Chapter: The Legacy Of Zoey CaesarZoey's POV (10 years Later)Three years ago, everything changed. Everyone I knew got their wolves, a monumental rite of passage that marked the transition into adulthood for those of wolf blood. But for me, there was nothing—no surge of power, no howling spirit joining mine. The realization hit like a dagger to the chest: I was wolfless. I was sitting in front of the mirror while on the edge of my bed and could only see my reflection, candlelight started to flicker. My loose, thick, brown hair had fallen on my face framing it loosely, and my blue eyes gleamed fiercely, as they did when I was young. I became the most powerful witch in the entire region; a position that attracted both reverence and horror. But it wasn’t enough. My heritage lay heavily on my chest like a weight rapping me around the fingers that I was a witch – a witch whose blood ran thick with power. All charms, all enchantments, all lost sorcery of my forefathers was given to me in trust of the command. And yet, he
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Chapter: Family DateThe sun hung low in the sky, casting a golden hue across the rolling hills surrounding our pack lands. It was one of those rare days when duty could wait, and family took precedence. Since Leo expressed his feelings about being overshadowed, Shenaya and I had made an unspoken vow to ensure our pups knew they were cherished. Today was about them, about us. A day without war councils, patrol strategies, or territorial disputes—just a family date to remind ourselves of the simple joys in life. I stood in the courtyard, watching as Shenaya helped Zoey into the wagon. The little girl’s laughter rang out as her mother tickled her sides, her bright blue eyes shimmering joyfully. Shenaya’s red hair glowed like fire under the sunlight, her smile more colorful than any star. "Papa, can I sit up front with you?" Leo’s voice broke my thoughts. I had to look at him, he had messy black hair, and he looked at me with anticipation and apprehension. Leo had been more open since our conversation, bu
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Chapter: Family's New ChapterShenaya’s POVThe warm scent of vanilla and lavender filled my room as I stood in front of the mirror, smoothing my navy blue dress. It was simple yet elegant, perfect for a family dinner. I glanced at the perfume bottle on the table and picked it up, I sprayed a bit more to mask my new scent. My hand lingered on my abdomen for a moment—a silent acknowledgment of the tiny life growing inside me. Today was special. Not just because I had something monumental to share about my career but because the second announcement would change everything for our family after going through so much chaos that could tear us all apart but we still stand tall regardless. The din of laughter and chatter greeted me before I even reached the dining area. The large room was alive with energy, the long oak table nearly groaning under the weight of plates and bowls of food. Isla and one of the Omegas were bustling about, adding finishing touches to the spreads, their faces glowing with pride at the beauti
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Chapter: A Howl Of FreedomLUCY'S POVThe cold, damp air of the dungeon wrapped around me like a suffocating shroud, but I didn’t care. Not anymore. Alenjro was shackled to the stone wall, his once-proud figure reduced to a trembling heap. His screams had dulled into a low, guttural groan after hours of torment. I pressed the hot silver bar into his back once more, and the satisfying sizzle of his skin made me smile bitterly. "No matter how much torment you give me, you will never get your wolf back," he spat out, though his voice shook. I chuckled darkly, crouching down to meet his bloodshot eyes. "I would have left you," I said calmly, "but your mouth wouldn’t allow it. You’re not in the position to torment anyone right now." He glared at me, but the fire in his eyes had long since burned out. Good. He deserved every ounce of pain I gave him. Every scar. Every burn. Anika stirred faintly in the back of my mind. My wolf, my constant companion, had been silent for far too long. Alenjro’s betrayal had shatter
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Chapter: RedemptionSkylar's POVI stood at the edge of the forest, staring at the Crescent Moon Pack grounds from the shadows. My heart was heavy with a weight I had carried for years—a burden born of betrayal, power, and regret. The whole betrayal thing had scarred me, it drove me to chase power to fill the void left. In the process, I had betrayed everyone, hurt Shenaya, and nearly destroyed everything I once held dear, just because of Andrew's fuel for power.I feel so lonely, I live in isolation, no one talks to me, and I live as a shadow that was why I insisted on having Zoey around. Deep down I want to have a purpose too, I wanted respect but all the power I possess right now keeps radiating without using it. Watching the Roux and the Casaer family from afar for years, I could see the consequences of my actions. Aiden was no longer the man I once wanted. Shenaya, his chosen Luna, had become the Alpha I never thought she could be, so strong, commanding, and loved by the pack. And I, a rogue in spir
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Chapter: Forest Of MemoriesShenaya's POVThe air was thick with anticipation as I prepared for the journey that lay before me. Aunt Belle’s hut was filled with the scent of herbs, their pungent aroma lingered in the air as she arranged them into intricate patterns around a large circular tapestry. The room was very heavy with energy, the air tingled with the magic that would guide me to Aiden’s mind where I would search for his lost wolf and his broken memories.“Shenaya,” Aunt Belle said gently to balm against my frayed nerves, “I hope you still remember that this is not a physical Journey. It’s a journey within your mind. It's a place where memories are intertwined with emotions and spirit. I’ll be here to guide you, but only you can reach him.”I nodded slightly as I knelt on the tapestry, and my hand began to shake. My thoughts kept drifting to Aiden’s face, his empty eyes when they looked at me. His eyes used to be very warm whenever he looked at me but now they are filled with distance which I hate so muc
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Bound To The Crown Prince
Some chains are made of iron, others are forged by fate.
Edrian Lorne has never dreamed of freedom. Born a slave, trained to obey, and scarred by a master’s cruelty, he has learned one truth: hope is dangerous, but when war tears his world apart, he finds himself standing before the Crown Prince of DarkMoonCrest… and the impossible happened when their eyes met, and the mate bond roared to life.
Prince Xander Veyrion has spent his life pursuing one thing, the throne. The bond to a slave is a threat to everything he has built, to every alliance he needs. Yet denying the pull between them proves harder than ruling a kingdom cursed to rot without a noble-born mate.
In the shadows of court intrigue, deadly magic, and whispers of rebellion, the bond between Edrian and Xander burns hotter with each stolen glance and forbidden touch. But when betrayal strikes and a killing curse forces their hands, they must decide, cling to ambition and lose each other, or defy the kingdom and claim a love that could bring an empire to its knees.
A slave with no hope.
A prince with everything to lose.
And a bond that could change the fate of a kingdom.
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Chapter: The Council's FuryAmber's POVRidiculous.Impossible.Insulting.I could still hear the healers’ words echoing in the hall as if they had carved themselves into my skull: “A mate mark from an Alpha can override the killing spell.”That boy...no, that slave should have died the very night I wove my spell. The magic was flawless and absolute. It should have drained him dry before Xander even reached the healer’s chamber, but Edrian lingered. Lingering was not possible. Lingering meant his wolf had been stubborn enough to hold the thread of life until...I dug my nails into the arm of my chair, blood welling beneath my painted nails.Until they found the loophole. Until Xander made the choice no prince in history had ever dared.He marked him.I could hardly breathe when I first heard it the rumour. My goblet slipped, crimson wine splattering across my gown, and still I sat frozen, numb, waiting for someone to laugh, to correct the mistake, to tell me this was a fucking joke.But no one laughed.The whisp
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Chapter: Marked By The PrinceXander's POVThe words hung in the air like judgment. I felt the room tilt.To mark Edrian as my mate meant claiming him publicly, irrevocably. No court, no council, no father of mine would ever allow it. An Alpha prince bound to a slave. It would rip the throne from beneath my feet.But when I looked at him, pale and motionless on the bed, I knew that was all there was to it.He was already mine. The throne could burn, for all I bloody careI waved away the healers and sent them away. They fell like leaves in the wind and left, then I was left alone with Edrian in the room.I sat next to him, sweeping his wet hair away. He was as cold as a corpse, yet I laid my lips against his temple, and I swear, I felt the slightest movement of breath."You stubborn wolf," I said to myself. "Even now, you fight me. Always making me choose."My chest ached. The idea of putting my fangs into his neck, of making us one forever...ought to have made me feel all hesitancy. Rather, it gave me a sense of
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Chapter: The Loophole Xander's POVEdrian’s body was cold in my arms. Too cold.I picked him up as the entire ritual went off. Courtiers were screaming, priests were dropping incense bowls, guards were rushing in, but I could not hear. The world had become smaller than the weight in my chest, and those shallow broken gasps of air became nothing more than silence.“No… no, stay with me,” I muttered, though his eyes were rolled back, lashes trembling like he hovered between life and the void.The healers tore open the palace doors when I stormed through. “Move!” I roared. The echo of my command rattled the gilded hallways. “Clear the chamber! Prepare your wards!”They scrambled, bowing low as I laid Edrian upon the stone bed carved with moon symbols. His body jerked once, then stilled.The head healer pressed trembling fingers to Edrian’s throat. Her lips thinned. “My prince… he is caught in a killing spell.”“I know that already!” My growl reverberated through the chamber. “Undo it.”Her eyes flicked to t
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Chapter: The Moon CeremonyAmber's POVThe palace was painted silver by the sacred moonlight. Shadows were long across the marble floors, and the air was full of expectancy. All the ends of the court were bright with jewels, burnished armour, and velvet robes. This night...this sacred ritual...was meant to bond the pack to the moon, to remind us of power, loyalty, and balance.But I had other plans.I was at the foot of the dais, covered in white silk and gold thread, which is an image of chastity. The courtiers were murmuring like they were in ecstasy, they said I was the bride that the King had chosen, the one that would bring back the honor of the throne. I was pleased by their envy, though not as much as by that secret which I had in my skin.Edrian.The name soured on my tongue even when unspoken. He should have been broken or buried beneath chains where he belonged. Yet he stood here...still breathing the same air as me, still clinging to Xander as if his presence was what would give Xander life.I had a
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Chapter: Amber's PoisonNarrator's POVThe passages of the Abyssal Palace did more talking than the courtiers.Edrian had gone back to his rooms with blood still on his sleeve, but when he sat down on the edge of his bed the wound had disappeared. He looked at his arm where Xander had tore him open but it has cleared completely. Not even a scar remained. His breath was caught and a shiver ran his spine. Wolves healed quickly...true, but not in his case, he never had the healing fast ability which was why he had so much scars on his body.He pressed his palm to his arm, harder, as if pressure would force the truth out of it. Nothing. Only the faint heat of his skin like the injury had never existed at all.He was surprised and scared at the same time.Scars were his story. To Edrian, scars were the evidences of survival and the only thing that made the difference between his past and present. Without them, he felt like he never existed, and as if his body was no longer his.Anger followed swiftly after fear
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Chapter: Wolves at WarXander's POVI hadn’t meant to go there. The secret library was not a place that I liked, it smelled of dust and lost things, but something gnawed at me that night, a kind of restlessness in my chest which I could not get rid of.I hadn't been with Edrian in weeks, but that doesn't mean i wasn't watching him. I had placed three guards at his chambers to give me updates on what he has been up to and what goes on in his life daily.I wasn't surprised when one of the guards mindlinked me few days ago about Kael talking to Edrian in the garden few days ago. I was expecting it because I'd learned his patterns, the way he lingered in corners whenever Edrian entered a room, how his eyes always followed him, not with the cold calculation he showed others, but with hunger he tried to disguise.I'd caught him stealing glances too many times, he thought he was clever, but he wasn't.So tonight, when the guard mindlinked me that Edrian had followed Kael down to the abandoned library. My wolf stir
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