LOGINSkye has spent her whole life being looked down on as the weakest omega in the Silverclaw Pack. Poor, quiet, and always covered in bruises. She’s used to being bullied, ignored, and treated like she doesn’t belong. Especially by Alpha Damian Wolfe—the powerful, cold, and filthy rich Alpha who rules the pack with an iron fist. To everyone else, Damian is untouchable. To Skye, he’s the last wolf she ever wanted to notice her. But on her eighteenth birthday, everything changes. She discovers that the same Alpha who let her suffer in silence is her fated mate. Damian is shocked to learn the fragile omega he never cared about is the one destined to stand beside him. To him, she’s Heaven. But to her, he’s hell. Now Damian will do anything to win her heart, but after years of pain, Skye isn’t so easily swayed. Can he prove that fate made no mistake, or will she run before he ever gets the chance?
View MoreThe castle had always been filled with warmth and laughter, but this time it buzzed with an entirely new kind of energy. The twin daughters of King Damian and Queen Skye were about to enter the Royal Academy. It was the very place where the heirs of noble houses were trained in leadership, combat, history, and the fine arts of ruling.Luna and Sol were born only minutes apart, but their personalities could not have been more different. Sol, the eldest by a breath, was bold and spirited, the kind of girl who walked with her chin lifted and her eyes gleaming with confidence. She had inherited Damian’s sharp gaze and Skye’s stubbornness, a combination that made her naturally magnetic to anyone around her. Wherever Sol went, chatter followed.Luna, on the other hand, was her mirror in appearance yet opposite in spirit. She was quiet, reserved, and far more content to stay in the background. She often hid behind Sol’s shoulder in social gatherings, speaking only when spoken to. Her shyness
Dorian's POVThe academy had become like a second home to me. Its stone walls and tall towers looked intimidating from the outside, but inside, it was alive with chatter, footsteps, and the smell of ink and parchment. By now, almost everyone knew my name. Not because of my family or title—though being Damian’s son carried its own weight—but because I had made a reputation for myself. I was always at the top of the class. The professors loved me, the students either admired me or envied me, and I carried myself with the quiet confidence that came from years of discipline.Still, none of it really mattered to me. The praises, the stares, the whispers that followed me down the hallways—I took them all in stride. I was my father’s son, yes, but I didn’t want to live in his shadow. I wanted to make my own mark, to succeed in my own way.That was my world. Neat, organized, predictable. Until she walked in.It happened on an ordinary morning, during Combat Strategies. I had taken my usual se
Skye’s POV The castle never felt like mine in the beginning. When I first stepped into its vast halls—stone walls rising higher than the eye could see, chandeliers dripping with golden firelight, corridors stretching endlessly like rivers carved from marble—I felt small, almost like an intruder in a life that wasn’t meant for me. I was an orphan once, an omega shunned by the pack, called weak, fragile, unworthy of belonging. Yet here I stood now, Queen of the Lycans, wife to the King whose very name inspired awe and dread—Damian Velaris. But over time, the cold grandeur of the castle softened. The walls no longer loomed; they embraced. The echo of footsteps down the halls was no longer lonely—it was filled with laughter, with tiny feet scampering, with the music of a family built from love. Now, when I walked these polished floors, I didn’t feel small. I felt rooted, like the stones themselves recognized me. Every morning began the same way: sunlight spilling through the high-arc
Damian’s POVEver since we were children, I’ve loved Skye.The first time I saw her is burned into my memory as clearly as the scar across my palm. My father carried her into our home one stormy evening, a bundle of torn blankets in his arms. She was so small, so fragile-looking, her hair tangled and damp, her lips pale. The scent of fear clung to her like smoke, so sharp it made my wolf restless.But it was her eyes that caught me. Wide, dark, searching. Not the eyes of a child who had lived safely, but of someone who had been running far too long. A cornered creature that expected the world to strike again at any moment.I later learned her parents had left her to die in the woods. My father’s patrol found her half-frozen, her breath shallow, a trembling shadow of what a pup should be.That night, as thunder cracked and rain beat against the windows, I sat in the hallway outside the chamber where they laid her down to rest. I couldn’t explain it then—I was too young—but something sh
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