تسجيل الدخولTurning back to Arielle, the seer reached out and gently cupped her face.“I am sure by now you realize the Moon Goddess has marked you because she is preparing you for something big in the future. A great destiny awaits, Arielle, and only you possess the bloodlines to fulfill it.”Arielle’s heart skipped.“I know.”She hesitated.“But do you know what it is?”“I do not know the exact details,” Nyra admitted softly. “The Goddess does not reveal her full will all at once. But with time, the path will become clear.”Arielle remained silent for a moment.Then she asked the question that had been haunting her.“What if I’m not strong enough? What if I fail to control it, and it ends up consuming me anyway?”“You must not harbor any doubts, dear,” Nyra said, her touch warm against Arielle’s cheek. Arielle looked at her.“You will learn. You will grow. And you will control it.” Nyra smiled warmly.“You are the true mate of the strongest Alpha in the Wolf Realm.”Ethan remained silent, but
By the time Ethan reached his study, Healer Maera was already waiting outside.A worn brown satchel hung from her shoulder, filled with herbs, remedies, and healing supplies she carried wherever she went.The moment she spotted him, she bowed respectfully.“Alpha.”Before Ethan could respond, Rowan stepped forward quickly, bypassing them to open the study door.Ethan inclined his head toward the healer.“Welcome, Maera.”She straightened.“Thank you, Alpha.”Ethan gestured towards the room. "After you."Maera entered first.Ethan followed behind her while Rowan remained outside the study, quietly taking his post beside the door.As soon as the door closed, Ethan moved toward one of the chairs and began removing his torn training shirt.The blood-soaked leather shirt slipped from his shoulders, exposing his bare chest. Three deep claw marks stretched across his chest, still slowly bleeding.Maera winced slightly as she set her satchel on the desk. “Oh, goodness gracious,” she murmured
Ethan knelt down in front of her, his warm shadow fell over her trembling form.Without a word, he gently reached out and lifted her chin, forcing her tear-filled eyes to meet his.“Look at me,” he said softly.Arielle tried to, but she couldn’t.Her gaze dropped again.“I’m sorry,” she whispered, her voice shaking.Ethan’s expression softened.“I know.”“I didn’t mean to hurt you.”“I know, Little Moon,” he repeated gently.Before she could pull away or sink deeper into her guilt, Ethan pulled her into his uninjured shoulder. Arielle went completely still, her breath catching in her throat.The scent of his blood lingered between them, a cruel reminder of what she had done.Yet he was holding her.His arm wrapped firmly around her, while his hand rested gently on the back of her head, pressing her gently into the crook of his neck. “It wasn’t you,” Ethan whispered into her hair.His deep voice was calm and steady.“It was the power, Little Moon. It’s still wild and unstable.”He he
Something was wrong. Ethan had known it even before they started sparring. What had started as a simple test was quickly turning into a struggle to keep up with her.Steel clashed loudly across the arena as Arielle’s sword came at him again.And again.And again.Every strike Arielle aimed at him was faster than the last, her blade cutting through the air with deadly precision.Ethan blocked, twisted, and stepped aside, but a deep frown had settled on his face.Arielle should have been slowing down by now, he thought.Any ordinary wolf would have been exhausted after moving at such speed for this long.But she wasn’t.If anything, she seemed to be getting stronger, almost as though the fight itself was feeding whatever strange power had awakened inside her.“Arielle,” Ethan commanded, his deep voice cutting through the clash of steel. “Enough. Step back.”She didn’t answer.Her eyes were wide and fixed on his chest, but something about them made Ethan’s heart tighten.She looked dist
The world around them had never truly stopped. Warriors still sparred across the grounds, steel continued to clash, and the hum of voices drifted through the arena. Yet somehow, it all felt insignificant, like none of it seemed to exist anymore.Ethan found himself walking toward her before he even realized it.Arielle noticed him approaching and smiled softly.His heart immediately softened."You did well today," Ethan said as he stopped in front of her.Arielle smiled."Coming from you, I'll take that as a compliment.""It is a compliment."A small laugh escaped her.Ethan couldn't help smiling back.For a few seconds, neither of them spoke.They simply looked at each other.Comfortable.Warm.Safe.Then Ethan's smile slowly faded.Something felt...Off.His eyes narrowed slightly."Arielle?""Hmm?" she answered."Are you alright?"She blinked."Of course. Why?"Ethan frowned.Now that he was standing this close, he could see it clearly.Her breathing wasn't normal.Her heartbeat wa
The heavy iron-bound doors of the training grounds swung open with a deep, echoing creak.Conversations died instantly. The rhythmic clank of practice swords faltered. One by one, heads turned until every gaze in the vast arena settled on the pair standing at the entrance.Ethan stepped in first, his presence hitting the room like a physical weight, dark, unyielding, and absolute.But today, it was the woman beside him who stole the breath from every chest in the room.Arielle.A subtle, electric shift moved through the air. There was recognition, sharp curiosity, and something quieter, a genuine admiration. The warriors straightened instinctively, and then, as if moved by a single invisible string, they bowed low."Alpha.""And Luna."The title lingered in the air. Arielle felt it settle against her skin, heavy and real. Luna.As they rose, soft murmurs rippled through the ranks like wind through wheat."Do you see them together?""They actually look...""Perfect," one warrior wh
Drusilla led Arielle into the mansion in silence.The grand halls of Blackthorn Estate glowed with warm lights, but Arielle felt none of it.They had almost reached the foot of the staircase when low voices drifted from the corridor ahead.Two maids stood near the banister, their heads bent close t
Ethan stood in front of them, His expression was unreadable, but his eyes lingered on Arielle, steady and unreadable.For a moment, silence stretched between them, broken only by the rustle of the wind.Then his voice came, low and calm.“Drusilla,” he said, not taking his eyes off Arielle, “that’s
The maids moved gracefully around the dining table, serving the meal with silent precision. The air was thick with unspoken tension. Once the last dish was served, the maids withdrew quietly.The only sounds that remained were the soft clinking of utensils and the crackling of the hearth until Etha
Arielle woke up to the soothing scents of burning wood and leather. The aroma was unfamiliar, too masculine to belong to her chamber. She knew it was not her chamber, because she couldn't perceive the familiar notes of floral and lavender that usually clung to her sheets.She lay on a vast bed o







