The Luna’s Faith
I gave up my family, my royal blood, and even my wolf for the man I loved. For five years, I was the devoted wife of Alpha Cyrus, believing that nothing could ever change the love we shared, until his brother died and everything between us slowly began to fall apart.
When Cyrus's brother's pregnant widow became the center of his world, I became nothing more than an inconvenience. Then, a cruel accusation turned my own husband against me, sending me into a silver cave where my unborn pup and I were left to die.
I thought that was where my story would end, but I was wrong.
I woke up with nothing left to lose and only one thing burning inside me: revenge.
Just when I thought I would have to face the people who destroyed me alone, an unexpected man entered my life and offered me a deal I couldn't refuse: a marriage that could give us both what we wanted.
With a man no one knew was in existence.
It was supposed to be nothing more than an alliance between two people with a common enemy, but the closer I get to him, the harder it becomes to tell where revenge ends and something far more dangerous begins.
Because sometimes, the person who saves your life may be the one capable of destroying your heart all over again.
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Chapter: Chapter 73: The King’s SacrificeOlivia's POV The banquet was meant to show that our claim against Vanessa Silverfang hadn't broken the wider peace between the packs. It was a small gathering of neutral and friendly packs, carefully chosen. I sat at my father's right, my glow low but visible, silver tracing the edges of my hands against the table settings. Dorian sat on my other side. Cassian faced the main guests from across the royal platform. The talk moved along expected lines: trade routes, polite nods toward the evidence review, careful words about the east. For nearly an hour, the evening did its job. Then my father's hand tightened once around his goblet, and my light spiked hard. I felt the poison hit his blood the same way I'd felt the silver arrow: sharp, hostile, a mark my gift read as a direct attack on the royal line. It wasn't Vanessa's ridge magic. It was older and faster, made to drop an Alpha of his strength within minutes. The wine had been clean when poured. Someone had slipped it in betwee
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Chapter: Chapter 72: Training Through FearDorian's POVThe next morning, the faint metallic smell of the silver-tipped arrow still clung to the cracked stone of the hallway. Olivia's gift kept picking up the trace, even though the arrow itself was locked away as evidence.I stood in the private courtyard with her while the day's first drills ran under tighter, more careful rules than the ones that had put blood on the dirt. The near-miss had left something new behind: fear, sharp and controlled, humming under her strength like a second pulse. Her gift saw it as outside pressure, not inner conflict, but it made the work harder. She needed a cleaner hold and more help from the bond to catch any overflow."Full power into the new pattern," I said. "The arrow's silver is still active in your defenses. Use it as a live sample. Aim your counter-current at something real instead of something imagined. The system will settle faster if the threat is solid."Olivia nodded once. Silver light rose from her skin in one clean surge that li
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Chapter: Chapter 71: The First Assassination AttemptOlivia's POVThe arrow came in the eastern hallway, between the morning's warm-up drills and the first meeting of the day.My glow spiked a heartbeat before I heard it. The air jerked, wrong and hard, and I caught the faint metallic-sweet smell of silver on a shaft aimed with professional care. My gift read it as a direct threat, the same kind of metal that had once chained me in the dark and killed my child. My body was already turning when Dorian's weight hit me from the side and drove us both behind a stone pillar.The arrow struck the railing where I had been standing and sank deep enough to crack the old stone. Silver tip. Black feathers. It had the same quiet skill the eastern hunters used when they meant the first shot to be the only one.Guards flooded the hallway within moments. Cassian's voice cut across the open space in sharp, steady orders. The bond carried Dorian's fury and the jolt of the tackle to me as one rush. I tasted dust and the faint sting of my own light flarin
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Chapter: Chapter 70: The Calm Before The StormDorian's POVBy Dexter's last evening report, we had less than a day and a half before the creeping darkness crossed the second watch line.I stood at the eastern window of the sitting room after the day's final drills were logged and watched the city lights thin out toward the deep hours of the night. Behind me, Olivia moved through the quiet work of filing the new counter-work plans and the watch notes. Her glow ran deep and careful, the way it had since her overreach and her slow recovery. Our bond carried her focus without strain. The damage in her channels had healed. The knives were still on the board. The shadow in the ridges was still coming. For a few hours, none of it needed us right away.The calm was temporary, and we both knew it.I turned from the window when she set the last page aside. Our formal clothes hung on us like a thinner version of the armor this campaign had demanded since the river. She met my eyes across the room, and the bond carried the same thought betwe
Last Updated: 2026-10-25
Chapter: Chapter 69: Casdian,s ChallangeOlivia's POVThe fight began in the eastern hallway before the morning reports had even been read.I was still feeling the aftermath of the overreach: a faint metal taste at the back of my throat, and my glow moving more carefully than usual after the night of slow healing. Then Cassian's voice cracked across the open stone hard enough to stop the nearby guards mid-step. Dorian stood across from him near the railing, shoulders set in the stillness he wore when politics turned personal. The bond told me how hot things were long before I could hear the words."You pushed her past what your drills had tested," Cassian was saying, every trace of soft princely manner gone. "Blood on the courtyard. Damage her own gift felt as a wound. And you're still standing in this palace talking about steady partnership and new patterns like my sister's body is a tool for whatever schedule Vanessa's shadow sets."Dorian kept his voice low, and that made his answer sharper. "The overreach was a mistake i
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Chapter: Chapter 68: Power’s First True CostDorian's POVThe warm-up drills began at dawn, right on schedule.I stood in the middle of the private courtyard with Olivia while the first thin light crept across the packed dirt and the night's chill still clung to the stone walls. Her strength had been steady since the Goddess's last words. The dark trace was still two days away at its current pace, maybe less. Our counter-work needed to be pushed closer to its limit before the trace crossed the watch line and the real fight started. There was no room left for cautious, gentle steps."Full power into the pattern," I said. "Hold it at the top while you thread the counter-signal. You have the strength. Use it."Olivia nodded once. Silver light rose from her skin in one clean surge, lighting the courtyard and throwing the wooden posts into sharp relief. Her deeper channels took the load without the old shaking. She shaped the glow into the narrow, searching stream we had practiced, made to find and unravel the kind of working Vanessa
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