LOGIN"Kaelen you coward!" I shouted, my voice cutting through the wind, "Come out here and face me like a man!" Soon after, his ranks began to part. "Selene, my love." He said with a small smile. "Am I safe to assume this is your oh so terrible attempt at surrender?" I gave a smile of my own. "Oh, darling no. I just wanted you to take one long look at my face. I want to have the chance to look you in the eyes when I say this: this here is the last face you're going to see before you die." With that, I turned my horse and headed behind my banners. “Prepare the lines,” I called, ready for the war to begin. ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Blurb: On the night Selene was to be crowned Luna, her fated mate, the Alpha she had loved since childhood, publicly chose another. Before the entire pack, he marked a foreign princess, casting Selene aside as “unworthy.” Betrayed, humiliated and stripped of her son, Selene swore she would avenge. When a rival Alpha, Draven of the Shadowfangs, offers her his hand, Selene accepts... not for love, but for revenge. Their union is dangerous, defiant, and forbidden… yet the fire between them is undeniable. Now Selene is no longer the abandoned mate. She's a rising queen, torn between a cursed bond to the man who betrayed her and the intoxicating passion of the enemy who would burn the world for her. But war is coming. The mate bond aches, the Moon Goddess herself schemes against her, and her son is trapped in the hands of her ruthless ex. To survive, Selene must shatter destiny itself… even if it means defying gods, breaking bonds, and destroying the Alpha who once claimed her. This isn’t fate. This is war.
View MoreSeleneThe stone hall of Shadowfang was colder than the storm outside, its high walls lined with torches that flickered against carved wolf sigils. I stood at the center, flanked by Veyra, and Thorne, while the pack crowded the benches, murmuring. Draven stood close, his bandaged arm stiff at his side, but his warmth didn’t reach me. Last night’s promise in the temple felt fragile now, silent since we left the courtyard. Torren leaned against a pillar with his arms crossed, his face was unreadable, his eyes burning when they flicked my way. Elara’s death was a wound we all carried, but his grief felt like an accusation. Eldress Mara rose, her voice cutting through the hall. “The mission to retrieve the Luna’s son failed. Elara is dead, our Alpha is wounded, and Kaelen walks free. We demand answers.” The pack stirred, with whispers rising among the crowd. I clenched my fists, nails biting into my palms. They deserved the truth, but how could I e
SeleneThe storm battered us as we stumbled through the jagged hills toward Shadowfang, a relentless downpour soaking us to the bone. Torren carried Elara’s body, wrapped tightly in blood-stained cloaks. He hadn’t spoken since we fled the collapsing fortress, his eyes fixed ahead like he could outrun the pain. I gripped Draven’s arm, steadying him as he limped, but he’d barely looked at me since, his focus locked on guiding the group home.“Keep moving,” Draven rasped, voice hoarse as he waved Veyra and Thorne ahead.Veyra glanced back, her braid plastered to her neck, eyes sharp with worry. “Draven, you’re bleeding again. Let me–”“I said move,” he snapped, wincing as he stepped over a rock. His tone softened. “We’re almost there. Save it for the healers.”I tightened my grip on his arm, feeling the tremor in his muscles. “You’re not invincible, Nightbane. Let me take some weight.”He pulled away. “I’ve got it, Selene.”
SeleneThe world narrowed to the rubble and flames separating me from Draven, his still form barely visible through the choking dust and smoke. His chest had stopped rising, his blood pooling beneath him and soaking into the cracked stone. "Draven!" I screamed and began frantically clawing at the debris, nails splitting as I heaved rocks aside, the heat scorching my skin. "Draven, get up. Gods, please, get up!" The flames licked higher, devouring everything they touched. I heard Torren's pained groan cut through the haze. I turned to see he lay nearby, his arm mangled, with his leg twisted at an unnatural angle. "Luna, get out! The tunnel's coming down!" "No!" I snarled, tossing another stone aside, my hands bloody now. "He's not breathing, help me!" The ceiling groaned again, more rubble crashing down, forcing us back. The guards were gone, scattered or crushed, but the flames spread, the curse turning them into writhing sh
SeleneThe fortress’s iron gates loomed behind us, their runes pulsing red like a heartbeat, sealing Veyra, Thorne, Renn, and Elara outside. Dorian’s cries echoed through the stone corridors ahead, each one a knife twisting in my chest. “Stay close,” Draven whispered, drawing his sword, golden eyes scanning the dark. Torren flanked him, holding a dagger on either hand, ready for anything. The prisoner we’d freed earlier trailed behind us, muttering about traps. "Be careful. Kaelen rigged this entire place,” he rasped. “There're blood wards everywhere.” “Keep moving,” I said, following Dorian’s cries. The corridors twisted as we moved, the stone walls carved with ancient runes that pulsed erratically, amplifying the curse. We reached a central chamber, its ceiling arched high, lit by flickering braziers. At the far end, behind bars glowing with blood-red wards, was Dorian. My son's red hair was matted now, his small hands gripping the bars,
SeleneI didn't wait for dawn. My shoes slapped the stones, echoing sharp in the corridors as I stormed toward Kaelen's wing. The guards I passed straightened but didn't move to stop me. They'd obvously heard the scene in the hall and knew better than to get in my way when fire still smoked in my v
Selene The corridor smelled of pine oil and candle smoke. My heart drummed. I'd grown up in these halls, carrying baskets of meat to the kitchens, patching leathers for the warriors when my father's debts weighed too heavy. Tonight was supposed to wash that past away. Tonight I was meant to stand
Selene The Shadowfang great hall thrummed with anticipation, its black stone walls swallowing the torchlight, casting jagged shadows across the long tables. The air was heavy with the scent of roasted venison, mead, and the sharp tang of wolf musk was a reminder that this fortress, for all its gra
SeleneThe Shadowfang fortress rose high against the dusk, its black stone walls jagged and unyielding, as its high towers pierced the sky. The air carried a faint metallic tang, laced with something sour, as if the stones themselves whispered of old curses and older betrayals. I'd heard tales of h












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