MasukI was supposed to be a bride, not a prize. On my wedding day, the scent of expensive pine and pack law was replaced by the metallic tang of blood and ancient power. The man who dragged me into the darkness wasn't a stranger—he was the ghost who haunted my childhood. Silas. My former stepfather. "You’re shaking, little wolf," he growled, his voice a low vibration against my neck that made my skin ignite. "Is it fear, or is your heat finally waking up for its True Alpha?" Years ago, he was the man who walked out on my mother; now, he’s the Rogue King who’s come to reclaim the throne. But the twist isn't just the mate bond burning between us—it’s the realization that the boy I was supposed to marry is Silas’s long-lost son. The 'Step' was just a label; the 'Mate' is a blood-deep command. Silas isn't just taking back his pack—he's taking his Queen. "Your fiancé was a placeholder," he whispered, pinning me against the cold stone of his den. "Tonight, you learn why I’m the only one allowed to hear you scream." In this realm of wolves and war, I’m no longer a pawn. I’m the Luna of the Rogues, and the True Alpha has finally come home to claim his crown—and me.
Lihat lebih banyakThe silence that followed did not feel empty.It felt expectant.Like the world itself had been holding its breath, waiting for something to shift—and now that it had, nothing would ever return to what it was before.Ivara stood still, her pulse finally slowing, but the echo of those words refused to leave her.You were a weapon.Not a mistake.Not an accident.Designed.Made.Every instinct in her screamed to reject it, to tear it apart and deny it until nothing remained—but something deeper, something older than her fear, had already accepted it.That was what unsettled her the most.Not the truth.But how familiar it felt.“You’re too quiet,” Kael said.His voice cut through her thoughts, low and controlled, but she heard the tension beneath it.Good.He should be tense.He should be worried.Because she was done being the only one in the dark.“You knew,” she said.It wasn’t a question.Kael didn’t answer immediately.That was answer enough.Something sharp twisted in her chest, b
The night did not breathe the same way twice.Ivara noticed it the moment she stepped beyond the cracked stone arch that marked the invisible threshold between territories. The air here was heavier, thicker with something ancient and watchful. It pressed against her skin like a warning, like the land itself was aware of her trespass and was deciding whether to reject her or consume her whole.She did not slow down.Behind her, Kael walked in silence, his presence steady but dangerous. He had not spoken since they crossed into the outer edges of the Rogue Realm, and that alone told her how serious this was. Kael was not a man who held his tongue unless the situation demanded it.Or unless he didn’t trust himself to speak.“Say it,” Ivara muttered without turning. “Whatever is going on in that head of yours.”A pause.Then, “You’re walking into something you don’t understand.”She gave a quiet, humorless laugh. “That has been my entire life.”“That’s not the same thing.”Now she stopped
Chapter 22The moment their blood touched the fractured ground, the world didn’t just react—it recognized them.Power surged upward like a living force, violent and immediate, slamming into Arden’s chest so hard it knocked the breath out of her lungs. The symbols carved into the pillars erupted into blinding light, no longer flickering but blazing, as if something ancient had just been awakened after centuries of silence.The creature recoiled.Not fully.Not retreating.But resisting.A sound tore from it—deep, layered, wrong. It wasn’t a scream. It was something older, something that vibrated through bone and marrow, something that made every instinct inside Arden twist violently.Silas didn’t let go of her.His blood was still dripping from his palm, mixing with hers on the ground, and where the two met, the stone itself began to change.Lines spread outward.Not cracks.Markings.Precise.Intentional.Arden’s vision blurred as the patterns formed, her mind struggling to keep up wi
Chapter 21The crack in the earth did not stop growing.It tore wider with a sound that didn’t belong to this world, something deeper than stone breaking, something that echoed like a scream dragged through time itself. The hollow trembled violently, pillars shaking as glowing symbols flickered in and out like they were fighting to stay alive.Arden couldn’t breathe properly.Not because of fear.Because something was pulling at her.From the inside.From the mark.Her knees nearly buckled again, but this time she forced herself to stay upright, fingers digging into her palms hard enough to hurt. Pain grounded her. Barely.The darkness below shifted.It wasn’t empty.It wasn’t just energy.It was aware.And it was reaching.A low, distorted sound crawled out of the fracture, like a voice trying to form through something that had forgotten how to speak.The crowd broke.Rogues who feared nothing began stepping back, then faster, then turning completely as instinct overpowered pride. So
IVARA"You said you'd be taking me to Lucian and my father!" I hissed, my voice echoing off the damp, narrow walls of the dark passage. I dug my heels into the cold stone, my chest heaving with a mixture of betrayal and raw panic. I felt like a fool to believe him, to expect anything resembling ho
IVARA The air left my lungs in a cold rush, I slowly sank back into the bed. My father...he wouldn't... He was desperate but to sell me to humans? To be harvested? Was the wedding really a sham? "You're lying," I growled, my nails digging into my palms as tears threatened to blur my vision. "My f
IVARA The white silk of my wedding dress felt like a shroud, cinched so tight I could barely draw enough oxygen to say 'I do' I stood at the altar of the Lunar Cathedral, my palms slick against the stems of white lillies that somehow smelled suspiciously like a funeral. Standing in front of me,
IVARA TWO YEARS AGO "Ivara, I need you at the palace immediately.. You're wasting time!" My father barked, grating on my last nerve. He's literally in my room, and he's shouting like he's miles away. "I'm coming, father!" I groaned, shoving one last hairpin into my mess of a bun. "Could you hur


















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