Betrayed and shattered by love, an Omega named Celestia released a terrible curse upon Alpha Cassius Moonveil and all the women of her family, so torturing them to experience the same agony once killed her. The curse cannot be broken except by this. A Moonveil woman has to discover real love with a man descended from Celestia personally. The curse never lived only as a myth. Under the full moon, Willow, the seventh-generation Moonveil, she was kissed by Xander and the ancient curse wakes her inside like a sleeping ancestral spirit, horrified, she swears never to have a mate. But her beauty sets off a violent frenzy that transforms competing packs into ravenous wolves defending her favor. Branded a cursed omen, blamed for the anarchy and death, Willow is sought—marked as a sacrifice to bring peace. Only two packs remain loyal: her own Moonveil bloodline and the fearsome warriors of Iron Cliff. MOONVEIL: The Blood of the Last Curse is a dark, epic saga of forbidden passion, vengeance, and the war between destiny and defiance. Will Willow rewrite her fate, or will she be the final casualty of a legacy drenched in betrayal?
View MoreStudents bustled around me—laughter, random conversations, and the soft hum of the vending machine blending into a background that should’ve felt normal.But my mind was still caught on Enzo—on his voice, his smile, his gaze, and the way he said my name like it was a poem he'd memorized by heart.His presence was a low rumble under my skin—unsettling, yet magnetic.The memory vanished when the sharp scent of dry earth and wind hit my senses—an unfamiliar smell.My instincts flared, the hairs on my arms standing on end.Something else had entered my orbit.Heavier. Deeper.I turned—and my heart skipped a beat.Xander.He strode down the main steps, black jacket whipping in the chill of early spring.Among the campus crowd, his presence crackled like lightning in a clear sky.Students glanced at him briefly, uneasy without knowing why—like small animals sensing a predator nearby.Our eyes locked. He didn’t look away.His eyes were pitch black, but a faint red glow burned behind them.No
"I’m here to fight for a childhood love that never got its chance."That sentence still echoes in my mind even as Enzo falls into step beside me and Leon, as if he’s always belonged here—a ghost from my past who never truly left. He greets people as we walk, flashing that effortless, charming smile, nodding with the kind of confidence that makes heads turn, he walks with warmth in his step, his presence commanding the space around him like he owns it.."I don’t know whether to be impressed or concerned," Leon mutters under his breath, low enough that only I can hear. "He’s got that… modern-day Casanova energy. Dangerous.""He’s always been like that," I murmur, more to myself than to him. Enzo glances back, grinning. "Talking about me? Rude to whisper behind a handsome man’s back."Leon scoffs. "Handsome is subjective. Narcissistic? Absolute."I look away. The comment hits too close to home—too honest. "You might’ve forgotten, will. But I never did. You were my only real childhood
The Christmas break had ended, leaving behind streets once blanketed in snow now reduced to frozen puddles. The campus had sprung back to life, though the biting cold still lingered like an unfinished secret. Leon waited for me by the dorm gates, leaning casually against the post in his favorite leather jacket, wearing that signature grin of his—too wide for such a gloomy day. But I knew better. Behind those sunglasses and that easygoing façade, Leon had the sharp eyes of an eagle, always reading the room, always sensing the shift in my mood. "Well, well, look who finally decided to show up," he said, his tone dripping with that fake nonchalance he loved to affect. "Miss Moonveil, fresh from the land of secrets and snowstorms." I only raised an eyebrow in response. Normally, I’d fire back with equal sarcasm, but today, my lips felt too heavy to speak. Leon lowered his sunglasses, squinting at me like I was a puzzle he needed to solve. "Okay, what the hell is going on with you?"
I could tell something was off about my father. Since last night, he’d been quieter than usual, his gaze heavy with unshed rain. This morning, when I came downstairs, he was already waiting at the dining table, untouched toast in front of him, staring at the steam rising from his teacup. "Willow," he finally said, his voice distant, like it had traveled through time just to reach me. "Come with me to study." His tone left no room for argument. There was something in it—a heavy resignation, as if he’d finally surrendered to a secret buried too long. We walked through the long halls of Moonveil Manor, our footsteps echoing against the old wooden floors, past the portraits of ancestors whose silent eyes followed us from the walls. The study door creaked open, revealing the scent of old leather-bound books, dust, and long-extinguished candles. In the center of the room stood a circular oak bookshelf, where my father stopped. His hand reached for one of the oldest volumes—bound in
My heart still carried the trace of a kiss I never asked for—stolen by a man who vanished without a word.Xander.Even his name tasted bitter on my tongue. The man who marked my body without permission and left me drowning in unanswered questions, as if I was nothing more than a fleeting nightmare. How dare he.I straightened my back, brushing off the remnants of last night from my body and mind. I’m the daughter of Alpha Moonveil—not some girl to be used and discarded.“I need to get home,” I whispered to myself. A command meant to rally my limbs and spirit, though it felt more like a desperate attempt to pull myself together. Just enough strength to walk back to my house in Ditmas Park, Brooklyn.The pain from shifting still pulsed through every inch of my body. My skin burned as if scoured raw, stained with dirt and dried blood. I was a mess. And what annoyed me most wasn’t just the pain—it was the kiss. And the bite.When I pushed open the front gate, I saw Leon pacing in front of
I didn’t even have time to fight back. In a split second, my body was yanked into a dark passage hidden behind an old wall I thought was solid. Everything turned black—damp, narrow, suffocating…Then a voice whispered in my ear—deep, sharp, and hauntingly familiar. "Not here, Willow. You’ll kill anyone who sees you shift."I gasped, trembling. Before I could ask who he was, the darkness swallowed us both."What pack are you from?" he asked at last. The question hit me like thunder in a storm. No pleasantries, no distractions. Just a demand for raw honesty.I eyed him warily. “Why do you want to know?”He raised an eyebrow, stepping closer with calm, deliberate steps. “Because I’m a werewolf too.”I straightened up, still shaking. “Xander… You’re—?”I didn’t have time to think. But I knew him—he was my college mate, different major, but familiar.My body trembled violently. It felt like a thousand needles danced beneath my skin—sharp, searing, torturous. My breathing was ragged, the ai
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