LOGIN“I'll kill her!” She keeps muttering under her breath as she paces back and forth, anger and resentment boiling in her blood. Serah has been plotting Hyera’s end for days. Every time fear creeps in, it only fuels her rage, making her more determined to silence the Luna once and for all. She cannot stand the thought of hesitation. She is Serah—whatever she wants, she must have. “Calm down, Serah,” her wolf urges, and she forces herself to take a deep breath. “Atlas is mine, Kira! I want him all to myself. I can’t let that stupid girl have him!” Kira rolls her eyes. “You already know what to do. Why don’t you just finish it?” Even Kira has longed for Atlas’s wolf. Though she knows the risk, she is willing to stand by Serah if it means they might claim the love they crave. “Can’t you see?” Serah hisses. “He’s already marked her. He’ll know if anyone tries to hurt her.” “The Moon didn’t make her his second mate,” Kira reminds her. “It’s impossible for him to be that deepl
The White Warlocks had been informed that one of their men was dead, and another barely alive after being chained to an enchanted steel that slowly drained his life away. They had only two hours to reach the CrescentMoon Pack with Ani. “Don’t worry, baby,” Atlas whispered, pulling Hyera close against his chest. “They’ll be here soon, just a few minutes more.” She nodded, holding him tighter, her heart pounding with anticipation. They spent the next few minutes speaking quietly about the White Warlocks. Both of them knew that war with them would cost far more than they could afford to give. Peace, however fragile, seemed the only way to settle the blood feud. “They are here,” Adam announced, his voice breaking the silence. Hyera’s eyes filled with tears as she rushed out. “Where’s my mother?” she cried, her voice trembling. “Mother!” she exclaimed, breaking into sobs as she threw herself into Ani’s arms. “My girl,” Ani whispered weakly, caressing Hyera’s hair with trembli
Six weeks later… Hyera’s life has finally begun to settle, but one thing remains missing: her mother, and revenge against the white-haired men who attacked them. Atlas and his men have been doing everything they can to find her mother, but all efforts have been abortive. With little information about their identity, searching for them is like looking for a needle in a haystack. And Atlas cannot wait to end his wife’s troubles. Whenever he sees her lost in thought, tears filling her eyes, it makes his blood boil. All he ever wants is for Hyera to live in constant happiness and peace. “Alpha,” Lance’s voice cuts through his thoughts via the mindlink. “Alpha, we’ve detained three unknown men near the eastern border. They were watching patrol movements. They didn’t carry pack markings or identification.” Atlas’s eyes light up with fury. “The White Heads?” “We are not sure,” Lance replies. “But they did, in fact, have white hair.” “Send them in!” Atlas growls, already rushing
“Oh great!” he chuckles darkly, his eyes filled with satisfaction. “Those fools just want to assure themselves they are safe. They have no idea what is coming for them.” Magnus had just been informed that the CrescentMoon Pack had severely punished and killed an entire pack and its Alpha. The Alpha had been accused of being the Hunter, working with humans. Unknown to him, it was just one of their traps. “We have nothing to fear anymore,” he says, rising from his seat. “Yes, boss,” Alice replies. “They have even pulled away the security and spells guarding the packs. They believe there’s no more enemy to fear.” “How dense!” he chuckles darkly. “We are not going to waste any more time! We will strike at once!” “But boss,” Alice clears her throat nervously. “I suggest we wait for a few days and see how things go—” His sharp glare silences her instantly. “I will not wait any longer! The time to destroy the CrescentMoon Pack has come!” She nods quickly. “Gather the army a
“No wayyy!” Freya mutters, staring at her daughter in stunned admiration. “How do I look?” Martha giggles, twirling around in her wedding dress. Freya’s eyes fill with tears. She takes in a deep breath before cupping Martha’s face in her hands, caressing softly. “You look… breathtakingly stunning, baby,” she says, her eyes shining with excitement. “Thank you, mommy!” Martha squeals cheerfully. “Let me go try the other ones… you will pick out the best for me!” Freya whispers, her voice trembling with emotion. “Yes, I will.” She can’t believe her little girl is growing into the woman she had raised. At first, she wasn’t happy about Martha marrying the man. Although he was the embodiment of a good husband—just like Martha, he is a medical surgeon, successful, and from a reputable family— whenever she looked at him, something felt off. His energy had been unsettling to her, and no matter how perfect he seemed, fear lingered. She had tried to call off their engagement, to giv
“Hyera!” Maximus shouts her name, his lips trembling in anger. She flinches away from Atlas, her eyes widening as disbelief, guilt, and fear crash down on her. “H… how could you do this to me?” he stutters, stepping closer. Tears fill his eyes. As strong and powerful as he is, seeing the woman he loves in the arms of another is unbearable. “I… I’m sorry…” she cries, breaking into tears. “W… what do you mean by you’re sorry?” he demands, tears running down his face. “Hyera! I trusted you, you gave me your word!” She swallows hard, her throat tightening. “Tell me this isn’t real… tell me… tell me you’re not in love with him!” he pleads, shaking in desperation. “Hyera… please… prove my fears wrong… you can’t do this to me.” She sobs silently, unable to look him in the face. “Answer me!” he shouts. “Hey, lower your voice!” Atlas growls, his eyes darkened. “You bastard!” Maximus snarls. “You must’ve tricked her! You must’ve done something to her!” “She was never yours
Seeing him like this is making my heart suffer. Why? I don't know. Maybe it's the mate bond… but I hate seeing Rhett like this. I can't wait for him to wake up so we can finally talk about other things. I have to break the promise I made to Magnus — the one about not staying more than twenty-four
~Andrew~ The only thing that can make the Hollowborn’s excited, piercing scream echo through the entire pack so loud it causes a splitting headache, is the scent of fear and distress. Vesper made them this way… Negative energy drives them wild with excitement and positive energy kills them. And
“Hmm,” she groans, nodding slowly. “The accursed must be powerful.” “Why do you say that?” Liam asks. “Because if he can carry such a curse and affect everyone around him… it means he holds great power. The curse wasn’t meant to linger.. it was meant to destroy him.” “Could it be Parker?” so
It doesn’t matter what she or anyone else decides, I’m taking Lucy home with me, and she needs to understand that she’s not just coming to help break the damn curse. She’s coming to stay for good. “Rhett, take it easy on her,” Khair’s voice echoes in my head. “You’re being too possessive. It’s not