LOGINKing 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.
View MoreVenna sat on the edge of the wide bed, her feet barely touching the cold stone floor. The chamber was too quiet, too large, and far too grand for someone like her. Her fingers twisted together in her lap as her heart beat fast in her chest. She had been placed here by the queen’s command, yet no one had told her why. The room smelled of herbs and clean linen. Soft curtains hung beside the tall windows, and the fire in the hearth burned low, giving off a warm glow. Everything about the chamber spoke of royalty. Venna felt like a small bird trapped inside a golden cage. She was restless. Her thoughts would not stay still. Why would the queen bring me here? she wondered. Venna knew her place in the palace. She was only a servant. She cooked, cleaned, and obeyed orders. She had never dreamed of sleeping in a royal chamber or being treated with such care. It made no sense, and that frightened her more than anger would have. She searched her mind for answers, moving from one though
Queen Ayla leaned close to Tiara and whispered softly into her ear. Her voice was low, calm, and full of authority. Tiara listened carefully, her eyes widening just a little before she nodded in understanding. Without wasting time, Tiara lifted her hand and gave a silent signal to the other maids standing nearby. They immediately understood what was required of them. Everything happened quickly. Two royal maids stepped forward and held Venna by her arms. Their grip was firm but not rough as they pulled her up to her feet. “Come with us,” one of them said in a flat tone. Venna did not struggle. She did not scream or beg. In her heart, she had already accepted her fate. She believed she was about to be punished. She had made a terrible mistake. She had foolishly bumped into the King himself. In the palace, such an act was not taken lightly, especially from someone like her—an ordinary cook with no title or protection. Venna knew the consequences could be harsh. She had been waitin
Venna's whole body shook hard. Confusion filled her mind like a thick fog. She could feel something hard pressing against her private part through her wet underwear. It poked right at her most sensitive spot. And the worst part was the heat building deep inside her. It pulled at her core, making her hips move on their own. She ground against him without meaning to, a soft whimper escaping her lips. Prince Rykerr groaned low in his throat. His strong hands gripped her waist tight, guiding her movements. He wanted more of that friction, more of her warmth. But as soon as she realized what was happening, her body went stiff. Fear mixed with the strange pull in her belly. This wasn't right. She was just a maid, and he was the prince. What was she doing? "Stop fighting it," he groaned, his voice rough with need. "Your body wants this so badly." His hand on her neck pulled her closer. Their noses almost touched now, his breath hot on her face. Venna's heart pounded wild in her chest. She
Venna left the tray on the table and slowly walked toward the bathroom, her heart beating so fast she feared it would jump out of her chest. She raised a shaky hand and pushed the door open. The moment she stepped inside, she froze. The whole bathroom smelled like him. A heavy, masculine scent—warm, strong, powerful. It wrapped around her instantly, sinking into her skin and making her heart thump harder. She didn’t even know a person could have a scent that strong. It was like the entire room belonged only to him. Which it was, in every way. The bathroom was huge, almost the size of her uncle’s sitting room in the Red Moon Pack. The floors were marble, smooth and shiny. Beautiful lamps hung on the walls, casting a soft glow across the room. In the center sat a large polished wooden bath, filled with warm water that steamed gently. Venna clenched her fingers together. She took one deep breath before stepping farther inside. Where is he? She looked left, then right. She even lo
That night, Venna could not sleep at all. Not even for a second. The whole kitchen had celebrated her that evening. Everyone clapped for her, hugged her, and praised her because she became the first cook who served the prince a meal without him complaining or throwing the food away. Many cooks h
“What did you just say to me? This is not a joke, Zaria.” Tatyany’s voice came out sharp, her tired face tightening with impatience. “I cannot guarantee the life of any failed cook. The Red Moon Pack is known across the region as the best home of hunters and cooks. We must go now. There is no time
A few months later. The sun was rising slowly, its soft light entering through the wide window of the royal bedchamber. But Ayla did not want to wake up. Her body was tired, her heart still full from the night before. “Please, my King, let me sleep a little more,” Ayla moaned, her voice soft and
Rachella entered Prince Rykerr’s chamber slowly, her hips swaying from side to side. She knew the way he liked it. The prince was standing near the window, his hands clenched into fists, his jaw tight. His face looked like it was carved from stone, full of anger, as though he was ready to kill som
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