LOGIN“Unfortunately, you must die, Luna Lyara,” Alpha Kaelen whispered. It wasn't enough that I had to endure the curse to replace him, and his decision to turn his face away from me for another woman, he still betrayed me until the end. He stabbed me with his own hands and pushed me off the cliff. When I thought everything was over, time spun back and brought me back to the past, exactly three weeks after I was cursed. This time, I won’t be the victim. I’ll free myself from the curse, reverse fate, and protect the people I love. I won’t be dragged along by the predetermined path set by that scoundrel Kaelen. I’m determined to write my own destiny with my own hands! *** “…Lyara.” I didn’t know what he was saying. I could only catch one word, my name, which he whispered softly. Ah, there’s still someone who cares about me like this. With trembling hands, I tried to reach his face. The sticky sensation flooding his cheeks, I knew it. He was crying. Was he crying because of me? “Don’t… cry…” I said, my words breaking off. The pain and tingling in my throat brought back the painful cough. My right hand fell onto his chest. Unintentionally, my fingers touched the pendant necklace around his neck. A unique and beautiful sun-shaped pendant. “Thank you,” I said with a bitter smile.
View MoreThe hall of Fanghart Palace, which moments ago had been breathing in rhythm with music and laughter, now seemed to hold its breath in unison. Since my body had grown weak in the embrace of the Alpha King, the Alpha King's aura radiated unchecked—an invisible wave pressing down on the chest of everyone in the room. The pressure was like a tidal wave: chairs creaked softly, servants knelt with heads bowed, and even the Alphas tensed, jaws clenched against an intensity they rarely—almost never—felt. “Everyone step back.” The Alpha King’s voice was heavy, sharp, leaving no room for negotiation. “No one approach.” That aura—which to others looked like a flash of lightning—felt on my skin like a blanket spread out in panic. The Alpha King held the world back with both hands so it wouldn’t touch me. I understood. Because behind all the titles, behind all the oaths, his fear was simple: loss. Luna Meyra crouched beside me, staring at me through the curtain of her hair. “Luna Lyara, hear my
Music echoed through the grand hall of Fanghart Palace that evening—not merely as entertainment, but as a sign that the world refused to sink into grief. Crystal chandeliers cast a golden glow that reflected off the marble walls, while the polished stone floor reflected the shadows of guests passing by. In the air, the aroma of baked bread, warm herbs, and young wine mingled with the scent of flowers arranged in tall vases. From the upper balconies, long blue and silver fabrics hung like trails of light. Outside the walls, each pack held celebrations in their own territories: bonfires burned in the squares, drums were beaten late into the night, and children danced with ribbons in their hair. But the center of it all was here, in the hall of Fanghart Castle—where the Alphas and Lunas gathered, toasted, and renewed their old vows. This night is called by many as the night of justice, and also the night of victory. I step into the hall with Aric’s hand gripping mine tightly; the greeti
That morning, the sky over the Fanghart palace was still gray, as if sharing in the heart-wrenching grief of everyone gathered in the special cemetery near the palace. Dew still clung to the grass, but the scent of damp earth could not mask the bitter reality: five hundred souls had fallen. A small pack had vanished overnight—nothing remained but the names that would be remembered. I stood among the long rows, dressed in simple black attire. Beside me, Alpha King stood tall, his face showing little emotion, but I knew his chest was as heavy as mine. A long whistle echoed, summoning us all to silence. The ceremony began. The funeral officer reads out the names one by one. His voice is firm, but occasionally hoarse, as if each name is a stab to his own chest. Around us, the Lunas, Alphas, warriors, and grieving families bow their heads, many unable to hold back their tears. The sound of sobs mingles with the whispered prayers. I clenched my fingers tightly. Five hundred. A number too
The Alpha King's office was filled with the dim light of candles, enough to reveal the weary faces sitting around him. The scent of burning wood lingered in the air, mingling with the smell of blood and iron that had not yet faded from memory. I sat beside Alpha King, my hands clutching the report just sent by Beta Casren. There was something in my chest that made my breath heavy, as though the weight of war had not yet truly ended. "Lyara," Alpha King's voice was soft yet sharp, like a sword that never dulls. "Look at this." I lowered my gaze. The report wasn’t just about the battlefield we had just won. It was about the world. About the light of justice descending not just over the Fanghart palace, not just over the Silvergrove pack’s lands, but spreading to every corner. The entire world witnessed the same enforcement: the bodies of traitors melting before their families and packs. There was no place to hide. My heart was shattered. I imagined how, at the farthest corners of the
Lyara Wolfborne's POV When the blood droplets touched the ground, I felt as if an ancient door was being knocked from within. The first light was not a blinding explosion—it was a long breath descending from beneath my roots, creeping to the surface, then spreading through the veins of the earth.
Author POV Lyara didn't fall to the ground. She fell into someone's arms. The burning sensation in her right shoulder, which hadn't completely subsided, made her eyes blurry, but the familiar smell of skin and metal kept her head from sinking. Alpha King embraced her—not as a leader, but as a mate
Dawn had not yet fully revealed the horizon when the Lattice Aegis network pulsed for the first time. A faint light crept along the rune stings we had planted in the ancient roots, menhirs, and moss-covered stones. Three faint flashes rippled across the invisible map—local waves, cross-pack, and ce
"Lyara," Alpha King's voice sounded low as we walked side by side toward the meeting room. "Are you sure we've prepared everything? I can sense unease even before we enter this room." "I'm sure," I replied, though my breath felt heavy. "But that confidence doesn't mean I'm without fear. I just do
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