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This has been a day she have anticipated for all her life, her eighteenth birthday, the day when she will fully transform to a werewolf and bond with her mate, it was supposed to be the day when she will prove herself as the true heiress and Alpha Queen of the Silver Pack.
But it seemed fate had written it's own story, everything happened too fast, way too fast for her to understand. Blood tasted like rust and broken promises. Aurelia Nightfall dragged herself through the dirt, every breath a razor cutting her chest. The cold mud of the Forbidden Woods sucked at her gown as though the earth itself wanted to bury her. “Keep crawling,” Seraphine’s voice called out behind her—sweet as honey, poisonous as wolfsbane. Aurelia’s nails dug into the soil. Her sister. Her beloved little sister. The girl she protected, defended, gave everything to. And the one who drove the dagger between her ribs. Wolves circled, eyes gleaming—waiting for their Alpha Princess to fall still so they could feast. The Alpha Prince—her fated mate—stood over her with cruel satisfaction burning in his once beautiful eyes. “You’re a disgrace,” he said, wiping her blood off his blade. “Why would the Moon Goddess mate me with trash?” Aurelia’s vision blurred as she stared up at him. He was the destiny she once prayed for. Now her executioner. Seraphine crouched, grabbing Aurelia’s chin with manicured fingers. “Sister,” she whispered. “Did you truly think you deserved to rule? You can’t even shift.” She smiled—pure victory. “Thank you for stepping aside for me.” Aurelia’s heart cracked—pain deeper than the wounds tearing her body apart. Lightning flashed. Wind roared. Somewhere, the moon wept. Aurelia’s voice was a rasp of broken hope. “I loved you, Seraphine.” Her sister’s eyes flashed with hatred. “And that was your first mistake.” The silver blade plunged deeper—straight through Aurelia’s heart. Darkness swelled. Her wolf screamed inside her skull—too late. Far too late. A rustle tore through the trees. A growl like thunder. The ground shook beneath her body. Seraphine’s smirk finally fell. “He’s here,” the Prince whispered, trembling. “The Monster Alpha…” Silver eyes slashed through the night—feral and furious. The Rogue King. The richest, strongest, and most feared Alpha in history. He shifted mid-stride, towering, lethal fury carved into every line of his body. His gaze locked onto Aurelia— —and something ancient, dangerous, and possessive snapped inside him. “Who touched what is mine?” But Aurelia’s strength was gone. The last thing she saw was his hand reaching for her— —too late. Her heart stopped. Silence. Then… a voice. Not earthly. Not mortal. > "Child of Silver Flame… your story is not done. Die today… and rise stronger with dawn. You will return. Power awakened. Memory preserved. Vengeance blessed. Live again… and destroy the fate that destroyed you". 🔥 Aurelia gasped— Her soul yanked from death— Light swallowing darkness— ** She was reborn. Her second chance had begun.The floor surged beneath him like a living thing.Pain lanced through his skull—Seraphine did not move immediately.She watched him — not as a woman might look at a man, not as a prisoner at a captor, not even as an ally measuring resolve.She watched him like a ritual component deciding whether it would hold.Then she exhaled.“Lie down.”Lucien didn’t argue. He lowered himself back onto the thin mattress, every muscle protesting, the stone beneath it radiating cold through his bones.Seraphine stepped fully into the circle.The air changed the instant she crossed the boundary.Not colder. Not warmer.Denser.As if the world inside the ring existed under deeper water.She knelt beside him, close enough that he could smell her — jasmine, ash, iron, something wild underneath. Her hair fell forward like a dark curtain as she leaned over him, pressing her blood-stained palm flat against the center of his chest.Right above his heart.Lucien’s wolf surged violently at the contact — not i
Lucien woke to fire in his veins and the taste of iron at the back of his throat.For a long moment he did not move. He could not. His body felt pinned to the world by something heavier than weight — by gravity sharpened into a blade. Breath came shallow, dragging through lungs that felt scraped raw, as if he had been breathing smoke instead of air.Light flickered behind his eyelids.Not sunlight.Candlelight.When he forced his eyes open, the world resolved slowly, like paint bleeding into wet canvas. Stone ceiling. Shadows trembling across it. The faint smell of ash, herbs, and something older — something metallic and sacred at once.He was lying on a thin mattress placed directly on cold stone.Candles circled him.Dozens of them.Their flames burned an unnatural white-gold, steady despite the faint draft whispering through the chamber. Between them, carved into the floor, ran lines of dark ink and powdered silver, forming symbols that pulsed faintly — not with light exactly, but
Darkness did not fall.It was simply there.Not the gentle dark of night, not the peaceful hush beneath silver moonlight, but a vast, suffocating absence that seemed to swallow even the idea of sound. It stretched endlessly in every direction, thick and oppressive, pressing against Aurelia’s skin like cold water.She stood alone in it.Barefoot.Unarmed.Uncertain how long she had been there.The ground beneath her feet felt like ash — soft, shifting, warm in places and freezing in others. When she moved, it sighed, as though disturbed from an ancient sleep. Above her, there was no sky. No stars. No moon. Just a heavy, lightless void that gave nothing back.She tried to summon her power.Nothing came.Not the familiar hum beneath her skin. Not the flicker of silver light that had always answered her call. It was as though the Moon itself had turned its face away from her.Her chest tightened.“Lolli?” she called, her voice sounding too small, too human in the vast emptiness.No answer
The palace had never felt so hollow.Not quiet — hollow.As if something vital had been torn out of its heart, leaving behind only stone, shadow, and the echo of panic still clinging to the air. Servants moved like ghosts along the corridors. Guards spoke in murmurs. Every torch burned lower than usual, their flames wavering as though uncertain they were allowed to exist in such a fragile silence.At the center of it all lay Aurelia.Unmoving.Unreachable.Lucien had not left her side.Three healers had rotated through the chamber. Two had nearly collapsed from exhaustion. King Rowan himself had come and gone twice, issuing commands that rippled through the entire kingdom.None of it mattered.Because Aurelia had not woken.Lucien sat beside the bed, elbows braced on his knees, her hand trapped between both of his as if he could anchor her to this world by sheer force alone. Her skin was warm. Her breathing steady but faint.Too faint.His wolf paced inside him like a caged storm, cla
Lucien did not remember crossing the distance. One moment the chain was snapping toward Aurelia’s wrist, the next the world narrowed into red. Claws tore through air, through steel, through flesh. His impact hit the assassin mid-lunge with the force of a falling boulder. The man’s body slammed sideways into the shattered wall, stone exploding outward as bone gave way beneath Lucien’s weight. The glowing chain slipped from his grip—but not before its cold metal kissed Aurelia’s skin. The instant contact was made, the pulse went off. Not an explosion. Not light. Something worse. Aurelia gasped as if all the air had been ripped from her lungs at once. Her back arched violently, fingers clawing at nothing, a sound tearing from her throat that wasn’t quite a scream and wasn’t quite a wolf’s cry either. Lucien spun, eyes wild, abandoning the dying assassin without a second thought. “AURELIA!” She staggered backward, boots scraping against fractured stone. Her power ignited—but wr
Damon stood alone in his quarters, the quiet hum of the palace barely reaching him as he leaned against the stone wall, his fingers playing with the edge of his glass. The amber liquid swirled within, catching the light, reflecting back his thoughts in the same way. His mind danced between the plans already set in motion—everything was falling into place. Aurelia suspected nothing, and that was what made it so perfect.Her power had been tested, weakened, and the resonance had done its work. She had no idea that she was already tangled in their web.The attack—well, that had been phase one.Now, phase two was coming into play. The subtle manipulation, the games with Lucien, and the inevitable result of his loyalty. Aurelia would come to rely on him. And in doing so, she'd fall right into Damon’s hands.He smiled faintly. The wolf in him stirred, knowing that everything was just within reach.—---Meanwhile—----Lucien had returned to the palace after a day filled with tense council mee







