LOGINShe gave him five years, her title, and everything she owned. He gave her a lash of the whip for every year and sold her like cattle to the highest bidder. Elena was once the most envied Luna in the pack, until a childless marriage turned her into a laughingstock, her husband into a stranger, and her home into a cage. Betrayed, shorn, chained, and auctioned off by the man who had sworn to protect her forever, she has nothing left. Not her name. Not her pride. Not even her tears. Then, a stranger dressed in black outbids everyone else for her—and she learns that she is not dirt. She is the chosen mate of the most powerful Lycan king. "I won't strike you," he told her, kneeling in the dirt so she wouldn't have to look up at him. "Come with me, and I will protect you." But Isaac Hazelgrey isn't offering her salvation. He is offering her war. "If you are ready," he warns her, "I won't take your revenge for you. I will simply stand behind you while you claim it for yourself."
View More"It's you!" Vivian's voice cracked through the hushed hall, wax still smeared across her ruined gown. "It's you!"Every head in the hall turned toward Elena at once. Herod moved forward, annoyance plain on his face, but Issac's raised hand stopped him before he'd taken a second step.Elena simply smiled, amused. "Me? Please, do tell what exactly I've done. Because I certainly didn't push you."Vivian straightened, fury overriding whatever judgment she had left. Damian stepped forward quickly. "That's enough, Vivian.""No, Damian, can't you see it? She's trying to embarrass me—"His slap cut her off mid-sentence. "Enough, would you!"Elena began clapping, slow and deliberate, some strange, unfamiliar courage carrying her forward before she'd fully decided to move. "Well, Alpha Damian. Let's hear your glorious Luna's explanation." She turned toward Vivian, tilting her head. "You seem so certain I did something. How, exactly?"Vivian scoffed. "Isn't it obvious? The spell was meant to mak
The high table sat elevated above the rest of the hall, gold and silver settings gleaming beneath the chandeliers as the Luna Festival formally began. Issac and Herod sat at its center, kings flanking a long stretch of table reserved for royal mates and honored Lunas, Elena seated among them with Catherine close at her side."Are they the ones," Catherine asked quietly, leaning close, "who— the ones from the auction?"Elena simply nodded once, watching Damian and Vivian seated several tables down, subdued now, careful.Fury flared openly across Catherine's face. "Those monsters. We should make them—""Not yet, Catherine." Elena's voice stayed calm, almost gentle. "A quick revenge is mercy. They don't deserve mercy. I intend to destroy them slowly."Catherine studied her for a moment, then smiled, something fierce and approving in it. "Remind me never to make you my enemy."Their conversation was interrupted by a warm, confident voice. "Queen Elena. I hope you don't mind the intrusion.
A quick revenge won't suit either of you, Elena thought, watching Damian's stunned face across the hall. I'll make you lose everything. I'll bring you both so low you'll be begging on your knees, crying for mercy you don't deserve.Her Lycan's smile widened in the space behind her thoughts. The long road, then. I do love the long road.It was Vivian who rose first, chin lifted, ambition overriding whatever caution should have stopped her. "You do look familiar," she said, voice pitched for the room. "If you don't mind, may I know your name?"The temperature in the hall seemed to drop.Herod's aura flared, sharp and immediate — it was one insult for a Luna to call a Lycan Queen merely familiar, another entirely to demand her name while remaining seated in her presence. Issac let out a short, cold laugh."My king," he said, addressing Herod directly, "is this how your subjects behave? Not even the simple courtesy of addressing a queen properly." He shook his head slowly. "I wonder how t
The Wolf Capital gleamed like something built for a different century entirely than the one Elena had grown up in.Unlike the ancient stone and moonlit gardens of Issac's world, wolf society had never drawn a hard line between magic and machinery. Towers of glass and steel rose alongside spell-warded gates; enchanted lanterns floated beside electric ones; carriages shared the roads with sleek black vehicles humming on engines half-mechanical, half-woven through with old pack magic. The palace itself, where the Festival was held, stood forty stories of mirrored glass crowned with a single glowing sigil — the mark of House Silverfang.Alpha King Herod Silverfang had ruled for nearly seventy years, longer than any wolf monarch in recorded history, and his tastes shaped the capital as surely as his bloodline shaped its politics. He despised magic on principle — old, unpredictable, difficult to control — and had spent decades quietly replacing spell work with steel wherever the old guard w






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