Fated to the Crowned Wolf
“You rejected me because fate made a mistake by binding us together. And you succeeded. You shattered me so completely I still don’t know where all the pieces fell. You did what no one else ever could, you made me long for death. Is that what you wanted?”
Dark magic coils around Elara Ashwyn as her eyes blaze with untamed power. Across the battlefield, Lucien Kassel once her Alpha, once her mate drops to his knees, begging for mercy as the world burns between them.
Rejected. Exiled. Pregnant.
And now he wants her back? Never.
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Elara Ashwyn grew up unseen and unwanted, an orphan without a wolf spirit, relentlessly abused by her pack and burdened with forbidden dark witch blood powerful enough to destroy kingdoms. At the royal mating gathering, she is claimed by Lucien Kassel, the ruthless Alpha heir and her fated mate. But instead of protection, she is met with cruelty. Bound by duty, fear, and secret enemies, Lucien publicly rejects her, shattering her heart and banishing her from the only world she has ever known along with the child he never knew exists.
Years later, Elara’s curse awakens into something far more dangerous than anyone ever imagined. No longer broken, she rises as a force of devastation and command, her magic bending fate itself. When Lucien returns wracked with regret and hunted by betrayal, coups, and ancient oaths threatening the shifter realm he comes seeking forgiveness and the family he abandoned.
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Chapter: Elara's POVThe healing center was a labyrinth of clinical efficiency, a place where the ancient hum of restorative magic met the sterile, sharp reality of human medicine. Edith guided me through the maze, her stride purposeful, until we reached the very last examination room at the end of a long, dimly lit corridor. She ushered me inside and clicked the lock, the sound echoing with a finality that made my nerves jump. Turning to me, her face was a mask of grim concern.“Tell me exactly what happened, Elara.”I tried to offer a nonchalant shrug, but the movement sparked a protest from my bruised ribs. Edith’s eyes snapped with a sudden, sharp light.“A shrug is not an explanation, child.”“What difference does it make if I tell you the details?” I asked, my voice sounding hollow even to my own ears. I eased myself onto the edge of the cold metal table. “Can you stop it? Can you guarantee that tomorrow I won’t be back here for the same reason? Because we both know I will.”She didn’t look away, an
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Chapter: Elara's POVThat inexplicable vibration within my chest refused to subside, even as I pushed my battered body into a desperate sprint toward the Moonlight Pack’s medical compound. My left hand kept drifting to the center of my sternum, rubbing at the skin as if I could physically massage away the strange, electric warmth the stranger had ignited.I cast one final, paranoid glance over my shoulder, but the dark-haired man didn’t follow. For that, I was profoundly grateful. I knew nearly every face in this territory, and he was a ghost, an outsider. He appeared to be roughly my age, and in a society as obsessed with status as ours, a shifter with that kind of devastating physical presence would have been the centerpiece of every pack gala and social mixer. The fact that he was lurking near our borders, unannounced and unclaimed, suggested something far more dangerous than a chance encounter.Forget him, I commanded myself. Forget the green eyes and the way his touch felt like a drug. Whatever this
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Chapter: Elara's POVBecause my people have an ingrained preference for living in close-knit clusters, I find myself constantly navigating a gauntlet of familiar, judgmental faces. I am fortunate in one small regard, though: both my low-paying job at the diner and my cramped apartment are situated on the fringes of the pack’s inner sanctum. To the elite, being relegated to the border is a form of exile, a mark of shame. To me, it is a sanctuary. I have never minded the proximity to the human world. In my experience, humans are inherently kinder and more empathetic to my plight than the shifters who were supposed to be my family.The history of the Wolf Kingdom is deep and ancient, pre-dating the explosion of human civilization on this continent. But while we possess power and longevity, humans possess numbers. They multiply with a rapid, relentless pace, eventually forcing our kind to retreat into the shadows of secrecy. To the modern human, we are nothing more than characters in a fairy tale or myths wh
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Chapter: Elara’s POVThe oppressive silence in the room stretched out, thick and suffocating, for what felt like an eternity. Finally, after thirty minutes of deliberate, calculated indifference, the Beta of the Moonlight Pack set his pen aside. He leaned back in his leather chair, steepling his fingers beneath his chin, and fixed me with a gaze that was as cold as a mountain stream.“What I find truly perplexing, Elara,” he began, his voice deceptively soft and devoid of any immediate threat, “is your persistent need to make yourself visible. You act as if being seen is a virtue, as if you have some right to take up space within this pack.”I had learned long ago that silence was my only armor in Thorne Elvyr’s presence. I stood perfectly still, my hands folded neatly in front of me, eyes fixed on a point just past his shoulder. I didn’t dare breathe too loudly.“You should consider yourself profoundly fortunate that you are permitted to exist within our borders at all. You should be overflowing with gra
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Chapter: Elara's POVSam stared at me, his eyes flaring with a mixture of genuine concern and a frustratingly naive sense of justice. He shook his head, the dish towel in his hand gripped so tightly his knuckles were turning white.“You can’t seriously be planning to let her off the hook again, Elara! Have some goddamn self-respect. The woman is a calculated menace. She doesn’t just come here for the food; she comes here to hunt you. She keeps dragging in these bottom-tier pack guys just to start a riot and humiliate you in front of everyone. When is it going to be enough?”I looked at him, my insides churning with a toxic cocktail of humiliation, physical pain, and a mounting sense of dread.“You think I don’t want her to pay?” I hissed, the salt from the soup still stinging the fresh burns on my neck. “You think I enjoy being a punching bag for Beta's daughter? She has backing, Sam. Total, systemic backing. Her father is Thorne Elvyr. He doesn’t just run the pack’s security; he runs the lives of everyon
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Chapter: Elara's POVThe heavy glass door of Benny’s Diner had barely swung shut behind me before the atmosphere curdled. I hadn’t even punched the time clock when the familiar, jagged edge of a confrontation sliced through the morning grease and chatter. At the center of the storm sat Seraphine Elvyr, her platinum blonde hair shimmering under the fluorescent lights, her blue eyes wide with a predatory sort of glee.Beside her sat a man I recognized as Flint Barlow, another shifter from our pack. He was currently turning a deep shade of crimson, puffing out his chest like a territorial rooster."I am so sorry, darling," Flint snarled, though his words were directed at me rather than his date. "It’s a disgrace that this place lets bottom-feeders like this handle anything meant for consumption."I stiffened, my hand still gripping the strap of my bag."Sir ""Don't 'sir' me!" he barked, slamming a hand onto the table so hard the silverware danced. "Seraphine specifically requested her meal at a precise temp
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