로그인"You just got rejected in public. Sit down before you embarrass yourself further."Jackson’s cold, lethal voice cuts through the roaring hall without him even raising his volume. His broad chest presses right against my back, his heavy black uniform smelling of fresh rain, raw leather, and dangerous Alpha power.Micheal takes a furious step forward, his jaw trembling, his hand reaching out to grab my arm. "Ada is my mate! You can't just drop into our territory and take what's mine!"Jackson slowly turns his head, his dark, silver-flecked eyes locking onto Micheal's pale face.The instant our eyes meet in the reflection of the marble wall, the real mate pull slams into both of us like a physical sledgehammer to the chest.My heart hammers wildly against my ribs, my wolf throwing her head back and roaring in pure, unadulterated triumph. A wave of scorching, electric heat rushes down between my thighs, making my breath hitch sharply. Jackson’s pupils dilate until his eyes are almost comp
"You look pathetic trying to play the dutiful bride, Ada."Micheal sneers in my ear, his hand gripping my elbow with forced possessiveness as we stand on the grand marble balcony overlooking the engagement hall.Three royal packs fill the room below, their high-ranking warriors and nobles drinking expensive wine under crystal chandeliers. Cecelia stands right next to Elizabeth at the head table, wearing a dress of dark silk, smiling like she already owns the throne, the pack, and the future. I wear a gown of pure, blinding white, looking like the perfect, innocent sacrifice they all expect me to be.Micheal looks so proud, puffing his chest out as if he has already won the world.The Alpha of Silverfang, my biological uncle, steps to the center of the raised dais with a ceremonial silver bowl and a sharp dragon-bone knife. He clears his throat, his deep voice carrying over the crowd."By ancient tradition," the Silverfang Alpha announces, "we ask Ada of Silverfang to step forward, cut
"You're going to break your hand hitting the oak tree like that, Silverfang."Lambert's voice comes cold and flat from the edge of the tree line.I don't pause my sequence. I drive a hard back-fist into the splintered wood, my wolf roaring in my veins, feeding strength into my young body. Lambert stands in the shadows for ten full minutes, his sharp blue eyes tracking every lethal pivot, every military strike pattern of the Poseidon vanguard. He does not ask another question. He turns on his heel and disappears silently into the dark forest.I keep striking until my knuckles bleed.For the next two weeks, I live in total secret discipline. I train my body until my muscles scream, and I work with the ancient pulse inside my womb, teaching the pup's energy to form an invisible barrier around my mind, building an absolute immunity to silver poison. During the day, I play the complete fool. When Elizabeth sends instructors to evaluate my Luna posture, I spill tea on my silk skirts. When M
"Ada, good morning! I brought your favorite lavender mocha from the café."Young Micheal stands in the open doorway of my academy dorm room, holding a paper cup with a dimpled, gentle smile. He looks so young, so untouched by the rot and cruelty that will consume him over the next five years. His black eyes shine with fake warmth, the exact look he gave me before he let me drown in the silver pool and watched the blade sever my neck.My heart thumps once against my ribs, a dark, heavy pulse of old pain trying to surface. I crush it instantly, turning my inner state to pure ice."I don't want it," I say, my voice completely flat and dead. "And I don't want you. Don't come near me again. I don't mate with men who die screaming."Micheal’s easy smile freezes for a fraction of a second, his dark eyebrows pulling together in confusion. He lets out a short, uncomfortable laugh, taking a step closer to my doorway, holding the warm cup out toward me."Is this a joke, Ada?" Micheal asks, his v
“I can’t… I can’t breathe…”Darkness slams into my chest. A heavy heartbeat thumps inside my skull. Then screaming, a high-pitched, desperate sound tearing right out of my own throat. My voice sounds different. Younger. Raw.I wake up choking, clawing at my neck, expecting the cold wetness of my own warm blood streaming down my collarbones.My hands hit smooth skin. No gaping wound. No severed bone. No hot silver blade slicing through my flesh.I scramble backward on the mattress, gasping for air as my lungs expand with clean, fresh air. I stare down at my hands. They are small, unblemished, and pale. The thick scars from the silver chains are gone. The dirt under my fingernails is gone. I am lying in my old twin bed inside the Bloodmoon Academy dorm room. The faded cotton blanket covers my legs, and the afternoon sunlight pours softly through the clean glass window.My heart races against my ribs like a trapped bird.I tumble out of bed, my bare feet hitting the wooden floorboards, a
"Healer Thomas, check her pulse before we throw her corpse to the rogue dogs!"Elizabeth’s shrill command cuts through the freezing air of the underground medical chamber as my soaking, waterlogged body is dumped hard onto the blood-stained slab.I lie paralyzed, unable to move a single muscle, but my hearing is sharp and hyper-focused. Silver water leaks from my nostrils, burning my sinus passages. Healer Thomas rushes to my side, pressing his trembling hands over my drenched lower stomach. A faint golden glow radiates from his palms as his diagnostic magic sinks into my core.Suddenly, Healer Thomas gasps, stumbling back two paces, his eyes wide with absolute horror and awe."By the Goddess," Healer Thomas breathes out, his voice shaking violently. "She has two heartbeats. The pup... the pup survived the silver! It transformed! It is tenfold stronger than a normal royal lineage!"Before the old man can take another breath or call out to the guards, a sharp metallic flash slices thro







