady her vision. For a moment, she thought her eyes were playing tricks on her until the shape moved. Her breath hitched... No, No, No, No What in the world is happening? Was she going to die immediately after escaping her disgusting, predatory husband. A sick feeling twisted in her stomach. Her eyes widened. "....And worse --- on a bed. "Oh Moon Goddess, I hope they d
Last Updated: 2025-11-29
Chapter: Chapter 1: Widow••• House Of Quintt ••• Arwenna POV "You killed him... you caused his death," Denise choked on her words, tears streaming down her face as she mourned the death of her father. Denise looked towards me... Seeing the little smirk plastered on my lips infuriated her, she launched towards me, ready to scratch the existing peace out of my face, but her brothers held her back. She kept struggling, fighting to break loose to come at me and feast on my body like a condemned demon. Today was supposed to be a normal day: wake up, cook, clean the house, and take care of my sickly husband. But I guess the moon goddess had other plans in mind -- today was exactly the opposite. My husband died today, he slept and never woke up. Yes, he died, and I absolutely feel no remorse for him. Do you expect me to mourn for him? No, sweetie. Fredrick married me at 16. I was married off as collateral to pay off my Aunt's debts, that perverted pedophile who was Fifty-six married a sixteen-year-old gi
Last Updated: 2025-11-25