LOGINAluna grew up in a pack that never truly wanted her. Feared since childhood for a strange gift she could not control, she was branded cursed and treated as an omen of misfortune. Still, she clung to the hope that one day she would belong. That hope shattered on her sixteenth birthday. While others awakened their wolves and found their destined mates, Aluna was left with nothing. No wolf. No bond. In front of the entire pack, Wilson, the Alpha’s son, revealed she was his mate—only to reject her publicly and choose her sister, Grace, as his future Luna. The humiliation stripped her of the last shred of safety she had. From that moment, cruelty became her daily reality. Starved, overworked, and degraded by both pack and family, Aluna endured a life designed to break her. What none of them realized was that every act of suffering was awakening something ancient within her. Her power was not a curse. It was dormant. A hidden prophecy spoke of a coming Blood Moon that would threaten all supernatural beings. Only the child of the Moon Goddess could stop it. Aluna’s parents knew this truth—and believed her pain was preparation. When she is later traded in a political exchange to a ruthless Alpha, Aluna begins to lose all hope of survival. Everything changes when Dalton, the son of the King of Wolves, arrives. Cursed with uncontrollable bloodlust during every full moon, Dalton had long abandoned his search for salvation. Until he meets Aluna. As fate draws them together, Aluna must choose whether to save a world that never showed her mercy—or finally choose herself.
View MoreAluna’s POVThe silence in the room did not stay peaceful for long.At first, it wrapped around me gently, like something careful, something controlled. It matched the room. It matched everything I had seen since waking here. Nothing out of place. Nothing loud. Nothing threatening.But then… it shifted.It started with a sound. Faint, so faint I almost ignored it. I stilled, my head tilting slightly as I listened. Soft chirping. Birds.My gaze slowly drifted toward the window. At first, I thought they must be close, perhaps resting just outside, hidden within the trees that bordered the palace grounds.But the more I listened… The more I realized that wasn’t true, they were far. Too far. And yet I could hear them clearly.Every flutter of wings. Every tiny movement. The way the wind brushed through leaves and carried their sound across the distance like it was nothing.My chest tightened, that wasn’t normal.I moved toward the window slowly, almost cautiously, as if getting closer wou
Aluna’s POVWe remained by the window, the silence between us no longer heavy, yet not entirely comfortable either. My gaze lingered on the warriors below, their movements sharp and disciplined, every strike controlled, every step measured. There was no chaos in their strength. Only order.It felt… different.Slowly, my attention shifted away from them.For the first time since I woke, I allowed myself to truly look around.The room.It was not extravagant in the way I had imagined a king’s chamber would be. There were no unnecessary decorations, no overwhelming displays of wealth. Instead, everything carried a quiet authority.The walls were layered in deep charcoal and muted grey, smooth and refined, with faint patterns that revealed themselves only when the light touched them just right. The colors were not cold. They were steady. Grounded.The floor beneath my feet was polished dark wood, clean and reflective, each step echoing softly as though even sound respected the space. The
Aluna POV He did not respond immediately. His eyes studied me in a way that made heat rise under my skin, not from shame, but from being seen too clearly.“You owe me nothing for doing what was necessary,” he said.Necessary.I did not know whether that comforted me or not.A memory surfaced suddenly. The woman in white. Her calm voice. The way she looked at me as if I were something more than broken.I swallowed.“There was a lady,” I said cautiously. “In the realm. She white light surrounds her.”His expression shifted slightly, but not in anger.“She helped sever the tether,” he said.“Who is she?” I asked carefully, watching his face for any sign I had crossed a line.“She serves something older than either of us. She is the priestess.” I lowered my gaze again. “She said… I could heal it. Although I don't know how. Do I have to prepare herbs, what can I do to heal you.”My eyes flickered to the dark markings.“She said I am…” The words caught in my throat. “The moon goddess’s chi
Aluna’s POVDarkness did not feel empty.It felt watched.The last thing I remembered was the tear in the spirit realm and that presence behind it. Not the witch. Something older. Something that had stirred when the tether shattered. Then everything went black.When I woke, it was not gentle. Air tore into my lungs like I had been drowning. My body jolted, and pain followed a dull, deep ache in my veins, in my wrists, in my chest. My hands flew instinctively to my stomach, to my arms, expecting to feel the altar beneath me, the bite of carved stone, the drain of my blood being taken drop by drop.There was no altar.No chanting.No crimson flames.Instead, there were sheets beneath my fingers. Soft. Thick. Clean.My eyes opened slowly.The ceiling above me was high, lined with dark beams and carved markings I did not recognize. Sunlight filtered in through tall windows framed by heavy curtains. The air smelled of pine and iron and something sharper beneath it. Power.My heart began t
Dalton’s POVDawn arrives slowly, stretching pale gold fingers across the sky as if the world itself is hesitant to wake.I am already awake.I sit at the edge of my bed for a long moment, elbows resting lightly on my knees, staring at the faint light spilling through the tall windows. The air is c
Dalton’s POVThe courtyard is silent, but the silence is not empty. It is watching. Waiting.Ryder holds my gaze, and in that single measured second, I see it.A shift, Subtle, Precise.His shoulders roll back slightly. His chin lifts a fraction higher. The tension that had gathered around his mout
Dalton’s POVBy the time I step through the palace doors, the night has softened into a quiet hush, but my mind has not.The scent reaches me first.Roasted venison glazed in herbs. Buttered roots. Fresh bread brushed with honey. It wraps around me with warmth that feels almost foreign after a day
Dalton’s POVThe corridor outside the council wing hums with quiet urgency.James stands a few steps away from me, his posture straight, eyes unfocused for a brief second. I recognized the look immediately.He is mind linking.The faint flicker of energy brushes the edges of my senses as he connect












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