LOGINShe thought she had everything. A fated mate. A future. A home. Until it all came crashing down. He came back with another woman. A baby in her belly. And just like that, Elara was nothing. Framed for a crime she didn't commit, the only end for her was death. But fate isn’t done with her yet. A stranger steps out of the shadows. Not just any man—the Lycan King. Feared. Hated. Untouchable. Part demon. Part vampire. Part wolf. He doesn't save her, he claims her. Offers her a deal she can’t afford to refuse: Be his Luna for one year. She should’ve said no. But he’s cold fire and temptation wrapped in darkness. And when he touches her, it’s not just her body that trembles—it’s her soul. Now, she’s trapped between two monsters: The mate who wants her back… And the king who never plans to let her go. 🔥 Sneak Peek – Elara’s POV: “Tell me to stop,” he growled, his breath hot against my lips. “One-word, little wolf, and I’ll Walk away.” My heart pounded so hard I thought it might crack my ribs. I should say it. I should. But then he touched me—just a whisper of skin against skin—and the air vanished from my lungs. My mind screamed this is a mistake. But my body… my body had already decided. I leaned in, drawn to him like gravity itself had shifted. “I hate you,” I breathed, and it came out too soft, too broken. He gave me a look that made my knees weak. Dangerous. Hungry. “Then hate me,” he murmured, brushing his lips over mine, “while I make you forget every reason you ever did.”
View More~ELARA~“Where?” I ask, though my voice is barely more than a whisper.“Somewhere that still remembers peace.”He doesn’t wait for my answer. When he ensures that I've been properly treated, he simply leads me away from the healers camp. He leads me away from the battlefield on his horse, from the screams, the smoke, the ghosts. Soldiers that still lingers around part to let us through, bowing their heads.We ride in silence. Past the campfires. Past the wounded. Past the broken banners of a kingdom, Frostfire, that no longer exist from today.It takes time, but eventually, the stench of death fades into the clean scent of rain and pine. The path winds upward, toward a cliff I know too well. It's been a long time since I came here, but I remember each corner like I was here yesterday.The cliff where Dravon and I first met.Where everything began.The wind here is sharp, almost playful, tugging at my hair. The sky stretches open, streaked with gold and violet as
ELARA'S POVThe battlefield is quiet now. Too quiet.Smoke drifts over the land like ghosts who haven’t realized they’re dead yet. The fires still burn in patches, low and tired, like they, too, have had enough of war. The stench of blood lingers in the air, a bitter reminder that victory always tastes like loss.Bodies lie scattered across the bloodied earth. Both our soldiers and the rogues. No sides anymore. Just the dead.I stand in the middle of it all, my sword buried point-first in the ground. My cloak flutters weakly in the wind, and my hands… they’re trembling. I can’t tell if it’s from exhaustion or something deeper.Around me, soldiers move in silence. No cheers. No songs. Just the slow, heavy shuffle of survivors tending to the wounded, whispering prayers for the fallen. They've lost their fellow soldiers in this gruesome war.The healers move around, trying to see if any of our soldiers are still alive amongst the bodies scattered on the floor.The war is o
~MIA~I shift my stance, feet firm on the blood-soaked earth. “You talk too much.”Her eyes narrow. “I’m the Queen of Frostfire. No one dares insult me, nevertheless a sheep masquerading as a wolf. You’ll regret that.”Then she’s moving fast, faster than a wolf should be.She's not lying when she said she's practically a trained assassin. She's good, but I was trained to be smarter.Her blade flashes toward my throat. I duck, the edge slicing a strand of my hair. The air cracks with the force of her swing.I roll aside, come up behind her, slash at her shoulder. She parries easily, the impact ringing through my arms. Sparks fly.“You’re not what I expected,” she admits, twisting her sword in a deadly arc. “But skill isn’t enough. You need the will to kill.”“I have that,” I hiss, blocking her next blow.Our blades lock, faces inches apart. Her eyes gleam with cold amusement. “Prove it.”I shove her back and strike again, a blur of movement and instinct. Every l
MIA'S POVI leave Thorne in the healers camp, rushing down to the battlefield. The healers has assured me that he'll be fine.The air tastes of blood and lightning.Bodies litter the battlefield, steel and claws and ash blending into a single blur of chaos. Wolves snarl, swords clash, and the sky itself seems to bleed with the color of war.As I clutch my sword, ready to fight but then I halt on spotting the King. Anita's rogue are causing havoc as usual, but the King is taking them out without even breaking a sweat. As he moves, rogues who lunges towards him are sent spiralling and eventually dropping dead. He's like a death flame, come close and you'll immediately meet your end.Our soldiers flee away from his path, afraid to get caught up in his wrath.Most of the rogues realizing the King's merciless power, try to run but Micheal and our soldiers chase them down, slaughtering every one of them.The King moves towards Anita and for the first time, her face pales. Her confidence






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