LOGINThe blinding silver explosion fades into pitch blackness.Silence follows.When Morgana opens her eyes, the world is cold, quiet, and dark.Tall pine branches rustle softly above her head. The chill of the night wind blows gently across her bare skin.Her mind is a total blank. She tries to reach into her thoughts to grasp a memory, a name, or a face, but there is nothing. She does not know who she is, where she came from, or how she ended up lying alone in these deep, dark woods.Then, a high, fragile cry shatters the quiet.It is a baby's cry.Morgana blinks through her hazy vision and turns her head. Beside her on a bed of crushed leaves lies a tiny, wriggling infant, covered in blood and slick fluids.Morgana looks down at herself. Her white dress is torn, stained, and soaked in dark red blood. Pain throbs low in her hips, heavy and dull, telling her body what her memory cannot.She does not remember her past, but as her eyes land on the crying newborn, a sudden, overwhelming warm
Beta Silas falls to his knees, his hands trembling violently. Tears of madness fill his eyes as he stares at the dying queen lying in her own blood.“How could you be so wicked?” Silas chokes out, his voice cracking with unhinged grief. “I was finally going to have you! I came back for you! But you choose death instead!”Queen Evangeline looks at him through hazy, fading eyes. Blood leaks past her lips as she lets out a weak, raspy laugh.“I told you twenty-five years ago, Silas. We can never be together after you betrayed me.”“No!” Silas screams, reaching a desperate hand out toward her bloody shoulder.Before his fingers can touch her skin, Kieran's right arm transforms into a colossal black wolf claw. With a deadly, blinding swipe, Kieran strikes Beta Silas across the chest.The heavy force throws Silas backward through the night air. He crashes onto the hard stones ten feet away, sliding across the dirt and spitting a mouthful of dark red blood.“Ahhh!” Morgana screams again, her
Morgana grips Kieran's shirt tightly, tears spilling over her lashes as the contraction slowly passes, leaving her weak and trembling.“Mother, I... it hurts,” she cries out, her voice breaking.“Let's take her to the royal doctor,” the queen mother says, turning on her heel.They all hurry toward the exit.Kieran runs with frantic, powerful strides, carrying Morgana as if she weighs nothing at all.He's torn. Between his responsibilities as a king, a son, a husband, a brother, and a father.His mother leads the way, while his little sister tries her best to keep up, her small hand clutching the edge of Kieran's tunic.Morgana writhes in his arms, her body shaking as another wave of pressure builds low in her pelvis.The child is set on coming out. The natural force is overwhelming her body, demanding her to yield to the birth whether the castle is under siege or not.“Stay strong, my love,” Kieran murmurs down to her, his breath warm against her temple as he charges down the final st
“Kieran…” Morgana whispers softly, her gray eyes shining with happy tears. "It’s time. Our baby is coming.”Kieran opens his mouth to reply, his eyes widening with realization, however, before a single word can leave his lips, a long, bloodcurdling howl tears through the night.It is a war cry.In the distance, grunts of wolves fighting, clashing steel, and screams of terror ring out from the lower village.Kieran looks out the window. Shadows move frantically across the courtyard below. The pack is under attack.The sheer shock of the sound startles Morgana. Her whole body jerks, and a violent wave of pressure slams into her lower belly.Pain shoots up her spine like hot fire.“Ahhh!” she cries out, her voice cracking as her first real contraction grips her whole body.She clutches her stomach, her fingers digging deep into the soft white fabric of her silk gown. “Kieran…”Kieran hurries back to her side, dropping to his knees beside her on the rug, his hands hovering over her trembl
Before Kieran can step forward, Morgana places a gentle, firm hand on his wrist, staying him.She takes a step forward, standing directly beneath the towering gaze of the elders. A quiet, terrifying stillness falls over her. Deep within her pupils, a faint, ethereal silver light flickers, a subtle pulse of ancient spiritual energy that fills the room with an undeniable, suffocating weight.The elders gasp at the aura radiating off her, several of them stumbling back into their seats as the raw, divine pressure washes over them.“You speak of strength, Elder Malakai,” Morgana says, her voice smooth, calm, and ringing with an otherworldly authority that echoes through the stone walls. “I survived the abuse of the beta's household.”She lifts her chin, her eyes locking onto Malakai until the old noble breaks eye contact, trembling beneath her gaze of the woman he just called a low born.“I did not ask for a crown,” Morgana continues, her voice firm and unwavering. “I was chosen by the Go
“No, Your Grace,” Morgana stammers, her voice barely a whisper. “I only... I know what I am to this palace. To the elders. To you.”“What you were,” Evangeline corrects sharply, stepping closer and reaching down to catch Morgana by the elbow, pulling her firmly up to her feet. “You were a servant. But the moment you bled for your king, I saw your sacrifice."Morgana stares at the Queen Mother, her chest heaving, utterly speechbound.“I called the guards,” Evangeline continues, turning toward the door as it swings open, “to bring the royal seamstress and the head butler. If you are to stand beside my son when he addresses the High Council tomorrow, you will not look like a servant. You will wear the robes of a Luna.”Morgana eyes widen with tears.Two elderly attendants hurry into the room, bowing low before the Queen and Morgana.Evangeline turns back to Morgana, her gaze softening just a fraction. “You proved your strength at the eastern border. Kieran told me what happened. You prot
“Alpha Kieran! Help me!” I scream.The words tear from my throat, raw and desperate, echoing against the stone walls of the chamber.For one fleeting second, I believe the door will burst open. I believe my mate will stride inside, his silver eyes blazing with the protective fury I witnessed in the
“You're just a lowly servant!” Lady Victoria screams. “How dare you touch my Alpha? How dare you kiss him with your filthy mouth?!” The world spins as my heart stops. I'm doomed. She knows. Of course she knows. There are always eyes. Always ears. Always someone watching. I was a fool to
~~•~♡~•~~ “No! Alpha…” I say softly, forcing a smile I don’t feel, trying to remain calm. “Please. Allow me this small mystery for tonight. I promise our next encounter will be different.” He studies me for a long moment, his gaze heavy with suspicion. I can feel the decision forming behind his
~~~▪☆▪~~~ I stand there, paralyzed, looking into eyes that hold a brewing storm. I’m a servant in a borrowed dress, a girl who scrubs filth from stone floors and survives on scraps from the kitchen trash. Because of that, they call me Raccoon, a scavenger in the dark, and I'm fated to the King







