MasukFor eighteen years, Xian'na has known only servitude and scorn within the Blue Moon Pack. An orphaned, wolfless maid, she endures the relentless bullying of her tormentor, Jerick, the pack's arrogant future Alpha. Her quiet existence shatters on her 18th birthday when she is hit with the unmistakable scent of a mating bond—to none other than Jerick himself. But his cruelty knows no bounds. Driven by pride and a dismissive judgment of her wolfless status and unknown origins, Jerick rejects her, leaving Xian'na broken and humiliated. Yet, in the depths of that pain, something awakens. The rejection is the catalyst that unleashes the truth of her bloodline: Xian'na is the long-lost daughter of Xi'an, the Alpha of all Alphas and the Queen of all. She is the sister to the most powerful Alphas in the world, and far from being wolfless, she harbors a hidden, powerful Alpha female and a fierce wolf spirit within. As her ancient power erupts, Xian'na transforms from a powerless maid into a force of nature. Now, she must embrace her true heritage and the powerful wolf she kept hidden, not just to survive, but to claim the reign that is rightfully hers. Jerick’s rejection was merely the beginning of her destiny.
Lihat lebih banyakxian'na pov the silence was absolute, a perfect, heavy blanket over the Floating Island. After the deafening, brutal gale, the stillness felt more unnerving than the chaos had. The ancient, moss-covered wooden house sat twenty feet away, across a gulf of empty air, humming with a deep, untouchable power. I stood on the edge of the island, my naked body covered in goosebumps, watching Samuel. He took a step away from me, moving further onto the moss. He pointed to his position, then back to the house. "Do not simply cross the void, Xian'na," he commanded, his flat voice cutting through the heavy quiet. "You have silenced the air, but silence is merely an absence of noise. Command the wind to serve as your transport. I want to see you fly from your position to mine, and then jump the rest of the way." The request was a new degree of difficulty. I had managed to freeze the atmosphere, but that took immense concentration and a full channel of my will. Now, I had to create controlle
xian'na pov The air wasn't just cold; it was a living, malicious entity. The moment the white light of my transformation faded, and I stood as Xian'na—frail, human, and naked—the wind became an enemy. It hit me like a solid, icy fist. My feet slid on the damp, spongy moss, and I stumbled, a desperate gasp tearing from my throat. I threw my arms out, not to block the gale—that was impossible—but to somehow anchor myself. The roar was deafening, a constant, high-pitched scream that swallowed all other sound. Around me, the chaos wasn't random. The wind whipped itself into tight, angry miniature tornadoes, their funnels thin and dark, spinning debris up into the sky before shattering against invisible walls of pressure. One of them screamed past my head, so close I felt the brutal suction tear at my hair. I squeezed my eyes shut against the stinging grit and the fear that threatened to paralyze me. Absorb it, little one. The body is the conductor, not the shield, Xiuan whispered,
xian'na pov "Good," I managed, nodding firmly, my voice steadier than I felt. "Let’s not waste any more time then, Samuel. Show me what I need to do." The war could wait a little longer, but the Queen could not. Samuel’s eyes flickered, the only visible sign of life in his entire frame. The golden light in his pupils was cold, like distant stars. He took a single, deliberate step forward, addressing the entire room in that same, perfectly flat monotone. "Controlled simulation is over," Samuel declared. "This final stage requires direct communion with the source power of the world. To learn true control, the Holy Power must flow with the fundamental forces, not simply be caged in theory." He turned his focus entirely to me, the Holy Wolf within sensing the unsettling pressure of his gaze. "You will remain in your human vessel for this training, Xian'na. The vessel’s current weakness is its greatest challenge. You must prove it can absorb and anchor pure elemental energy without
Davon pov The journey back toward the desolate Ironwood Territory felt less like travel and more like falling. James’s report—spies moving specialized equipment toward Seraphina’s origin point—had injected a corrosive acid of urgency into my blood. All I could think about was the clock, racing against a deadline I couldn't yet see. Samuel kept pace beside me, silent, his attention inward. I focused on the practical element, relying on the breadcrumbs dropped by contacts who owed me favors, tracing routes only the most desperate or the most arrogant would utilize. "They’re using old, forgotten trails," I stated, the tightness in my voice reflecting the concern in my chest. "The equipment is heavy, bulky. This isn't just a supply run; it's a construction project." Crossing the territorial line into Ironwood was an immediate, sickening change. It was like walking into a lungful of stagnant air. The moon, usually a brilliant anchor, seemed dim and sickly here. The trees were the w






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