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Chapter 1 :The blood moon ultimatum
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2025-07-10 20:45:03The sky burned crimson as the Blood Moon climbed above the peaks of Moonveil Ridge, casting an eerie red glow over the werewolf lands. Every year, the Blood Moon marked the season of mating, of fated bonds... and this year, it carried a deeper curse.
Aria Moonveil, Luna of the Moonveil Pack, stood at the edge of the ceremonial cliff, arms crossed, jaw clenched. At twenty-four, she ruled without a mate — a rare, almost blasphemous choice in her world. But Aria didn’t care about tradition. She didn’t want to be bound. She didn’t need a man — especially not the one being forced upon her tonight.
Her auburn hair whipped in the wind, glowing like embers beneath the moonlight. Her wolf stirred uneasily beneath her skin, unsettled by the scent of what was coming — change, danger... something ancient.
“I refuse,” she said, her voice cold as steel.
Her father, the retired Alpha, narrowed his eyes. “You don’t have a choice, Aria. The Council has agreed. The vampire prince arrives before midnight.”
“A vampire?” she spat. “You expect me to mate with a bloodsucker? What next — a snake shifter? A ghost?”
He stepped forward. “It’s either that or war. Our pack’s territory borders Nightborne. The vampires are demanding peace through union. And the prophecy—”
“Prophecy, prophecy, prophecy,” Aria snapped. “You’re all so obsessed with dead witches scribbling on cave walls.”
Her father’s eyes softened. “This isn't just politics. Prince Varek has power beyond any wolf or vamp we’ve seen. The elders believe your bond could save both races.”
She laughed — bitter and sharp. “Or destroy us.”
Silence fell. Only the howling wind stirred the trees. Aria felt the weight of the moon pressing on her skin, pulling at the dormant power within her. She was strong. Smart. Stubborn. And she wasn’t going to be some vampire’s pretty little Luna.
“I’ll meet him,” she said finally, “but I won’t play nice.”
An hour later, beneath the burning moon, the vampire prince arrived.
He stepped out of the obsidian carriage in a swirl of black silk and shadows. Prince Varek Damaris, heir to the Nightborne throne, wore no crown — but the air bent around him with quiet authority. His skin was pale like polished marble, his hair jet black, and his eyes... crimson fire.
He looked at her as if he already owned her.
Aria’s wolf growled inside her chest, fur bristling with instinctual dislike. The scent of blood and old magic clung to him like an invisible cloak.
Varek's lips curled into something between a smirk and a snarl. “So. You’re the infamous Luna who would rather die than kneel.”
“And you’re the arrogant bloodsucker who thinks I will,” she fired back, chin raised.
Their eyes locked — and the world shifted.
A sudden pull, raw and primal, snapped between them like a live wire. Their souls touched for a second — terrifying and electric. A scent filled the air, one that neither of them could place but both instinctively recognized.
Mate.
Aria stumbled back, fangs bared. “No.”
Varek blinked, his smirk faltering just slightly. “You felt that too.”
“I fight fate,” she snarled. “I don’t bend to it.”
He stepped forward, voice velvet-dark. “Then this should be fun
He tried to near her with the intention of kissing her but instead of landing of her lip it landed on her face because she turned .
She barked at him"did I give you the permission to that " well you don't need to cause i own she glared at him pervert.
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