King Rykerr ruled Sea Moon with power, fear, and fire. As the Alpha of the Moon Crest Pack, his strength was unmatched until the “Inferno” came. Once a year, the king loses control to a brutal mating heat. No woman ever survived it alone. To save him and the kingdom, the elders made a cruel rule: every year, ten women would be sent to his bed. Chosen for their beauty. Sacrificed for his pleasure. But then, the king grew sick. His body weakened. Magic couldn’t cure him. He needed an heir Ayla, only eighteen and the youngest daughter of Alpha Dairo, was chosen to give the king an heir. Innocent, pure, and gifted with healing, Ayla was meant to be nothing more than a tool. But fate had a different plan. Inside the palace walls, Ayla uncovered secrets too dark to stay hidden. Lies. Betrayal. Blood. Magic. And a king more broken than anyone knew. She came to heal him. He swore never to love. But their hearts had already chosen each other. This is a story of forbidden love, burning desire, revenge, and dangerous truths. Two souls that were never supposed to meet… now burning together in one destiny.
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King Rykerr was the powerful Alpha of the Moon Crest Pack and the ruler of the Sea Moon territory. His name was known far and wide. People spoke of his unmatched strength, his commanding presence, and the way he led his pack with firm authority. But there was a secret that only a few knew, a dangerous truth that returned every year. Once each year, King Rykerr entered a state called the “Inferno.” It was a wild, uncontrollable storm of desire and need. During this time, he lost control of himself. His body burned with an intense hunger that no single woman could satisfy. It was not just physical; it was primal, overwhelming, and dangerous. If left unchecked, the Inferno could consume him entirely. To protect both the king and the kingdom, the elders of the pack devised a plan. Every year, they would select ten of the most beautiful and desirable women from the land. These women were brought to the palace to help calm the king during his Inferno. It was a tradition that many found cruel, but it was the only known way to keep the king from losing himself completely. King Rykerr had refused to take a queen. He believed in the legend of the “fated mate” , the one woman chosen for him by the Moon Goddess. Until he found her, he would not bind himself to anyone. And so, the tradition continued year after year. Families with wealth and influence often paid large sums to have their daughters chosen. For many, it was a chance to gain favor, power, or prestige. Some women saw it as an opportunity for a better life. Others dreamed of capturing the king’s heart. Among these women was Shanye, the only daughter of a woman named Micah. Shanye was different from the others. She did not seek power or riches. Her dream was simple yet profound: she wanted to be the one who truly touched the king’s heart. For years, she had imagined herself as his queen, his partner, his fated mate. This year, her dream seemed within reach. Shanye was chosen. She sat alone in a luxurious guest chamber within the palace. The room was adorned with silk drapes, golden accents, and the soft glow of candlelight. The air was filled with the scent of fresh flowers and sweet oils. Despite the beauty around her, Shanye's heart pounded with a mix of excitement and fear. The silence was broken by a knock at the door. A tall guard entered, his expression neutral. “Shanye?” he asked. “Yes,” she replied, her voice steady despite the tremble in her hands. “The king will see you now. Please follow me.” Shanye rose, smoothing her dress as she followed the guard through the grand halls of the palace. The marble floors gleamed under the soft light, and the walls were adorned with tapestries depicting the history of the Moon Crest Pack. As they walked, Shanye's thoughts raced. Was this the moment she had been waiting for? Could she truly be the one to calm the king's Inferno? They arrived at a set of large, ornate doors. “This is as far as I go,” the guard said. “Good luck.” Shanye took a deep breath, gathering her courage. She pushed open the heavy doors and stepped into the king's private chamber. The room was vast, with high ceilings and large windows that allowed the moonlight to pour in. The scent of cedarwood and earth filled the air, grounding and intoxicating. At the center of the room stood King Rykerr. He was draped in a white silk robe that barely concealed his muscular frame. His dark eyes locked onto hers, filled with an intense hunger. A slow, confident smile spread across his face. “Don’t be afraid,” he said, his deep voice resonating through the room. “Isn’t this what you wanted?” Shanye lifted her chin, meeting his gaze. “Yes, Your Majesty.” “Then show me,” he commanded, his tone both commanding and seductive. “Let me see you.” With trembling hands, Shanye let her robe fall to the floor. She stood before him, vulnerable yet resolute. The king's gaze roamed over her, and then he discarded his own robe, stepping toward her like a predator closing in on its prey. What followed was a night of intense passion. The king's touch was fire, his need insatiable. Shanye gave herself to him completely, matching his fervor with her own. She felt a connection, a bond that went beyond the physical. It was as if their souls recognized each other. Unlike the other women before her, Shanye was not sent away after one night. King Rykerr kept her close, returning to her bed night after night. He fed her, spoke with her, and held her in his arms. It was as if she alone could calm the storm within him. Whispers spread through the palace. The king had dismissed the other nine women, sending them away without a second glance. Jealousy and curiosity filled the air, but the truth was clear: Rykerr had found something in Shanye that he had never found in anyone else. For ten days, they were inseparable. Their bond grew stronger, their desire deeper. Shanye began to believe that she was indeed his fated mate, the one chosen by the Moon Goddess. On the tenth day, as they lay together in the quiet of the king's chamber, Shanye decided to share her thoughts. “My name is Shanye,” she said softly, her head resting on his chest. “Daughter of Micah.” King Rykerr's body tensed beneath her. He sat up abruptly, his eyes wide with shock. “Micah… from the eastern Sea Moon?” he asked, his voice strained. “Yes, Your Majesty,” Shanye replied, a hint of pride in her voice. “There is no other like her.” His heartbeat stopped. He stood, turning away from her. “I, King Rykerr, Alpha of the Moon Crest Pack and ruler of the Sea Moon, reject you, Shanye, daughter of Micah, as my mate,” he declared, his voice cold and final. Shanye's heart shattered. Tears welled in her eyes, but she refused to let them fall. She stood, gathering her robe. “From this day forward,” the king continued, “you are banished from my palace. I never want to see you again.” Without a word, Shanye turned and walked away, leaving behind the man who had consumed her heart and body. As the doors closed behind her, King Rykerr clenched his fists, his wolf howling in agony. This rejection would haunt him forever. But some secrets ran deeper than desire, and some wounds could never be healedThe next morning, the air in the hunting forest was filled with excitement. This was the day everyone had been waiting for—the final round of the contest. The large forest clearing buzzed with activity. The Elders of the Shadow Claws stood in a small group, speaking quietly among themselves. Guests wandered around, chatting and laughing. Some sat on wooden benches, enjoying the warm sun. Everyone was in a cheerful mood, yet there was one thing missing—the King had not yet arrived. Prince Ulric stood quietly beside Debbie. They didn’t speak much, but their silence was not awkward. There was a calmness between them, a silent understanding. Even without words, the feeling of love and closeness was there, like an invisible thread connecting them. Suddenly, the sound of footsteps echoed through the clearing. Guards stepped forward and announced loudly, “The King approaches!” At once, everyone straightened their backs. Those who had been sitting stood up immediately, their eyes turning
It was very late at night. The palace was quiet. The halls were empty. Everyone had gone to bed. But in the King’s office, there was tension. King Rykerr and Ayla stood together, They had been called there for an urgent and delicate matter. The type that could not wait until morning. Prince Raban had gone to the King earlier. He had told the King everything that happened, and now the King had called for his brothers. Inside the office, the tension was high and the matter needed to be resolved. Prince Ulric stood on one side of the room, his arm close to Debbie, who stood beside him. Across from them, Prince Raban stood tall, his face tight with frustration. The King stood near his desk, Ayla beside him, her hands folded in front of her. “Raban told me you are his destined mate,” the King said at last, his voice calm, and firm. “Is that correct, Debbie?” Debbie’s eyes lowered. She sighed, looking tired and a little afraid. She had not expected Raban to take her rejection so bad
Debbie’s voice was soft but steady. “And like I said, I love someone else now. I have nothing against you, but I can’t accept this bond. I hope you understand.” She spoke with honesty. She was not afraid of Prince Raban, but she knew what rejection felt like. She knew the pain of it, and she did not want to cause him more hurt than necessary. But Prince Raban was not ready to let go. He stepped closer and pressed his body against hers, pinning her firmly against the wall. She could feel his strength. He held her in such a way that she could not move. His eyes burned with something powerful and dangerous. Something that was not going to let her walk away so easily. He had been taken over by the mate bond. It filled every part of him. All he could think about was having her, keeping her, never letting her belong to anyone else. He knew that the man she loved was his own brother, Prince Ulric. This was not like before. This time, he was not touching his brother’s mate by mistake. T
After the day’s exciting contest, everyone returned to their camp. There was now enough space for all the other pack members who had come to attend this year’s Sea Moon Festival. The King had made a special camping area for them, a safe and comfortable place to stay.Many of the pack members set up their tents. They laid out soft blankets, pillows, and other things to make their tents cozy for the night. Laughter and quiet talks filled the campgrounds as people prepared to rest.But for the nobles and Alphas, their stay was more luxurious. They did not need tents. Guest wings of the palace had been opened for them. The chambers had already been prepared with clean bedding and warm lighting. Everything was ready to welcome them.That evening, the grand hall was glowing. It was beautifully decorated with lights, flowers, and soft drapes. It felt magical. The women came in wearing elegant dresses, their hair styled perfectly, and their jewelry sparkling under the lights. Groups of women
The quiet moment didn’t last long.The silence was broken when an arrow flew through the air and hit the target right in the center. It was the perfect shot.Everyone jumped to their feet, clapped loudly, and cheered with excitement. Joy filled the air. Something amazing had just happened. In all the years of archery contests in the Sea Moon Kingdom, no woman had ever reached the third round. It had never happened. The women usually made it to the second round, but that was where their journey ended. None had ever gone beyond that.But today was different. Something new and special had taken place.Not one, but two women had made it into the third round. They had both done so well that the judges couldn’t ignore them. The crowd was full of joy. People smiled and clapped. The women’s hearts were filled with happiness and pride.King Rykerr held his wife and looked at her with pride, almost like he couldn’t believe what he had seen. He looked at Ayla, his partner in the contest. Even Ay
The morning sun was fully out over the Kingdom of Sea Moon. The air was filled with excitement. It was the second round of the royal archery contest.King Rykerr turned to his bride, Ayla, and smiled warmly. "My love, you have already made me proud. Thank you for helping me reach the second round. But please, don’t push yourself too much. I know you’re not a professional archer."Ayla grinned and replied, "Don’t underestimate me, my King. Even if we lose today, it won’t be to the others. Maybe to them." She pointed playfully at Prince Ulric and Debbie.King Rykerr followed her gaze. He noticed something different between Ulric and Debbie. The way they stood close, the way they looked at each other. it was more than just the contest."Have you noticed those two?" he asked Ayla.Ayla smiled softly. "Yes. I think they suit each other well. Don’t you agree?"The King nodded, but his heart was unsure. He didn’t want anything bad to happen to his brother again. Ulric had already been hurt t
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