เข้าสู่ระบบ"I’m here for you, always, Leora." That was the promise Theron made before he stole her kiss. But promises can be broken. And in Crestwood, betrayal is deadlier than love. The Moon Pendant marked Leora as the rightful Luna before she could even walk. Hidden in the human world all her life, she is dragged back to claim her throne—only to discover that the crown comes with chains. To unlock her wolf, Leora must choose a mate. Every wolf wants her. Every elder demands it. But her heart keeps pulling toward the one man she cannot have—the warrior sworn to protect her. When her love awakens her long-buried power, enemies close in and Leora realizes the harsh truth. The man she loves most is the one fated to destroy her.
ดูเพิ่มเติม"Ahhh! Your arms are even wrapped around me! Ahhh what should I do? Do you think this is something to be smiling about? This is crazy!..." Stefani glared at Jonathan, "You! This is all your fault!!" She then went back to messing and pulling her hair in frustration and embarrassment.
"Whoa, hold up. You're the one who clung to me all night," Jonathan replied with one eyebrow raised.
"T-That! W-Well... It's because I have n-no choice!" Stefani stuttered, eyes blinking fast as she avoided Jonathan's stare by turning around and pushing the white covers away from her body, her feet already on the floor, ready to leave.
Would Jonathan let that happen though?
The older caught the younger's arm before the little brat could escape again, turning her again so she would face him. Stefani's eyes were wide as they looked at Jonathan in surprise.
"W-What do you want? I have to go to school!" Stefani said snappily though couldn't hide the blush on her face. Jonathan was looking at her with serious eyes and it was only adding to the speed Stefani's little heart makes at the moment. Jonathan should stop gazing at her like that or Stefani would actually faint!
The older pulled the younger closer, the touch sending another set of butterflies down Stefani's stomach. Jonathan's hands cupped Stefani's face, not giving her a verbal answer as he leaned in and captured Stefani's waiting-to-be-kissed red lips, passionately claiming the younger's lips.
Stefani's eyes were still wide when Jonathan pulled away after a few seconds. It was like the younger one turned to a stone and Jonathan could only smile at the sight. Stefani was being too adorable despite her attitude and for Jonathan, this very image was what he had dreamt of ages ago.
It felt completely satisfying.
"That's how you thank your husband," Jonathan smiled widely - and teasingly - then turned soft as he ruffled Stefani's smooth hair and looked at her with eyes full of love and admiration.
"Go. I'll pick you up later," he added before kissing the younger's forehead for the last time then going back to the bed and pulling the covers up like nothing happened.
Stefani was still there sitting by the edge of the bed with her mouth left hanging open. She couldn't believe what just happened. What was that all about?!
But glancing at the digital clock on Jonathan's bedside table got her on her feet again, now panicking as she hurriedly headed out of Jonathan's room but before doing so, she threw a death glare at her future husband's already sleeping form.
She hasn't even brushed her teeth yet. That monkey and his hormones, really!
Really, really.
A smile could not help but form on Stefani's face as she threw one more look at Jonathan on the bed.
Stefani hates him after all.
The bell of the High Moon Tower tolled once — low, ancient, commanding.Auntie Zaria froze where she stood, the scroll in her hands slipping slightly as dread washed through her.A summons.From the Elders.No one ignored that call.She straightened her cloak, her heartbeat a steady thrum of anxiety, and walked toward the Elders’ Hall fully aware of why she had been summoned. The moonstone pillars shimmered faintly as she entered, their silver glow illuminating the twelve hooded figures seated in a crescent.The Elders.The oldest wolves alive.Guardians of tradition.Gatekeepers of power.And the greatest threat to Leora if they ever ran out of patience.Zaria bowed deeply.“Elders. You requested my presence.”Elder Maelin, sharp-eyed and cold, leaned forward.“Zaria of the Luna Line… your niece. Where is she?”Zaria clasped her hands tightly.“She is safe.”“For now,” Elder Rahv murmured.Zaria tensed.Elder Virren, the eldest among them, lifted his head. The blue lunar flames aroun
The school courtyard buzzed with life, but Leora felt strangely detached from all of it. Students spilled out of classrooms in noisy clusters, laughter bouncing off the cream-painted walls, lunch boxes swinging in hands. But she sat alone under the wide mango tree behind the library—a quiet pocket of shade where the breeze carried the faint scent of earth and unripe fruit.Nyra should have been beside her, probably complaining about the teacher or a wolf who won't stop annoying the hell out of her. But Nyra was home sick, and without her presence, the day felt muted. Leora couldn’t explain why a wave of tiredness clung to her, heavy enough to sink her appetite.She pulled her knees close, resting her chin gently against them.Footsteps approached—measured, steady, familiar.Theron.He stopped right in front of her, his shadow stretching over her legs. He didn&rs
The morning sun hit the hallways of Crestwood College, but the light did little to warm Leora’s mood. Her steps echoed sharply against the marble floors, each tap of her boots a reminder of the whispers that seemed to follow her wherever she went.By the time she reached her classroom, clusters of students were already talking in low murmurs, glances darting toward her like she was the center of some private show.“Did you hear?” a voice hissed behind her. “Riggs… he dropped out.”Leora froze mid-step, turning slowly to face the group of giggling girls.“Dropped out?” another whispered, eyes wide. “But… he’s smart. Top of every class. How could he just leave?”Her jaw tightened, and she forced a casual shrug, though her hands curled into fists at her sides. “I don’t know,” she said flatly. “Maybe he had his reasons.”The whispers only grew louder. “You think it has something to do with her?” someone asked.Her pulse quickened, but she forced herself to breathe evenly. “I’m not sure wh
Steam still curled in the air as Leora ran a towel through her damp hair. The faint scent of lavender soap lingered around her. Her body ached pleasantly from training, but her mind—her mind was a storm she didn’t want to name.A knock interrupted her thoughts.“Come in,” she called softly, still facing the mirror.The door creaked open. Aunt Zaria stepped inside, her sharp eyes immediately scanning the room. “You took a bath? At this hour?” she asked, brows raised. “It’s almost evening, Leora.”Leora glanced at her reflection, then turned with a half-smile. “I went out for a bit of an exercise.”“Exercise?” Zaria repeated, suspicion lacing her tone. “Since when does my niece go for evening workouts?”Leora laughed lightly, tucking the towel over her shoulder. “Since today, apparently. I needed to clear my head.”Zaria stepped closer, her gaze softening as she took a seat on the edge of the bed. “You’ve been doing a lot of that lately… clearing your head.”Leora hesitated. “Maybe I ju
Morning sunlight filtered through the tall windows of the study, spilling golden streaks across shelves filled with scrolls and ancient books. Aunt Zaria stood behind her desk, her arms folded and her expression unreadable as she stared out the window.Theron stood a few feet away, straight-backed
The halls of Wolf college were nearly silent after the final bell. The usual chatter had faded, leaving only the muffled echo of footsteps and the faint hum of the fluorescent lights.Leora clutched her books to her chest as she walked beside Theron. Her heart was fluttering so wildly that she was
.For days after that, she saw him everywhere — in the library, near the training field, even once at the dining hall sitting alone at the far end of the table. He never approached her. Never spoke. But somehow, her gaze found him every single time.One hot afternoon, after a draining study session
The library had always been Leora’s escape.After the chaos of training, endless lessons, and the weight of expectations pressing down on her shoulders, she only wanted silence — the kind that didn’t demand answers.The vast shelves welcomed her like old friends. The scent of aged parchment and ink






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