LOGINElariana is nothing more than a broken, white-haired servant in the very pack that condemned her parents. Her power is bound, her spirit crushed into the lowest Omega rank, while Kian—the son of the current Alpha—treats her with merciless cruelty. She’s wasting away before everyone’s eyes, kept alive only by the faint growl of her inner wolf. No one knows that the fragile, submissive girl is in truth the last descendant of the Ancient and Most Powerful Wolf Bloodline. Zander—known as Zane—is the Alpha of a rival pack. A furious, possessive man ruled by primal instincts. The world fears him as the strongest Alpha alive, whispered to have even killed his own brother. Yet through the dark haze of his rage, an unexpected encounter breaks through. When Zane senses the fated bond, his wild, protective instinct surges to the surface. With a single, brutal look, he claims the abused girl as his own, declaring that his Little One is now the Mate of the great Alpha. But trust cannot be bought. Zane battles the shadows of his past, while Elariana fears the dominance that the Alpha embodies. And when a vicious rumor spreads—that Elariana is a spy planted by his enemies—will Zane’s raging wolf see through the crimson haze before he shatters the heart of the last heir to the Ancient Bloodline?
View MoreThree Years Later The great hall of the pack house, once dark and imposing, was now filled with life, laughter, and the warm scent of freshly baked pastries. Afternoon sunlight painted long, golden streaks across the wooden floor, where a dozen wolf pups were tumbling over one another in play. “You’ll never catch me, Mom!” a small boy’s voice rang out, bright as silver. Laughing, Elariana darted around one of the pillars. Her hair was no longer pulled into a tight bun; a few loose strands danced around her face as she chased after her son. Little Aiden, three years old, had inherited his father’s dark hair and steely gaze, but his movements carried his mother’s lightness, and in his eyes shimmered that ancient, silvery glow that marked the blood of the Luna. “I bet I will, you little rascal!” Elariana teased, making a playful dive and nearly catching the hem of his shirt. Giggling, Aiden fled onward, tumbling over a pile of soft cushions the o
Zane Two weeks had passed since the blood-soaked dawn, and by today there was no trace of destruction left in the castle courtyard. Every member of the pack had taken part in the rebuilding, as if the physical labor itself could help bury the last shadows of the past. But in truth, it was not the repaired walls that brought peace. It was the woman standing beside me now on the ceremonial platform. The sun shimmered silver on the snow-covered mountain peaks, just as it did on the tiny diamonds and hand-embroidered golden vines of Elariana’s Luna cloak. She was beautiful. Far more than a queen. She was a living monument of hope. Her posture was confident, and the fragile fear that had haunted her for so long was gone from her eyes. The ancient Luna blood had awakened not only her healing power, but also the inner dignity that had always lived within her. The pack watched the ritual in reverent silence. Hundreds of wolves and humans had gathered to witness the
Zane The smoke drifting above the courtyard and the frozen traces of battle slowly began to fade, but the air still vibrated with the incredible, ancient power Elariana had unleashed. Shifting back from my wolf form, I hurriedly pulled on a pair of trousers one of my warriors handed me, yet I could not take my eyes off my mate for even a second. I had thought she would collapse from exhaustion after defeating Kian. But Elariana did not collapse. She stood in the center of the courtyard, her hair shimmering silver in the rising wind, her gaze—so often frightened in the past—now clear and resolute. “Gather the wounded,” I commanded, my voice thundering through the sudden silence. “Bring them here. To the Luna.” My pack obeyed, though many of them were still in shock from what they had witnessed. The warriors who would have gladly died for me now looked at her with uncertainty, almost reverence. Elariana moved forward. She wore no cloak, n
Elariana The snow almost hissed beneath my paws as the white-hot light pouring from within me flooded my fur. I felt not only the strength of my own wolf, but something far older, something that had slept in my blood for generations, waiting for the moment when love and hatred would call it forth together. Zane lay beside me, his bleeding slowing as the healing energy flowing from my paw sealed his wounds. But Kian’s voice, that silky, cruel tone that had haunted my nightmares for years, was more real now than ever. “Just look at this…” Kian stepped down from the terrace, his eyes wide with greed. “Not just a useless omega I cast aside. Ancient Alpha blood. An ancient Luna. The healer whispered about in legends. That’s why she endured in the storeroom. That’s why she never broke.” The Black Rock wolves surrounding us hesitated. The air vibrated with tension. The presence of the ancient Luna was a power every wolf instinctively wanted to bow to—except
Elariana After that morning, the world changed. Not because the colors grew brighter or the air cleaner, but because I felt my own weight on the ground differently. The mark pulsing on my neck Zane’s mark felt like a constant, burning reminder that I was no longer alone. Through the b
Zane Every second that passed without an answer felt like another knife twisting into my conscience. I knelt beside her, helpless and cowardly, waiting for judgment. My wolf, who only moments ago had ruled the moment with pride, now cowered in the farthest corner of my mind, whimperin
Elariana Every part of my body felt heavy, but it was a sweet kind of exhaustion, not the numbing, hollow fatigue I had known within the walls of Black Rock. Zane helped me up, his movements infinitely gentle now. He lifted me into his arms and carried me to the bathing room as if he
Zane The air froze around us, the silence of the bedroom broken only by our ragged breathing. Elariana knelt astride my hips, her body pale as a white lily in the dim light of dawn. I felt the tremble of her thighs against mine, and I knew that for her this moment was the end of a wor
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