LOGINWhen your mate is your enemy, love becomes an act of war. Moonrise Academy trains the future leaders of the supernatural world, but Ronan Montague isn't here to make friends. Exiled by his own pack for refusing to support murder, he just wants to prove that strength doesn't require cruelty. Then he scents his mate across the academy courtyard—and she's wearing a Capulet crest. Juliana Capulet escaped an arranged marriage by coming to Moonrise, but she can't escape the mate bond that ties her to everything her family taught her to hate. When ancient feuds collide with undeniable attraction, their love threatens to reignite a war that's already claimed too many lives. They're not the only ones fighting impossible odds. In a school where pack politics determine everything, four couples will discover that choosing love over loyalty might cost them everything—including their lives. Sometimes the greatest battle isn't for territory or power. Sometimes it's for the right to choose your own heart.
View MorePOV: Ronan MontagueIan and Lady Macbeth stood side by side in the ruined courtyard.Both bound. Both surrounded by guards and witnesses. Both facing judgment for fifty murders and decades of systematic corruption.The moment I'd been waiting for since Juliana's death. The chance to see her killers face consequences."The assembled pack leaders have reviewed the evidence," Vincent Capulet announced. His voice carried across the courtyard. "Communications. Financial records. Testimony from victims and witnesses. The conspiracy is proven beyond any doubt.""This is a farce," Lady Macbeth said calmly. "A trial conducted by traumatized children and grief-stricken parents. You have no authority to judge Council members.""The Council has no authority over us anymore," Marcus Montague replied. "You destroyed that authority when you used it to murder our children. This tribunal represents every pack you betrayed. Every family you destroyed. You'll answer to us."Ian laughed. "Answer to you?
POV: Desi WhitmoreOtto's journal sat in my jacket pocket like a promise.I'd been carrying it since Cassio gave it to me. Reading his entries. Understanding how Ian had systematically destroyed someone I loved. Seeing the evidence of manipulation that had driven Otto to violence and then death.But I'd also seen something else in those pages. Moments where Otto had fought back. Recognized the manipulation. Tried to leave proof that would help others survive.His love for me had transcended the lies. Even when Ian's poisoned words made him doubt me, Otto had kept searching for truth. Had kept fighting to be better than the darkness wanted him to become.That was the Otto I needed to channel now. Not the broken victim. The fighter who'd refused to let manipulation define him."Desi!" Helena called from her position. "Ian's breaking containment! He's got a weapon!"I ran toward the commotion. Ben was down. Bea was with him. Ronan was coordinating defenses. Everyone stretched too thin an
POV: Bea SharpeFighting beside Ben felt like breathing.We moved as one unit. His strategy covering my aggression. My strength protecting his vulnerabilities. Eight years of rivalry had taught us each other's patterns so completely that we didn't need words anymore.Ian's remaining guards attacked from three sides. Professional killers following their final orders.Ben went low. I went high. We cleared the first wave in seconds."Left!" Ben called.I was already moving. Blocked the strike meant for his ribs. Countered with an elbow that dropped the attacker."Behind you!"Ben ducked under my swing. Took out the guard who'd been circling for my back.Perfect coordination. Like we'd been fighting together our whole lives instead of against each other."We're good at this," Ben panted."We always were. Just pointed at the wrong targets."Another wave of guards. More desperate. More willing to use lethal force.We met them together.I'd spent years believing Ben was my enemy.The golden
POV: Ronan MontagueIan held the detonator like it was a trophy.I assessed the situation instantly. Twelve students bound in silver. The ritual chamber structurally compromised from earlier fighting. Explosives planted throughout the facility. Everyone exhausted from hours of combat.And Ian standing in the center of it all, holding our lives in his hand."Nobody moves," he repeated. "Or everyone dies."The mate bond's ghost ached in my chest. Juliana had died in a place like this. Sacrificed to fuel someone else's ambition. I'd failed to protect her.I wouldn't fail these students."Ronan." Bea's voice was low. "He's bluffing. Has to be. Blowing the facility kills him too.""He doesn't care. Look at his eyes. He's past self-preservation."Ian heard us. Smiled. "Your Alpha is correct. I'm perfectly willing to die if it means proving my point. That mercy is fatal. That trying to save me instead of kill me gave me this opportunity.""So what's your endgame?" I asked, buying time. "Kill
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