LOGINElena Vale never knew her father. Raised in hardship after her mother’s heroic sacrifice, she devoted her life to becoming the best Pack Healer in the Silvermist Pack. But when the Moon Goddess fated her to Alpha Damien—the very son of the couple her mother died protecting—Elena thought her life was finally turning around. Until he rejected her. Labeled a weak, unwanted orphan, Elena was cast aside as unworthy of the Luna title. Forced to attend Damien’s wedding to his new bride, the cruel and entitled Samantha, Elena endured brutal public humiliation. Just as she was about to lose the last shred of her dignity, a powerful stranger intervened. That stranger was Lucien Draven—the mysterious and dangerously magnetic Lycan King. Drawn to each other by a force neither of them could resist, one night of forbidden passion changed Elena’s fate forever. She never expected to wake up marked… and carrying the King’s children. But as secrets unravel, enemies close in, and a crown hangs in the balance, Elena must choose—will she remain the rejected orphan? Or rise as the Queen destiny always intended her to be?
View MoreGot it—less fragmented, more immersive, more human. I’ll keep the intensity but smooth it into a natural narrative flow with deeper internal voice and richer description.CHAPTER 44LUCIEN’S POVThe moment Elena spoke, I knew we had crossed a line we couldn’t return from.“Drop it.”It wasn’t just a command. It was a claim.The air itself seemed to tighten, as if the world was holding its breath to see who would win.For a heartbeat, nothing happened.Varek didn’t move. His fingers remained locked around the device, knuckles paling, his expression carefully composed—but I saw it. That flicker in his eyes. Not fear.Uncertainty.And the creatures…They trembled.Every single one of them stood rigid, their bodies caught in a silent war between two opposing forces. I could feel it—Elena’s power pressing outward, not wild or chaotic like before, but deliberate. Controlled. Like a blade finding its mark.This wasn’t the same girl who had been on her knees minutes ago, fighting just to brea
Chapter 43ELENA’S POV“Let’s try something new.”The moment those words left his mouth—My body reacted.Pain.Blinding.Instant.Unforgiving.I screamed.It tore out of me before I could stop it, my knees hitting the ground as my hand flew to my side.The mark—It burned.Not like before.Not a warning.Not a signal.This felt like it was being ripped open from the inside.“Elena!” Lucien’s voice came sharp, urgent, right beside me.I barely heard him.Because all I could feel—Was him.Not Lucien.Varek.Inside my head.“You see?” his voice echoed, smooth and satisfied. “Still connected.”“Get out—” I choked, my fingers digging into my skin as if I could tear the mark out.Lucien’s hands grabbed me, firm, grounding.“Look at me,” he demanded. “Elena, look at me.”I tried.God, I tried—But my vision blurred.Split.Two worlds colliding.The clearing—And—The lab.“No…” I whimpered.Cold metal walls flickered into existence around me.Machines.Lights.Chains.“No, no, no—” I shook
Chapter 42LUCIEN’S POVThis was a trap.Not a reckless attack.Not a desperate retrieval.A demonstration.I could see it now in the way they moved.The way they waited.Disciplined.Controlled.Watching for a command.Not wolves.Not soldiers.Something worse.“Elena,” I said under my breath, not taking my eyes off Varek, “when I say run this time… you don’t stop.”Silence behind me.Then—“No.”My jaw tightened.“This is not a debate.”“I’m not leaving you,” she shot back.Something in my chest twisted.Annoying.Inconvenient.Dangerous.“Your presence is a liability right now,” I said coldly.A lie.Because the truth?She was the center of all of this.And that made her the most valuable target—And the most dangerous weapon on the field.“I don’t care,” she said, her voice shaking—but firm. “I’m not running again.”I exhaled slowly.Stubborn.Of all the traits she could have—This one might get her killed.Or me.“Touching,” Varek’s voice cut in smoothly. “Truly.”My gaze snapped
Chapter 41ELENA’S POVRun.That was the last thing Lucien said.And for once—I listened.My legs moved before my mind could catch up, carrying me away from the clearing, away from him—from both of them.The cold night air burned my lungs as I ran blindly through the camp, past fallen guards, overturned crates, flickering firelight that cast everything in chaos and shadow.Don’t stop.Don’t look back.But my heart—My stupid, traitorous heart—Stayed behind.With Lucien.A deafening crack echoed behind me.The ground trembled beneath my feet.I stumbled, catching myself on a wooden post, my breath hitching.They were fighting.Every instinct screamed at me to keep going.To disappear.To survive.But—What if he couldn’t?“No,” I whispered, shaking my head hard. “No, he’s strong. He’s—he’s the Lycan King…”Lucien wasn’t someone who lost.He wasn’t someone who could lose.…right?Another explosion of power ripped through the air.Closer this time.Stronger.I flinched.And then—I fel
GLORY"I still have not seen any tangible reason I should invest in this, Mr. Mahoor." I said, falling back to my seat as I kept my gaze on the flip charts before flicking it to his fearful ones. We've been here for the past one hour and it felt like they were all going in circles. Sweat beaded his
Lucien’s POVThe ballroom still smelled of roses and wine long after the last guest had left. Laughter and music had faded into echoes, replaced by the silence of polished marble and dying candle flames. I stood alone near the grand windows, staring into the night sky, the crown of responsibility p
Elena’s POVThe night was quiet, broken only by the soft chirping of crickets and the crackling fire in the healer’s hut. The scent of herbs lingered in the air—sage, lavender, a touch of wolfsbane. My hands were stained green from grinding leaves, but my heart felt lighter here than it ever had ba
“Pass me the mugwort leaves,” I said firmly, my hands already pressing down against the wound of the young warrior stretched out on the bed. His breathing came in shallow gasps, sweat slicking his temples, the gash across his ribs refusing to stop bleeding.“Yes, healer,” Mira, my apprentice, rushe






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