“How dare you touch my woman?!” Everyone gasped at Nathaniel’s words. My prosecutors released me and I stood frozen on the spot as I glared at my Savior. The man who I had come to know to be my mate… was in fact the Alpha of my Pack— Alpha Nathaniel Dark wood… ______ Riya is a young orphan mistreated and bullied by her stepmother and step-sister. Things worsen when her stepmother announces that she has been sold to an old merchant to be his bride. In a fit to seize her life, she makes a run for it and runs into her fated mate— Alpha Nathaniel— who saves her from the wicked clutches of her abusive family. Now Riya must prove herself worthy of being the Luna of the pack through trials and deceptions and obstacles set for her by her jealous step-sister and dark witches seeking to destroy the pack. Will Riya succeed in proving herself worthy of being Luna or will her sister and the dark forces defeat her in the end?
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“Pack up.” My stepmother announced, carelessly dropping her tea mug on a wooden coffee table. The content spilled, causing a dark pigment on the table. “Your new owner is coming to pick you up.” "A new owner? What do you mean? I don't understand.” I staggered back a bit almost colliding with the brown accent chair Dad used to sit on during his sick days, sweat beads beginning to form on my forehead. Why was going on now?! Don't tell me they want to let me off now?! "Hold your peace, or rather hold in your breath. I'll make you understand now in a jiffy.” My stepsister, Ama, interrupted curtly. I turned to face her, my heart quite pounding heavily against my chest with sweat starting to form on my back, even my stomach churned. I knew Ama’s never had anything good to say. Her expression was as annoying as always, even just as she began to speak. “You... you are getting betrothed to Sir Brandon today! Tada!” Brandon?! What?! The most promiscuous man in the whole of River Heart Pack?! My legs shivered, and a sharp pang of pain grabbed my temples, with my heart setting about, skipping in million beats. "What do you mean by that? Why am I getting married to Sir Brandon?!” I rubbed my sweaty palms on my long flowery faded skirts and wiped off the perspiration gathering on my forehead. “Is all I am to the both of you just an item that can be sold off at any time of your choice?!” They treated me so less, for I didn't have any status in the Pack, not even a status as low as an Omega, but I didn't know it was to this extent, “I'm not a merchandise, and I refuse to be sold off like I mean nothing!" The idea of being married off to someone older than most in the Pack— even my own father— irked me. What the heck?! I'm not going to be a good girl this time round! Ama rose from her seat, and came to place a hand on my left shoulder. “You can not escape this, baby girl. Your fate has been written, and you cannot change it now, unfortunately for you!” I pushed Ama’s hand off of my shoulder and faced my stepmother, my eyes subtly pleading. “Tell me what she's saying is not true, Stepmother.” It seemed as though Ama was not ready to take a break yet, as she sighed and wore on her face a mischievous smirk, “Ow! don't feel too miserable! Think of this as a lucky chance, yeah?!” “You don't have a mate, neither have you connected with your wolf, yet someone is willing to have you! Isn't that so beautiful?!” Ama’s words and actions had become so cliché that I was no longer bothered, so I returned my attention to my stepmother, grabbing her hand this time, “You can't do this to me, ma'am! I've served you and did everything you want all my life. Please, don't do this to me!” My stepmother jerked off my hands, violently, as if they were plagued. "You sure have grown some gut! Touch me one more time and that would be the end of your filthy hands! Go and pack up your things now!” I stumbled over the glass center table at the impact of the push, hitting my back on the cold, hard floor, and spraining my knees. Pleading would not change a thing; I should have known. With tears looming this time, and my chest tightening, I picked up myself and tried again. I needed to fight— fight to regain my right! "This is my home, stepmother!"✓Kiergan The sun refused to rise. At least, that’s what it felt like. The sky overhead remained stained in a bruised twilight, the horizon bleeding with crimson streaks as if the earth itself had suffered a wound. No birds chirped. No breeze stirred. Everything was frozen—watching, waiting. I stood by the edge of the cliff where the owl had spoken to me, its final words echoing like a curse in my bones: “You must choose between loyalty and destiny.” And now, every breath I took tasted like ash. Joanna stood behind me, silent. She hadn’t asked what the owl said—hadn’t needed to. She knew something had shifted inside me. The others were still asleep, curled into the broken shelter we’d crafted from tree limbs and earth-rooted rocks. But my mind was elsewhere. “Do you think the Moon Goddess sent it?” I asked without turning around. Joanna’s voice came low and hoarse. “The owl?” “No. The message.” She hesitated. “The Moon Goddess doesn’t always speak in riddles… but when
✓KierganI never thought pain could be this clarifying.The forest burned behind us. Every breath I took carried the scent of smoke, ash, and blood. Thane leaned heavily against me, his shoulder torn open from our last encounter with the werewolf sentries. Joanna supported Akira, who had barely spoken since her vision had passed. She was pale, trembling, but her eyes shimmered with eerie light—wisdom far beyond her age.“Are we safe here?” Joanna asked, crouching beside a massive boulder, partially hidden beneath the roots of a crooked old tree.“No,” I answered honestly. “But it’s the best we’ve got.”We’d escaped the coven’s prison, but barely. And with Orion gone…I shook the thought. The memory of his sacrifice—his howl as the witches descended, his eyes locked on mine as he closed the gate behind us—still burned brighter than the fire around us.Joanna moved to check on Thane’s wound, her hands surprisingly steady. I knelt beside Akira. Her small frame curled like a leaf, but whe
✓ KierganThe ground beneath me shook—not with the force of an earthquake, but with something deeper. Something older.Thane was screaming. No—changing. His bones cracked like firewood as the curse from Tséyaa twisted him into something unholy. I tried to lunge forward, to reach him before it was too late, but invisible roots coiled around my ankles like serpents, locking me in place.“Thane!” I roared, the word tearing from my throat like a guttural command.His body spasmed. His eyes—once clear and sharp with loyalty—now shimmered obsidian. Veins of black fire crawled across his skin, turning him into a grotesque silhouette of himself. Wings, leathery and tattered, burst from his back, and horns began to sprout from his skull.“He made his choice,” Tséyaa whispered behind me, her breath cold against the nape of my neck. “Power has its price.”My fists clenched. I could feel my wolf scratching at the surface, howling inside my chest to be let out.Not yet, I told him. We need to see.
✓KierganThe smoke hadn’t even cleared before the grief settled into my bones like a frostbite that wouldn’t thaw.I stood there, trembling, eyes fixed on the spot where Orion had fallen—his blood still steaming on the scorched grass. His sacrifice had saved us. Saved me. And now, the guilt was clawing at my insides, more feral than any wolf that ever lived in me.“Move!” Joanna’s voice cracked, part scream, part sob. She was dragging Thane’s limp form away from the field, barely able to support his weight. Her golden hair was plastered to her face with blood and ash. “Kiergan, please!”But I couldn’t move. My feet were buried in the dirt like the roots of an ancient tree, and my mind screamed at me to run, to go back, to tear into the enemy again—even though they were all dead or scattered. All I could think about was Orion’s eyes, the way they had searched for mine in those final seconds, calm in the face of death.I failed him.Joanna screamed my name this time, not in anger but de
✓ KierganThe scream that left Thane’s mouth was unlike anything I had ever heard—not even the wolves howled that way. It tore through the air like a dying god’s roar, cracked and boiling with agony. His body convulsed under the black magic, limbs distorting and pulsing with unnatural light. His eyes, once amber and bold, now gleamed a sickly green, and his veins bulged like thorned roots beneath his skin.“Thane!” I surged forward, but the two guards—half-shadow, half-man—held me back with talon-like hands. My heart pounded, a war drum in my chest, as I watched my best friend collapse to his knees, claws erupting from his fingers, black horns curling from his head. Not wolf. Not man. Something… other.“What are you doing to him?!” Joanna screamed.The Head Witch’s voice came smooth and unbothered. “Fixing what should have never been broken. Power, dearest Joanna, always demands a shape. He offered himself, so I merely... reshaped him.”“You’re killing him!”“No,” she purred, “I’m fre
✓ KierganThe Head Witch reached me, crouching before me, and grabbed my chin, her sharp nails subtly digging into my skin. I winced quietly and tried to wriggle my head out of her grip, but my head remained still within her grip, unmoving. She was incredibly strong. She released my chin, and began to trace her finger across and about my face, her lips curved into a sinister smile. "You sure are a handsome one, little child. Just like I've been told." "What do you want with us?! Why are we here?" I asked, gritting my teeth to keep in check the repulse I felt as her fingers roamed my face. "You're at the right place, my darling." I scoffed. "I'm not dumb! Save that for your loyal dogs here!" She threw a slap across my face, and immediately took my cheeks between her palms, her eyes sympathizing, and sharp. Her hands were icy cold. "So sorry! So sorry, my darling." She said hurriedly, kissing her teeth, while she stood up, and began to walk back to her throne, her waist edging fro
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