LOGINSYNOPSIS: Elara Vance spent her entire life as the invisible, "wolfless" servant of the Silver Moon Pack, counting down the days until her eighteenth birthday when she hoped her fated mate would save her. But when the clock strikes twelve, her mate the future Beta, Liam publicly rejects her for being weak, choosing a warrior she-wolf instead. Heartbroken and exiled into the deadly Blackwood Forest, Elara prepares to die. Instead, she is found by Damon Blackwood, a ruthless billionaire and the Alpha King of all packs. Damon doesn't see a defect; he sees his Queen. As Elara navigates a new world of unimaginable wealth and danger, her dormant wolf begins to wake, revealing a bloodline so rare it could bring the werewolf world to its knees. Now, the Beta who rejected her wants her back, but he will have to go through the King to get her.
View MoreElara's POVThe suitcase was too big. I pushed it away with my foot. Kael would definitely see a large bag on the security cameras. I needed something smaller. I walked to the closet. I found my old backpack. The zipper was completely broken. The fabric was frayed. It looked like trash next to Damon's clothes. I opened it. I stuffed two thick sweaters inside. I added a pair of faded jeans and warm socks. I did not take the silk dresses. I did not take the cashmere coats. I left the diamond earrings on the nightstand. They sparkled under the lamp. They belonged to a Queen. I was just a runaway servant. I had to travel light.My chest hurt. It felt like a heavy rock was sitting on my ribs. I had to leave a note. If I vanished, Damon would tear the city apart. He would hunt me. He would start his war with Marcus today. I could not let that happen. My mother's bones were on the line. I walked to the desk. I found a heavy gold pen and white paper. My hand shook violently. I dropped the pen
ELara's POVThe bed was cold.I opened my eyes. The spot next to me was empty. The silk sheets were twisted. They smelled like sandalwood and smoke. Damon was gone.I sat up. My muscles ached. It was a deep ache. A good ache. I pulled the heavy blanket up to my chin. The penthouse was totally silent. The morning sun poured through the huge glass windows. It hurt my eyes.I threw my legs over the side of the bed. My bare feet touched the thick carpet. I stood up slowly. I walked to the bathroom.I looked in the mirror above the sink.I did not look like the servant girl from the Silver Moon pack. My hair was wild. My lips were swollen. And right there on my neck was a mark. A deep red bruise turning purple at the edges.The Alpha King had claimed me.I touched the mark. It felt hot under my fingertips. A shiver ran down my spine. It was not a dream. He really chose me. He carried me out of the snow. He put me in his bed.But a dark feeling settled in my stomach. A heavy rock of fear.
Elara's POVThe penthouse was quiet.It was a stark contrast to the chaos of the ballroom. No screaming. No breaking glass. Just the soft hum of the air conditioning and the distant sound of city traffic.Kael helped Damon through the front door. Damon was leaning heavily on his Beta. His skin was pale. The blood on his chest had dried to a dark, flaky crust. He looked exhausted. The shift had taken everything out of him."I called the pack doctor," Kael said, his voice tight with worry. "He’s five minutes out.""Cancel it," Damon grunted. He pushed himself off Kael and stumbled toward the stairs."Alpha, you have open wounds," Kael argued. "That rogue bit you deep.""I heal fast. You know that." Damon didn't stop walking. He gripped the banister. His knuckles were white. "I don't want a doctor. I just want..."He didn't finish the sentence. He looked back at me.I was standing by the door. I still wore the ruined red dress. My hair was a mess. My hands were shaking."I’ll do it," I s
Elara's POVThe darkness was heavy. It felt like a physical weight pressing down on my chest.Screams erupted from the floor below.They weren't the fun, surprised screams of a party trick. They were sounds of pure terror. Glass shattered. Tables overturned. The smell of fear spiked in the air. It was sour. Metallic. It tasted like blood on the back of my tongue.I froze. My hands reached out blindly into the void."Damon?" I whispered.A hand clamped onto my arm. It was iron-hard."Stay behind me."Damon’s voice was different. The smooth, cultured tone of the billionaire was gone. This was the voice of a monster. Deep. Guttural. Vibrating with violence. It wasn't a request. It was an order from a general on a battlefield."What is happening?" I asked. My voice trembled. I felt like a child again. Hiding in the closet while the older boys in the orphanage fought over scraps."Assassins," Damon spat the word like a curse. "Rogues. They breached the perimeter."A beam of red light cut






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