LOGINShe was never meant to matter. Until she became the spark that could shatter an entire world. Rory has always lived at the bottom of the pack—an orphaned omega, overlooked, unloved, and invisible. She expected the Moon Festival to be just another night spent watching from the shadows. Instead, it became the moment everything changed. When a rogue wolf attacks, Rory doesn’t run. She leaps into the fray to save a child—and in that instant, her first shift explodes from within her. But this is no ordinary transformation. She doesn’t just shift. She awakens. Before a stunned crowd, Rory kills a rogue mid-air with the fury and grace of an Alpha... and draws the attention of the last wolves anyone would expect: the Alpha’s triplet sons. Kael — the heir with haunted eyes. Thorne — the untamed warrior with a heart of fire. Riven — the ruthless tactician who trusts no one. One mate would’ve been impossible. But all three? It’s not fate. It’s a prophecy. And a curse. “Three sons. One moon. One mate. Choose wrong, and the pack will fall.”
View MoreThe world narrowed to fire.My body trembled, drenched in sweat, every muscle straining against the relentless waves ofpain that ripped through me. My screams echoed into the night sky, mingling with the chants ofthe seer and the cries of the pack. The air was thick with tension, hope, and fear.Kael’s hand never left mine. His grip was iron, steady even when I crushed his fingers until hisknuckles whitened. His forehead pressed against mine, his lips brushing my damp skin as hewhispered again and again, “You can do this, my love. You’re stronger than this pain. You’restronger than all of it.”I wanted to believe him.I wanted to remember that I had survived betrayals, loss, war, and heartbreak. That I had risenthrough ashes when the world wanted me broken. That I had endured when even the godsseemed to curse me. But in that moment, I was nothing but raw, breathless agony.And yet… beneath the agony, something stirred. Something ancient. Something powerful.The prophecy.“The M
The night was silent when the pyres were built.Not a single wolf howled, not a single child cried. It was as if the entire pack held its breath,waiting, mourning in the same heavy silence that pressed against my chest.I stood at the heart of the grounds, Kael’s hand warm and steady in mine, and looked upon thewooden structures raised before us. Each pyre bore a name etched into stone and carved intomemory—Riven, Lyra, Elder Darius, Thorne. And beside them, a smaller mound, where flowershad been laid for Celina’s child.The air was thick with grief and smoke. Torches burned low, their flames licking at the sky, butoffering no warmth. All around me, my pack—their pack, our pack—stood shoulder to shoulder,heads bowed, eyes glistening. The weight of their loss pressed down like a mountain.But it was not just theirs. It was mine too.I stepped forward, Kael’s hand slipping from mine as he let me go, giving me the space to lead.My heart thundered in my chest, my body trembling ben
The council chamber smelled of smoke and old wood, and for the first time since I had set foot init, the elders’ eyes were fixed on me—not as an outsider, not as the cursed girl they oncewhispered about, not as a bond they couldn’t understand—but as their Luna.It should have been empowering. Instead, the weight of it pressed against my shoulders until Ithought I might buckle.I stood at the head of the long stone table, Kael beside me, his presence solid, grounding, evenwhen his jaw was tight and his eyes shadowed by loss. Around us, the elders shifted in theirseats, their voices rising, clashing like blades.“The people demand answers!” Elder Naida snapped. “Whispers of Celeste’s spirit spread likewildfire. They fear she lingers, that her curse has not lifted.”“They fear weakness,” Jorah growled, his massive hands clenched into fists. “And weakness willdestroy us faster than any spirit.”“And whose fault is that?” another elder hissed. “The king is gone, his mate murdered, o
The night carried a stillness that should have been comforting, but wasn’t.Moonlight poured over the valley, silver and soft, brushing against the roofs of the fortress andthe sweeping line of trees that encircled our lands. Wolves slept in their dens, children curledagainst their mothers, warriors sprawled on the training grounds, resting after another gruelingday of patrols. From a distance, it might have seemed like peace.But peace was fragile.I could feel it—thin, brittle, stretched taut like glass ready to shatter. It hummed in the air, itthrobbed in the bond between Kael and me, it whispered in the way the pack looked over theirshoulders at shadows that weren’t there.Celina was gone. Her madness had ended in a cliff’s fall and shattered bones, her screams carriedaway by the wind. And yet, her presence lingered.Not her. Not really.But her mother. Celeste. The darkness that had coiled in the edges of our lives since the day Ihad bound myself to the triplets still ling






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