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Restless Obsession

Author: J.C Valecrest
last update Last Updated: 2025-09-12 19:12:37

The Silvermoon Pack mansion stood cloaked in quiet grandeur. By day it was alive with servants scurrying about, but at night, when the world hushed beneath the silver gleam of the moon, the silence grew heavy, haunting for those who carried secrets.

Kaelen paced his chamber like a restless predator. The night of his Luna ceremony had passed, and still his chest burned with an ache he could not quench. His hands raked through his hair, tugging at the roots as if pain might silence the thoughts flooding his head.

Liora… The name pulsed in his mind like a forbidden chant.

He had whispered it once by mistake…no, not a mistake, a truth..while tangled in Ravena’s arms. Her scent should have anchored him, but it didn’t. It burned like firewood, useful, but not enough to warm his soul. Liora’s scent, however, lingered in his memory: delicate, distant, untouchable. He remembered catching it faintly during the shifting ceremony. A fragrance like wild lilies touched with moonlight.

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  • Mark by Destiny.   Mixed emotions

    The Moonspire palace had long since quieted, but no peace reached me.The torches in the halls burned low, shadows stretching across the stone walls like restless phantoms. In my chamber, the fire in the hearth crackled softly, but its warmth did nothing to chase away the chill that had settled in my bones. I sat by the tall arched window, where the moonlight spilled silver across the floor. My hands twisted the edge of my cloak as my thoughts circled the one truth I had heard that day.Liora is not Rexor’s daughter.The words would not leave me.Ever since that girl had stepped foot in Moonspire, I had felt something stir inside me. A pull, a recognition I could not explain. Her laughter—timid yet unyielding—her defiant eyes that shone even in pain, her quiet resilience… it had all unsettled me. She was not just a girl who had been broken and abandoned. She was a mirror of something, someone I had once held in my arms.My lost child.My throat ached as I swallowed back the lump risin

  • Mark by Destiny.   Liora's Heart Unveiled

    The moment my eyes fell on him, I forgot to breathe.“Father…” The word tumbled out of me, trembling, aching, breaking apart as though my heart had been holding it in for too long.Rexor’s shoulders stiffened before his head slowly lifted. His eyes—wet and tired—locked onto mine. Then, without hesitation, he opened his arms. I ran. My legs moved on their own, carrying me across the grand hall of Moonspire until I collided into his embrace.For the first time in moons, I felt small again. Safe again. His broad arms wrapped around me, and I buried my face into his chest, the sob I’d tried so hard to bury ripping free.“My little one,” he whispered, voice thick. “I found you. I should never have let you out of my sight.”The tears poured freely, soaking into his tunic. “You came for me,” I breathed, half in disbelief, half in gratitude. “You actually came…”Rexor pulled back just enough to cup my face in his hands. His palms were calloused, familiar, and trembling. “Of course, I did. You

  • Mark by Destiny.   A father's Plea

    The hall of Moonspire was quiet save for the crackle of the torches against the stone walls. Beta Rexor stood in the center of the throne room, the letter of peace still clutched in his trembling hands. Every breath he drew felt like knives in his chest. He had walked here as a messenger, but the moment his eyes had fallen on the young woman beside Luna Loretta, he was no longer Beta of Silvermoon. He was simply a father who had failed.Liora.His daughter. His child.She looked radiant, her soft blue gown catching the light, her hair neatly braided down her back. She had grown into herself here. Stronger, freer. No longer the timid girl shrinking into corners under Ravena’s shadow. No longer the servant begging for scraps of love at Mariseth’s table. She looked every inch a woman who belonged—not because of blood, but because she had finally been allowed to breathe.Rexor’s throat tightened, and the letter slipped from his hand to the floor.“Liora,” he whispered.The name broke some

  • Mark by Destiny.   Bonds of the Heart

    Days at Moonspire soon folded into one another, but unlike the long, dreary days she had known in Silvermoon, these were filled with light, warmth, and moments that made Liora almost forget she had ever lived another life.It began with the Luna.Loretta had taken an immediate interest in her—not the cold, calculated interest of someone who wanted to use her, but the gentle, motherly watchfulness of someone who cared. Almost every day, Loretta would find time, no matter how busy her duties, to ask after Liora.One morning, after breakfast, Loretta approached her in the gardens where Liora had been trimming a row of roses with the other maids. The Luna’s shadow fell across her, and Liora immediately straightened, bowing her head nervously.“My lady,” she murmured.“Liora,” Loretta said kindly, touching her arm. “How many times must I remind you? You are no mere servant here. Do not bow to me like a frightened child.”Liora lifted her eyes hesitantly. “But… you are the Luna.”“And you a

  • Mark by Destiny.   Blossoming at moonspire

    The first morning Liora woke up in Moonspire felt like something out of a dream.She lay still for a long time, staring at the wooden beams overhead, her fingers curled around the edge of the blanket as though afraid it might be snatched away. The mattress beneath her body was soft, nothing like the thin pallet she had been given in Silvermoon. The blanket was thick, warm, and carried the faint scent of lavender. A shaft of pale morning light poured through the window, painting the stone floor in gold. Birds sang outside, their songs bright and lively, so unlike the cold silence that usually greeted her back at the Beta’s household.At first, she thought it was a trick. Her mind, battered from years of cruelty, whispered doubts. They’ll come soon. They’ll remind you you’re nothing. They’ll call you useless. They’ll tear this peace away.Her heart clenched as she sat up slowly, brushing strands of hair from her face. She touched her arms and found no shackles, no bruises from whips, no

  • Mark by Destiny.   The Weight of Truth

    ****The night was quiet, save for the distant crackle of torches and the muffled voices of guards changing posts. The great halls of Silvermoon seemed colder than usual, as though the stones themselves carried the echoes of betrayal.Alpha Eldric strode down the dimly lit passage, his expression unreadable. Ahead of him, he noticed a familiar figure leaning against one of the carved pillars—Beta Rexor, his shoulders heavy, his face shadowed with grief.“Rexor,” Eldric’s deep voice cut through the silence.The Beta straightened immediately, bowing slightly. “Alpha.”“Walk with me,” Eldric commanded, turning without waiting for a reply.The Beta followed, his boots echoing against the stone floor. For a while, they walked in silence, the tension thick as the midnight air. At last, Eldric stopped near a tall, narrow window where the moonlight bled through. He turned, his piercing gaze falling on his old friend.“Tell me,” Eldric said slowly, his tone measured but heavy, “what is truly ha

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