LOGINMy wolf awakened on my eighteenth birthday. Soon after, the Feral Curse tore through the werewolf world. The curse nearly claimed me, but a young Alpha, Lachlan, saved my life. He brought me to his pack. His parents, the Alpha and Luna, took me in. They gave me the best room in the pack house and treated me like the daughter they never had. Lachlan never left my side. He risked catching the curse himself, patiently feeding me potions one sip at a time. His wolf knew. I was his fated mate. I was the envy of the pack. I had an Alpha's total devotion. Then one day, Lachlan knelt before me. In his hands was the Moonstone necklace—the symbol of every Luna who came before me. He held me tight, whispering a promise to show the world that I belonged to him, and him alone. I accepted the necklace. But that night, I twisted his love into a poison. A poison I used to murder his parents and eighteen of their loyal retainers.
View MoreLachlan burst into the room, his eyes blazing with hope.I looked at him weakly. Even blinking took all my strength."Sabrina..." he took a deep breath. "She's the only one who can save you."My eyes widened. I shook my head with all my might."Just listen," he said, gripping my hand. "It's a blood ritual. A dark magic contract that would chain your life to hers. Her life force would sustain you.""No," I rasped."Why?" he asked desperately. "As long as you can live...""She... killed... your parents." Each word was a knife in my throat. "I don't... want... her... pity.""This isn't pity, it's survival!""I would rather die," I breathed, "than be chained to the monster who killed your parents."Lachlan was silent for a long time."Then I will die with you," he finally stated, his voice flat with resolve. "I cannot live in a world without you.""No," I forced my eyes open. "You have to... live.""What's the point of living without you?" His tears fell onto my face. "Anya, I can't lose y
The moment the truth was revealed, the world seemed to stop.Lachlan knelt in the spreading pool of my blood, holding me tight.Sabrina’s screams, the elders’ arguments, the guards’ shouts—it all faded away.The only thing I could hear was his heartbeat."Anya..." His voice was broken. "I'm so sorry.""It's okay," I whispered. "You know the truth now.And everyone knows the truth now. That's exactly what I wanted.""I was so stupid," he cried, his tears falling onto my face. "I should have trusted you. I should have—""Shh." I reached up and gently touched his cheek. "It's over."Just then, his fingers brushed against my wrist.Faint, but it was there. A pulse."She's alive!" he shouted. "She can be saved!"Before anyone could react, he scooped me into his arms and bolted from the silver cells."Healers!" he roared, running through the pack streets. "Get me healers!"He held me so tightly, whispering frantic apologies the whole way.“I’m sorry,” he choked out, his voice thick with unshe
My blood spread across the floor.ALL LIES.The two words stunned everyone into silence.Lachlan held me, tears of regret finally breaking free."Anya, I'm sorry... I'm so sorry..." he choked out. "Whatever you have to say, I'll believe you."The Memory Tears didn't lie.But fragmented scenes don't tell the whole truth.Behind Lachlan, Sabrina watched me with cold eyes.She mouthed a silent warning.Don't bother. The three doses are gone. Your truth dies with you. From now on, my story is the only truth they'll ever know. You'll be the villain for eternity!I managed a weak, bloody smile.With my last bit of strength, I reached for the inside pocket of Lachlan’s suit jacket."What are you doing?" he asked, confused.My fingers brushed against a familiar metal flask.The one I’d given him. A small, elegant flask engraved with our initials.But it wasn't liquor now.It was the fourth dose. Richard had pressed it into my hand just before he died."If the truth is ever buried," he'd told m
The final dose ripped through me like an explosion.The deepest memory was finally ripped from my soul.The timeline jumped back to the night Lachlan left.I was heading to my room when I saw a faint light from under the study door.I pushed it open. I found Richard in his study. He was sitting at his desk, a silver pistol pressed to his temple."Don't!" I lunged, snatching the gun away. "What are you doing?""Anya..." Richard looked at me, his eyes filled with despair. “The Moon Goddess let me save you only to remind me of my sin,” he whispered. “A sin for which there is no atonement.”I had no idea what he was talking about.Richard was known throughout the werewolf world for his kindness and strength.He’d started a foundation to support families hurt by pack conflicts.But his next words made my blood run cold.He collapsed back into his chair, tears streaming down his face."It was me," he choked out. "It was all my fault.""What are you talking about?""The Feral Curse..." He cho












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