LOGINOn the night of her wolf-awakening and birthday, Danika Wolfbane’s world shattered. The man she believed to be her destined mate betrayed her in the cruelest way—choosing her sister over her. Heartbroken and humiliated, she thought her fate had been sealed in despair. But the Moon Goddess had other plans. Instead of letting Danika drown in betrayal, the goddess marks her with a new destiny—binding her to a rare mate, a Lycan King whose power is feared across realms. A man of unmatched strength and dominance, yet one who shows her a devotion she has never known. Now Danika faces an impossible choice. Can she learn to trust again, or will the scars of betrayal chain her heart to the past? Will she surrender to the man who once broke her when he crawls back, begging for forgiveness? Or will she risk everything for the Lycan King, a stranger whose passion ignites a fire within her but whose future she cannot predict? Love, power, and obsession collide in a storm that will either heal her broken soul or consume her completely.
View MoreMira p.O.V Arrows flew, some hitting the rogues, others vanishing into the wild. Screams tore through the clearing. I drew my blade, the crude sword Drake had helped us forge. Its weight steadied me. I darted forward, slashing at a rogue that lunged too close, while the wolves from afar dropped dead the moment my inner venom stung, the ones from afar. I would take it upon myself to make sure they regret ever picking on us, and worse still, foolishly choosing the time of the night to attack. The blade slashed through its chest. And crimson liquid gushed out, but then another wolf crashed into me, sending me sprawling. I slammed into a tree, and pain flared, exploding through my back. Before I could absorb the pain, I heard it—the tiny voice of a child's cry. I turned, my heart hammering against my ribs when I finally saw him. A small boy, no older than seven, stood frozen as a ro
Mira's P.O.V The hours during the training stretched long. Like an endless abyss. At first, the Vipers fumbled with the learning. The arrows, when they tried to shoot, veered wide and the string snapped loose. Their hands shook from tension, maybe, and their patience frayed. But Drake did not leave them alone. Like he was one of us, he moved among them. Correcting them in their postures, studying their grips, and shaping discipline from chaos. Here, elbow higher, he told one. And don't forget to breathe before you release the arrow. The Viper did as he was told. But his curiosity got the better of him, and he asked, why should we place our elbows higher? Because it gives you more clarity to aim. Hey, anchor your hand here. He guided another, tapping beneath his jaw. In a blink, he had left the first person and corrected another. Again and again, he corrected them until arrows beg
Mira's P.O.V It was my father's voice standing opposite me. His face was set in cold defiance. His eyes fixed on Drake and glaring daggers at him. We will not submit to wolf training. We are not your kind, and we will not be molded into them. At his words. The clearing went silent, and all eyes slowly turned from my father to Drake, and then to me, a refusal in moments like this could ignite war within seconds. My pulse thundered in my ears. I took a deep breath. Wasn't my father stepping out of line at this point? You don't speak for all of us, father. I said. Finally, I didn't even know how steady my voice was, despite the way my pulse thundered in my ears, his facial features scrunched up in disbelief. You would betray us so easily after what his kind did. Your mother. Father's voice was venomous, searing through the silence. I am not betraying her. I am protecting us. If you
Mira P.O.V Why was he being so kind? Why had he rushed himself to save me? I thought all werewolves were the same, so why this wasn't helping? None of this was helping. Are you really hurt? He asked, examining me, when I remained silent, I'm fine. I said, through gritted teeth, annoyed. And I didn't beg you to save me. The thought that a miscreant like him saved me was a no for me. I pushed him off of me and stood to my feet. Panic struck his being. Careful. I told you they were waiting for the right moment, did I not? Or maybe you planned it with your dog so that I could believe you. I deadpanned. Hurt flashed in his eyes, and I felt a little guilty. I mean, he just saved me back there. But so what I didn't—his reply was low, carrying the weight I didn't want to acknowledge. How do I believe? I had barely finished the sentence when we heard a twig break, someone was coming. We snapp






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