LOGIN"You were his Luna," Lucien’s voice was silk wrapped in steel, his golden eyes burning through the shadows. "But you were always meant to be mine." Evelara’s breath hitched, though her tone was cold. "You think I’ll fall into your bed just because you’re the Supreme?" A dark smirk curved his lips. "No. You’ll fall because your body remembers what your heart refuses to admit… that I’m the bond he never deserved." ——————— Evelara Stormrune’s life shatters the moment she finds her mate, Alpha Callum Brooksbane, entangled with his mistress. Worse, the son she had devoted her life to, had wanted his father's mistress to become his mother. Betrayed. Humiliated. Rejected. She walks away, determined never to let a man define her again. But fate isn’t finished with her… When the Alpha Supreme, Lucien Virek, takes notice of the broken Luna, Evelara is pulled into a dangerous game of desire, vengeance, and secrets buried deeper than the bloodlines of their kind. Lucien is everything Callum is not—ruthless, untouchable, intoxicating. Yet he hides scars as jagged as her own. Now, caught between the wreckage of her past and the fire of a forbidden bond, Evelara must decide: Will she surrender to the King who could consume her whole… or will she rise from the ashes and make even a Lycan kneel?
View MoreEVELARAEvery corner of the Valtherion palace was humming with celebration, of union, of survival, of choices made against impossible odds, and of love that had been burned, and yet remained unbroken.I, the Luna of the Valtherion, stood at the edge of the dais, breathing in the fresh breeze and watching Mount healers and lycans interacting with each other freely.Yes, Luna. Lucien and I had our mating ceremony along with Aureliane and Leo, once we returned to Valtherion. It was a grand event that people are still talking about after a week.And as for the Mount healers— we did not remain in the pages of forgotten history anymore, but we have come out.Our legacy had returned, restored and proud, and I had been named the next queen of the Mount Healers, a role I embraced with pride and humility, standing also as the Luna of Valtherion.People are eagerly knowing about us, with awe, and appreciation.Everyone was enjoying the ceremonial grandeur. The gathered clans, the elegant feasts,
The morning light spilled over Mount Air calmly, which felt fresh after a long time since I came to the Healing tribe.I watched Aureliane as she stood at the edge of the eastern fountain, her posture upright, steady, and entirely her own. Leo stood beside her.His dark eyes, usually sharp with command, were tempered with patience. Something I had never noticed in him before.It's time, some unpleasant past should remain buried…“I choose this,” Aureliane exhaled softly, her voice low but unwavering, and with that declaration, the energy of the entire courtyard shifted, the space that had held tension for so long, now realigning in acknowledgment.Leo’s lips curved, sort of a triumph smirk. “As you will,” he murmured.And with that, the bond between them settled, gentle and luminous, wrapping around them like a river finding its course, harmonious and unforced.Mama stepped forward, her expression a mixture of relief and quiet pride. She had carried the weight of secrecy, guarding trut
Quietness… That was the only sense I had where I was standing.A place that was not sky and not earth, not light and not shadow. The world beneath me shimmered like fractured glass, showing glimpses of what I had left behind: Lucien kneeling over my body, Aureliane clutching Leo’s hand, the Mount Healers working frantically, their voices ragged with fear.As though it was memories of my own.I should have felt something. Yet, I felt nothing, except a second pulse. It was faint, but there. Mine— but not mine.I pressed trembling hands to my stomach.“My child,” I whispered, a thread of voice that seemed to vibrate against the nothingness.As though it shook the hollow and it responded.A presence emerged, something unseen, yet it was felt…“Power demands balance.” A voice echoed in the hollow, neither cruel nor kind.And in answer, beneath me, two paths came into view. One burned with steady gold, radiating warmth and certainty. The other glimmered silver-white, delicate and fragile, ye
EVELARASince childhood we had always learned that war means chaos. We have grown knowing histories where war always came announcing itself with banners and horns, with marching armies and declarations.However, at the moment, all of it turned to lies, or perhaps a new form.It arrived as a scream.The courtyard did not simply break— it split open.The shadow that had struck during our oath did not retreat. It multiplied. It tore itself into fragments of living void and flung them across the mountain like seeds of rot.The sky blackened, swallowing light completely as though it never existed.The frost on the stones hissed into steam as magic collided with magic, raw and uncontrolled.And I stood in the center of it, Lucien’s blood still drying against my palm.“This was never meant to become war,” I heard myself saying, though my voice sounded distant, swallowed by the roar of the land unraveling.Lucien turned toward me, his face streaked with ash and moonlight, eyes burning with fur
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