로그인A 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
Two weeks remained before the Luna Festival, but Issac had no intention of letting Elena arrive at the wolf kingdom as an unknown.Instead, he'd arranged something no Lycan court had seen in generations, a formal crowning, broadcast live through the old magical relay woven into every major hall across all three cities, all the online social medias and reporting stations, so that every noble, every soldier, every citizen with access to crystal feed, those only relaying on modern technology could witness the moment their king finally claimed his queen before the world.Catherine adjusted the fall of Elena's gown for the third time that morning, fussing with a devotion that made Elena's chest ache with something warm and unfamiliar."Stop fidgeting," Catherine scolded gently. "You look absolutely gorgeous my dear. Let people see it and worship it.""I'm not fidgeting," Elena said, fidgeting.Julian, leaning against the doorframe, smiled. "You'll be fine. Just remember — chin up, shoulder
The kiss deepened, their laughter still lingering between breaths as they leaned into one another, the sweetness of the moment almost at odds with the quiet words they exchanged, their plans for Damian’s slow, careful destruction whispered against each other’s lips like private promises. Neither of them noticed how much time had passed until a sharp knock suddenly cut through the garden.“My lady?”The servant’s hesitant voice came from beyond the garden gate.“The Alpha calls for you.”Vivian pulled away with a soft, irritated sigh, smoothing her hair back into place as her expression changed almost instantly, every trace of amusement disappearing beneath the composed, dutiful mask she wore whenever Damian was near. Roland said nothing, already stepping backward into the shadows, his movements practiced enough that within seconds he seemed to disappear into the garden itself.Vivian gave herself one last glance before leaving, then made her way toward Damian’s office.She found him t
Ashwood Manor hadn't sounded this joyful in years.Damian stood in the receiving hall, champagne glass forgotten in his hand, still turning the healer's words over and over in his mind like a jewel he couldn't quite believe belonged to him.A week along, my lord. Congratulations.A week. Barely anything at all, and yet it felt like the answer to five years of shame finally arriving, five years late but no less sweet for the delay. He was going to be a father. Vivian was going to give him what Elena never could."A grandchild," Marla crowed from her chair by the fire place, practically singing the word, wine sloshing dangerously close to the rim of her glass. "Finally, a grandchild worth celebrating, and from a real woman this time, not some barren curse dressed up as a Luna.""Mother," Damian said, though there was no real reprimand in it."Don't mother me," Marla said, delighted. "I told you five years ago that woman was rotten stock. Didn't I tell you? The moment we finally rid ours
The auction house sat under total lockdown by the time they arrived, Lycans stationed at every corner, wolves patrolling the perimeter in tight, silent formation. Slaves were being led out in long, shuffling lines, men, women, and children alike, chained wrist to wrist, bodies starved down to bone beneath filthy clothing.Elena's stomach turned at the sight of the children among them, small hands raw from iron cuffs, eyes hollowed out by hunger and fear. Her fingers curled tightly into the hem of her purple dress.Issac stopped her at the entrance. "Elena. Remember — you are the Lycan Queen now. They should fear you." His voice was steady, grounding. "Not the reverse."She exhaled, long and shaking, and stepped inside.Memory hit her instantly, the whip's crack, her own screaming, the chain heavy against her throat, every insult hurled at her while she bled on cold stone. Her hair began to glow faintly, blue light threading through it like current through water. Her eyes shone bright,







