Mag-log inIoana has never had it easy. As the wolfless omega of the Redmoon Pack, she’s been a constant reminder to everyone of what she isn’t. Shunned by her parents, humiliated by her packmates, and heartbroken by the Alpha’s cruel rejection, she feels like nothing but a ghost in a world that doesn’t want her. But then, in a cruel twist of fate, she becomes the mate of Alessandro Bianchi, the ruthless High Prince of the New Moon Kingdom, who doesn’t want her either. When Ioana’s pack offers her to Alessandro as a political pawn, everything spirals out of control. The mate bond pulls them together, but Ioana refuses to be a pawn—she flees. Alone and desperate, she discovers an ancient bloodstone that unlocks her magical heritage. But her peace is short-lived as Alessandro forces her into marriage, marking her as his captive. On the day of his coronation, Ioana’s true power is revealed, and she stands by his side as the rightful queen—but even that isn’t enough to stop the betrayal that lurks around every corner. With the pack, her family, and even Alessandro’s own secrets threatening to tear them apart, Ioana must fight for her throne, her identity, and the love she’s not sure she can trust.
view more~Ioana"It's because I know you." I looked square into her eyes and told her in the most natural voice I could muster. Perhaps my voice was so steady that hers shook—not her voice, but her eyes. Something in them quaked; they became vacant for a split moment, then shock was plastered all over her face."My Queen," she whispered.My heart leaped. "Lady Althea, do you remember now?" I latched onto her arms. "See, it's not that powerful to completely seal off their memories."While I was lost in the celebration, my arm was violently flung away. The sensation, the sharp tug on my shoulder joints, was anything but pleasant. I groaned, "What the—" My head snapped up to meet her strangely dark stare. My words came to a halt.Lady Althea's brows were furrowed so deeply they joined together. Her hand gripped her head."Lady Althea!" I covered up the distance she had put between us. Was she in pain? Why? She was perfectly fine a moment ago… what should I do? I fidgeted on the spot. Should I ask
~Ioana~"No one recognized me," a whisper left my lips as my heart clenched painfully while I walked past the palace guards from the gate out into the streets.The guards only gave me a strange once-over look. That’s it. These were the same guards that would salute in such a loud voice Gia herself would tremble.But now—nothing.I dragged my feet.There was a time I would jump up and down, doing a little jiggly dance because of it, but not this time. I felt hollow, like someone had taken a spoon and carved out a part of my chest.Even my hair turned black.It’s like everything that happened was an illusion. It faded away so fast.People brushed past me like I was air. In worse cases, curses were thrown at me. “Mad woman,” they whispered under their breath—loud enough that it drilled into my ears. Perhaps that was the goal from the beginning.Was this what it felt like to be truly unseen? No one remembers you. Everything you’ve done. Everything you’ve labored for—swept under the rug.S
~Ioana~A blurry image that was far away from me came together in my head.It was something I had turned over numerous times until I forced myself to lock it up in the deepest, darkest part of my mind.There was no need to turn over something that would bring a flood of depression to my heart.But for the first time in a while, I allowed myself to dream, to wonder once again.But it shattered.When Gabrielle said: "I heard that your mate was awful to you. Why don't you just leave him behind? Run away. Be your own person! Don’t hide behind any man."She fired words after words. She never allowed me to talk. The moment I was about to say something, she overwhelmed me with another."I won’t leave him, don’t waste your saliva," I snapped.She froze, shock flashing across her face, as if surprised I could “speak.” Her composure cracked.In an awful attempt to remedy it, she curled her lips into what she thought was a smile but was, in fact, a smirk.Was it possible for a person to smirk so
~Ioana~When I was young, my wishes never came true no matter how well or hard I'd pray to the moon goddess.But suddenly, who can tell me why my wishes became incredibly effective?I wanted to go back and slap myself when I screamed at Alessandro, "I wish you'd forget I exist, not just you, but the whole world would."He had hushed me, but I was undeterred.And now my wish, in the worst way possible, was answered.My feet slapped against the marble floor as I ran. My breath came up in ragged pants. 'Goddess, I'll exercise if I come out of this.'Behind me, the guards — hot on my trail — shouted, "Stop right there!"'As if,' I scoffed, rounding the corner."Catch that spy!"Somehow, I had evolved from the imposter to the spy.This morning should be court time. Yes, I'll head there, I thought. I ran towards the hall.The hall was open with no guards in sight. Sweet! Finally, so
~Ioana~Something lifted me into the air, moving me away. Was it him? A surge of delight went through me.But no, I knew it wasn't him just from his scent. I struggled to open my eyelids, but they were heavy. It was dark.'Where are you taking me?' I wanted to ask, but it came out of my lips as not
~Ioana~I burnt my tongue.I sipped the tea mechanically, not realizing it was scalding until a second later.Forced to swallow it, I gave a bitter smile to the woman who sat opposite me, struggling to maintain my dignity before her—and failing the moment she asked,"Are you alright, dear?" Her br
~Ioana~Two days later.I ate my words as lunch.It all started last night, I was walking down the hallway when I was stopped by my mother. She seemed sad, shoulders sagged, but immediately she saw me she was like a drowsy person injected with caffeine. She clutched onto my arm.It was so fast I co
~Ioana~It was mother that gave in first. I didn't think she had as much burden as father.She didn't see it as humiliation, or at least not the same way he did. Perhaps she had already gotten the sign when I threw my face to the side when she tried to plead with me—Ju
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