LOGINHe’s the Alpha King—untouchable, cold, and already engaged to the princess of another pack. But when he catches the scent of a female omega servant hiding behind the banquet hall, the bond snaps into place. She’s his true mate. His real Luna. And once he touches her, he can’t stop. Now he’s sneaking away from the princess to mark the omega in secret… but how long before the whole kingdom finds out?
View MoreLucien stood at the edge of the eastern balcony, his hands gripping the cold stone railing hard enough to crack it. The wind whipped through his dark hair, but he barely felt it. His wolf was restless—snarling, pacing beneath his skin, demanding one thing: Go to her. He could still feel Aria’s fear. It lingered on her scent like smoke. It had been wrong—so wrong—to leave her alone after what Celine had done. But if he had stayed, he might’ve ripped someone’s throat out. Maybe even Celine’s.He was the Alpha King—chosen by blood, bound by destiny, revered as the protector of all. But when the moment came, he hesitated. He faltered. And in that silence, everything burned. He had failed—not just as a king, but as a mate, a leader, a legend. “Lucien.”He didn’t need to turn to know who it was—Celine’s voice slithered across the balcony like frost, elegant and controlled, each word laced with the quiet venom of a polished threat. “You're not sleeping,” she said, stepping into view. H
The dawn was bleeding over the kingdom like spilled wine, painting the castle walls in fiery streaks of red and gold that promised a new day but whispered of inevitable endings, as if the light itself carried the weight of all the secrets, betrayals, and heartaches hidden behind those ancient stones. Each ray seemed to burn with bittersweet hope, illuminating a world on the edge—caught between the fragile beauty of beginnings and the harsh certainty of what must come to pass.But inside, beneath the polished marble floors and silk-draped windows, a far darker storm was brewing—one that no sunlight could chase away, swirling quietly yet relentlessly, threatening to unravel everything that had been carefully built.Celine stood in the shadowed recesses of the royal gallery, her eyes locked on the fragile blossom of the cherry tree outside—its pale petals trembling softly in the morning breeze, delicate and fleeting, like a whispered promise that might be broken with the slightest touch.
The castle was quiet at midnight.Too quiet.The kind of quiet that presses against your skin like a threat, curling into your ears and settling in your bones. The kind of quiet where secrets bloom in the shadows, whispering through stone halls, waiting to be found—or to find you first. It was the stillness before a scream, the breath before a storm. Every candle flicker felt like a warning, every echo like a ghost. The silence wasn't peace. It was a predator holding its breath.Aria couldn’t sleep—not that she really had, not since the announcement. The Royal Decree had sealed her fate. There was no escaping it now. The wedding would happen in two days. Lucien would belong to Celine. The kingdom would celebrate.And she would break.Alone.She crept out of her tiny servant’s chamber and wandered the outer gardens barefoot, letting the cold stone numb her feet and the moonlight paint her skin silver. The wind whispered through the trees, tugging at her long brown hair, and she tilted
Morning came wrapped in fog and judgment.The sun barely cut through the gray skies hanging over the castle, but the inner courtyard was already filled with murmurs, nobles, and soldiers standing at attention as Princess Celine stepped forward to address the court. Her gown shimmered with white gold thread, and her expression was regal, cruel, and victorious.Lucien stood beside her—silent, armored, and cold—like a statue carved from frost and steel, his expression unreadable, eyes fixed on the horizon as if trying to will her return. The air between them was heavy with unsaid words and tense anticipation. Aria was nowhere in sight, and the longer her absence stretched, the more it gnawed at the edge of hope. Not that she could be. She was hidden beneath the kitchens, tucked behind the stone ovens, her heart pounding in her chest as she tried not to cry. Magda had ordered her to stay hidden, and this time, Aria didn’t argue. Because this time, the court wasn’t just whispering about w
The castle was a labyrinth, a maze of stone and corridors, its grandeur both a blessing and a curse. Aria had been working here for nearly two years, sweeping the endless halls, tending to the needs of the royal family, and performing tasks far below the dignity of anyone with any real standing. Bu
The moon hung high in the sky, casting a pale glow over the castle as Aria walked down the narrow corridor. The air felt heavy, laden with the unspoken tension that had been building ever since the night she had seen Lucien’s eyes. His gaze lingered on her, haunted her, and yet, she couldn’t bring
The grand hall had never felt as suffocating as it did tonight. Aria tried to keep her head down as she moved between the long banquet tables, carrying trays of food and drinks to the guests, but the weight of Lucien’s gaze was never far behind. It was as though the whole room had become a prison,
The days that followed were a blur of shadows, whispers, and the unbearable tension that gnawed at Aria’s heart. The bond between her and Lucien pulled at her constantly, like an invisible thread tying her to him, even though she had no right to be near him. She spent her days hiding, keeping her h
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