LOGINThe Moon Goddess made a mistake. At least, that’s what Lycan king Asher tells himself the moment he lays eyes on her—his mate. Dirty. Chained. Barely a wolf. A girl with haunted green eyes and a silence that screams louder than any cry. He's king of the moon realm, part Lycan, part vampire, forged from power and fury. She? She’s a broken, powerless, damaged, anomaly with a scent that tempts his darkness and a bloodline that shouldn’t exist. To him, she’s not a blessing. She’s a threat. A flaw. A test he never asked for. But fate doesn’t care. Dragged into his world of cruel politics, ancient wars, and monsters dressed as royals, she’s meant to stand beside him as Queen. Yet all she can do is survive—and somehow, still defy him with every breath. His Lycan wants to protect her. His vampire wants to devour her. He wants to reject her. And somewhere between blood and betrayal, hate and heat, they start to burn. This isn't a love story. This is a war between fated souls that tries to resist the pull—where dominance tangles with desire, and salvation might just come in the form of a girl who was never meant to survive.
View MoreASHERI feel her before I see her.It hits me like a blade to the chest—sharp, unwanted, real.A pulse, a pull, a goddamn calling.My Lycan stirs, wild and sudden, snapping awake from its attempted healing phase like a beast that’s been caged too long.MATE.The word slams into my skull with a force that makes my hands curl into fists against the arms of my throne. My nails bite into the stone. I taste blood—mine.No. No, no, no.She steps into the throne room, dragged by guards like she’s nothing more than a prisoner with a heartbeat. Filthy. Barefoot. Chains cutting into her skin. Skin that's pale. Hair a tangled mess of dark brown waves clinging to her face. When she raises her head, her eyes meet mine. Green even in their dullness, too damn bright. Somehow haunted.But still, my Lycan howls.Mate.I want to tear the word out of my bones.Because this? This fragile little thing they’ve thrown at my feet? This is what the Moon Goddess gives me?A joke.A fucking insult wrapped in gi
RORY It’s so dark. So cold.I don’t even know how long I’ve been here. Hours? Days?Time slips through my fingers like water I can’t feel.I want to cry. Goddess, I want to cry so badly.But I can’t.The tears just won’t come. My chest aches with the weight of them, stuck somewhere behind my ribs, pressing up and up like they’re trying to choke me. But nothing spills out. Not even a single drop.I hug my knees to my chest, ignoring the sting from where the chains bite into my wrists. The stone beneath me is hard, but it’s the only thing I can lean on. Everything else inside me has gone hollow.I used to cry so easily. When I was younger. When I still believed someone might come save me when I bruised my knee. Now? I think my body forgot how.Crying feels like a luxury. Like something soft people do when there’s someone there to hold them after.I don’t have anyone.Not anymore.Not Kaelin. Not Layla. Not father. Not mother. Not the pack. Not even the moon.Just me. Just this darkness
ASHERBlood pools at the base of my throne.It’s still warm.I watch it slither between the cracks of the stone floor like it's trying to escape the weight of what I just did. My knuckles crack as I unclench my fist, the remnants of a lesser werewolf's neck still staining my skin.He shouldn’t have questioned me.No one should.Yet they all keep trying.Lucas stands a few feet away, stiff-backed and silent. He doesn’t flinch, not even when the scent of charred fur still hangs in the air.“You done?” he asks dryly, like I didn’t just rip a man apart in front of the court.I don’t answer.Not yet.Because beneath the rage—beneath the carefully controlled cruelty—I feel it again.The weakness.My fingers twitch.That hunter I bit… There's something wrong. Something rotting under my skin. I can’t heal very fast with my Lycan side like I used to. I hate him for it. Hate myself more for letting him live.“You need to marry,” Lucas says after a long pause, slipping into the topic like it won
RORYI sit there, trembling.The wolfsbane stings my palm long after I drop it.I don't want to believe it. I can't.But as I slowly place everything back in Kaelin’s toolbox—those silver chains, strange vials, that dagger that could slice through my skin like paper—it all starts to click into place. Every quiet moment. Every time he disappeared. Every time he came back smelling like ash and iron and herbs I couldn’t recognize.Kaelin… is a hunter.A werewolf hunter.My breath catches. My entire body goes cold. I’ve been sleeping beside danger this whole time. Eating the food he cooked. Letting him touch me. Let him inside me.I stagger back from the toolbox like it’s about to bite me.I want to scream, but I don’t. I can’t. Because if he knows I’ve found out—what happens then?I clutch my chest, swallowing down the bile rising in my throat. My wolf stirs faintly—or maybe it's just my imagination—almost as if she senses the danger. But she doesn't rise. She never has.And for the firs
~ RORY ~•Two weeks later•We are in another area of the forest of the death zone now. It has become a normality.The bite wound on Kaelin's neck never healed but it didn't widen either. And till now, I still don't know how to repay Kaelin for keeping me alive and the guilt is gnawing at my insides
~ RORY ~•Two week later•That was how I low-keyly became Kaelin’s handbag.Kaelin and I never stayed in a particular place for too long. The highest number of days we've stayed in a particular place was a week and it's all thanks to his beat down army green Jeep. I spare him a glance as he steers
~ RORY ~Someone kneels by the water, their hand scooping the water to their face, back turned to me.I stop, my breath catching in my throat in shock before I silently try to step back but before I can attempt to move… his gaze whirls to mine and he threw out something.It moves too fast, giving m
~ RORY ~‘Did he force you?’ The nasty voice in my head whispers.I shake my head, lips quivering as I turn away from him, tilting my chin upwards to stop the tears from falling.He didn't force me.But after we did it for the first time, it was all we did everytime we hung out. He didn't force me






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