LOGINDivina
Silence filled the entire area as everyone froze. Mate? My brain struggled to process the word. My mate was Rowan? Stupid hope burst inside me suddenly. With all my years on this earth, I still seem to forget that hope was one dangerous and stupid thing I shouldn’t toy with. Despite how much I try not to have hope, I still always do, and it breaks me every time. I wondered if the Moon Goddess had finally seen me. Maybe Rowan wasn’t as bad as he portrayed himself to be. He would help me out of this and stop the pack from sending me to the mines. Rowan moved fast, and within seconds, he crossed the distance between us. My heart pounded so hard it hurt. He stopped right in front of me. His scent surrounded me completely. It was warm, powerful, and overwhelming. I looked up at him with trembling hope as he stared down at me. His jaw clenching should’ve diminished every freckle of hope, but no, I was still foolishly clinging to it so hard. Disgust. Pure disgust reflected in his eyes. I started to break. No, no, please no. His voice came out sharp, cold, and merciless. “You?” One word. That was all it took to destroy me and send my hope packing its bags. His face darkened. “You can’t be my mate.” The way he said it sounded like an insult. A curse. My chest tightened, making it hard for me to breathe. Rowan laughed in the cruelest, most bitter way. “The Moon Goddess must be mad.” The crowd remained silent, all stunned at what Rowan just said and still trying to wrap their heads around the mating bond existing between me and the future Alpha. I shook my head slowly, already knowing what was coming next. Rowan bent slightly, bringing his face closer to mine. His voice dropped low enough for only nearby people to hear. “You?” Hatred burned in his eyes. “A wolfless Omega?” Each word crushed me further. “You’re weak.” A stab at my heart. “Pathetic.” Another stab. “Broken.” Another. Then came the final blow that shattered me. He raised his head, fiercely looking at the pack with determination and a no-going-back expression. “I, Rowan Blackwood, future Alpha and Heir to the Throne, reject you, Divina Jade, as my mate.” My world stopped, my vision blurred. Something in my heart shattered. I felt it—the bond. The newly formed connection was ripping, tearing through my soul like claws on flesh. I thought I’d felt different kinds of pain, but this one was unlike anything I had ever known. It exploded through my body, making me scream my lungs out. This time, I couldn’t hold back. Agony consumed me whole. It felt like something inside me was being ripped apart while still alive. I collapsed fully onto the ground, trembling, crying, breaking. The crowd watched. Some were horrified, but most were entertained. Rowan stepped back like touching me disgusted him. His eyes searched the crowd and finally landed on someone—Shea. He walked to her, held her, and said, “This is my mate and your future Luna.” The whole crowd cheered. Mother was elated. My sister feigned pity for me, looking all innocent like she was guilty of Rowan having chosen her over me. His face found mine again. It was emotionless. “Take her away.” His voice held finality. “To the mines.” The guards stepped towards me. Something changed in that moment. I looked up at the red moon above me and, between pain and despair, something inside me went silent. My trembling stopped, my tears stopped gushing out of my eyes. Even the agony I felt seemed to retreat into something colder, darker. I slowly pushed myself up. The guards hesitated, so did everyone else. I rose to my feet. My body swayed, but I stayed standing. Blood stained my lips. My face was wet with tears, but my eyes… my eyes had changed. I looked at Rowan first, with fierceness in them. Then I turned to Bernard, Mother, and Shea. One by one, I memorized every face. Every expression, betrayal, and the cruelty they held. When I finally spoke, my voice was quiet, filled with terrifying calm. “You all should laugh while you can.” No one moved or spoke. I continued. “One day…” I looked straight into Bernard’s eyes. “You will beg.” His smirk faltered. I turned to Mother. “One day, you will regret that you didn't love me how you were supposed to.” She stiffened. Then Shea. “One day, I will make sure your beauty and arrogance will not save you.” Her smile disappeared. Finally, my eyes landed on Rowan. My rejected mate. I held his gaze, cold and steady. No tears were evident in my eyes. “One day, all of you will look at me…” I paused. The wind howled around us. The moon glowed overhead. And something deep inside me stirred. Revenge. I must have my revenge. “…and wish you had never broken me.” The guards grabbed my arms, and this time I didn’t resist. The crowd burst into laughter, their mockery following. “She’s gone mad!” “Was that revenge she was trying to threaten us with?” “From a wolfless Omega to an insane, still wolfless, and shameful Omega.” “How laughable.” I ignored them. As the guards dragged me away, I looked back one last time. At every single face. Burning them into memory. Then I turned forward, toward darkness, towards hell. I will make them pay. That was a promise.Marcellous I stood on the training grounds like a fucking statue, torn down the center. I could still hear the ghost of her voice ringing in my ears, cutting through the morning breeze like a rusty blade. I'm not fit to be your Luna. "Marcellous, we need to move," Nate said, his voice urgent, his hand gripping my shoulder blade. "If Lilith was released with blood magic, she could be anywhere inside the fortress." Onyx roared inside my head, his dark paws tearing at the back of my mind. Fuck Lilith. Find Divina. And for the first time in my entire fucking life, I was genuinely tempted not to give a single damn about an escaped prisoner. I didn't care about cell blocks, iron bars, or runaway traitors. I just wanted to run through those doors, haul my mate into my arms, and erase every trace of dirt and sorrow from her face. I stared helplessly at the doors Divina had just disappeared through. I’m pathetic. Her broken, sobbing voice replayed inside my head over and over again,
DivinaI slammed the door of my bedroom behind me and collapsed against the wood, sliding straight down to the cold floor.Hot, thick tears immediately burst out of my eyes, pouring down my dusty cheeks in torrents.I hated myself. I hated that I was standing right back in front of the exact same mirror where I had sworn to myself this very morning that I would never, ever cry again. But here I was—a messy, sobbing wreck, my eyes bloodshot and swollen, my cheeks puffed up and bright red.I dragged myself up and stumbled toward the glass, staring at my miserable reflection.Why was I even born? I asked myself, my chest heaving with ragged, broken gasps. What was the point of bringing me into this world, Moon Goddess? Was I created just to be a punching bag for everyone else? Was I made just to suffer, to be useless, and to fail at everything I try to do?The shame was overwhelming. It burned hotter than the dirt on my skin.I reached up with both hands, clutching my dark hair tightly,
DivinaA sudden, sharp sting hit the back of my eyes. A violent surge of anger burned through my chest—not at him, but at myself. I hated that my broken instincts had just exposed my weakness so completely. I hated that I had made him look at me with that gentle, soft understanding. It felt too much like the pity I was desperately trying to escape. I snapped my head back, shoving his hand roughly away from my face with my bare palm. Marcel looked down at his shoved hand in mild shock, then raised his dark eyes back to mine, utterly surprised by the sudden aggression in my posture. "Let's go again," I said, my voice sharp, tight, and cold. Marcel stared at me for a long second before a small, respectful nod touched his chin. He raised his wooden sword once more. "Keep your feet shoulder-width apart. When I swing from the right, bring your blade up at a forty-five-degree angle to block the force." I shifted my feet, digging my boots into the sand, completely determined not to fail
Divina The first thing I noticed when I opened my eyes was the absence of pain. No aching bones. No burning beneath my skin. No bitter taste coating my tongue. I sat up slowly in the giant, soft bed, pulling the silken sheet off my legs. For the first time in what felt like months, my entire frame felt completely weightless, unburdened by the terrifying heat that had gripped my blood during the full moon. My arms didn't tremble. My jaw didn't throb. My ribs didn't ache. I slid my feet onto the floor, standing up straight. I walked silently into the bathroom, turned on the taps, and stepped under the streaming hot water. I washed away the dried sweat, the lingering smell of old herbs, and the exhaustion clinging to my scalp. When I finished, I dressed in a simple, fitted black training top and dark trousers, pulling my hair tightly back into a braided ponytail. I walked out to my bedroom and stopped right in front of the full-length mirror mounted against the far wall.
Divina "Why's it so hot?" I woke up feeling scorched. My skin felt like it was on fire, covered in a thick layer of sticky sweat. I growled softly under my breath, my hands wildly thrashing against the blanket that covered my entire body, shoving the thick covers off until cold air finally hit my bare legs. "Hello, love." The deep, velvety voice belonged to Marcel. I blinked rapidly, fighting against the blurry haze clinging to my eyelashes until my vision finally cleared. He was sitting right there beside the bed, leaning forward with his elbows resting on his knees. His dark, intense eyes were locked on me, a soft, gentle smile tugging at the corners of his lips. "Why am I hot?" I gasped out, my voice sounding raspy, dry, and completely ruined. "And why... why does my body feel so weak? What happened to me?" Marcellous stared at me silently for a moment, his chest rising and falling in a slow, steady rhythm. He didn't answer right away. I turned my head away, my eyes swe
MarcellousI held Divina’s limp, unconscious body tightly against my chest, my heart pounding a frantic rhythm against my ribs.I was fucking furious—and not at her. Never at her.I was furious because I had stood right there in the doorway and watched her drink that damn potion. I had watched her body tear itself apart right before my eyes, her bones breaking, her teeth elongating, her wolf clawing its way out in blinding agony.And then I watched a fucking liquid erase every sign of it within seconds.That wasn’t healing. That wasn’t magic.I didn't need anyone to tell me that it was suppression. It was a violent, unnatural cage slamming shut over her soul.Alicia walked over to the spot where Divina had dropped the medicine on the floor. She dropped onto her knees beside it, her hands trembling slightly as she picked up the small plastic bottle."So she didn't throw this away?" Alicia muttered under her breath, staring at the residue clinging to the plastic.My head snapped toward







