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My hands wouldn't stop shaking. No matter how tightly I clasped them together, the tremors kept coming. Thousands of eyes were fixed on me. The massive Royal Mating Arena stretched endlessly before me, filled with nobles, warriors, pack leaders, and citizens from every corner of the kingdom. Every seat was occupied. Every gaze was watching. Watching me, Tanya Moonfall. The wolf-less Omega.
The girl who somehow ended up as the fated mate of Crown Prince Kael Nightshade. I swallowed hard. My heart pounded so violently I was sure everyone could hear it. This was supposed to be the happiest day of my life. The day everything changed. The day I stopped being the girl people pitied. The day I became his mate. A low murmur rippled through the crowd. I didn't have to listen closely to know what they were saying. I had heard it all before. "She doesn't even have a wolf." “The Moon Goddess must have made a mistake." "How can an Omega become Queen?" I lowered my eyes. The words hurt but today was different.
Today none of it mattered because fate had chosen me. No matter what anyone thought. No matter what anyone says, the Moon Goddess herself had declared that Crown Prince Kael Nightshade was my mate. And nobody could change that. A horn sounded and the arena instantly fell silent. My breath caught. The royal procession entered, warriors lined the pathway and the crowd rose to their feet And then I saw him, Kael the future Alpha King, Tall, Powerful, Commanding. His dark hair gleamed beneath the moonlight. His sharp features remained unreadable as he strode toward the ceremonial platform. Every step radiated authority. Every movement demanded attention. Even from across the arena I could feel his presence, the pull between us; the mate bond. Warm. Powerful. Unbreakable. My stomach fluttered.
For weeks I had imagined this moment, imagined standing beside him, imagined hearing him call me his mate. His Luna. Mine. The thought sent heat rushing into my cheeks. Kael climbed the platform without looking at anyone. Not the nobles. Not the crowd. Not even me. Something twisted uneasily inside my chest. I ignored it. He was a prince. Future king. Perhaps he was nervous too.
The High Priest stepped forward, his silver robes glimmered beneath the moonlight. High Priest Malachai, the most powerful religious figure in the kingdom. He raised his staff, silence immediately swept across the arena. "Tonight," he announced, his voice carrying effortlessly through the crowd, "we gather beneath the sacred gaze of the Moon Goddess." Cheers erupted. My pulse quickened. "This night marks the union of two fated souls." The cheers grew louder. I glanced toward Kael. He stood motionless, expressionless, cold. A strange chill crawled down my spine. Why wouldn't he look at me?
The High Priest continued, "The Moon Goddess has chosen." His gaze shifted toward Kael, "Crown Prince Kael Nightshade." Kael stepped forward. The crowd erupted again. My heart nearly burst from my chest. This was finally it. The High Priest turned toward me. "And Tanya Moonfall." A few scattered whispers broke through the crowd. I heard someone snort, another laugh and my face burned but I kept my head high. Just this once I wanted to believe I belonged here. Malachai extended his staff between us. "The sacred bond has been confirmed." A hush fell over the arena.
"Do you acknowledge the female standing before you as your fated mate?" Every muscle in my body tightened. Kael finally looked at me. Our eyes met. For one brief moment, something flashed across his face. Something I couldn't understand. Conflict. Pain. Regret. Then it vanished. My stomach dropped. Fear suddenly gripped me. Everything felt wrong. Kael's voice echoed across the arena. "I acknowledge her." Relief crashed through me. The crowd erupted. My eyes filled with tears. Thank the Moon Goddess.
"Tanya Moonfall is my fated mate." The world brightened. My chest expanded. The words felt like sunlight after years of darkness. I wanted to cry, laugh and collapse. Finally someone saw me. Finally I was recognized. "But I refuse to accept her." Silence. The words slammed into me. My smile vanished. The arena froze. Every sound disappeared. I stared at him. Certain I had heard wrong, certain I was dreaming. "What?" I whispered. Kael's expression remained merciless. Emotionless. "Tanya Moonfall is my fated mate." His voice carried clearly across the kingdom.n"But I reject her." The crowd gasped. A collective shock wave swept through the arena. "No..." My voice broke. No. No. No. This wasn't happening. This couldn't be happening. Kael continued speaking. Each word struck like a blade."I refuse to bind myself to a wolf-less Omega." Laughter erupted somewhere in the crowd then another, then another. The sound spread like wildfire. My chest tightened. Breathing became impossible. The faces around me blurred. Some looked shocked. Some looked sympathetic. Most looked entertained. Humiliated heat flooded my body. Not here. No. No. Not in front of everyone.
Kael didn't stop, "A future Alpha King requires a strong Luna", his icy eyes locked onto mine. "You are not worthy of that position."Something inside me shattered completely. The bond between us trembled violently. Pain exploded through my body. A scream tore from my throat. I collapsed onto the platform. Agony ripped through every nerve. Every muscle. The mating bond was breaking, tearing, destroying itself. Tears streamed down my face. I could barely breathe. Could barely think. The pain wasn't just physical. It was deeper. The pain of hope dying. The pain of believing I mattered. The pain of realizing I never had. Around me the crowd continued whispering. Mocking. Watching. Nobody moved to help. Nobody.
I looked up desperate, broken. Kael stood over me. Watching. Expression unchanged. As though none of this affected him. The sight hurt more than the rejection itself. "Please..." I whispered. I didn't even know what I was begging for. His jaw tightened. Then his face hardened again. The last piece of my heart cracked. The crowd's laughter grew louder. A noblewoman near the front smiled openly. "Pathetic." The word carried humiliation. Others nodded. Agreement spread. Shame swallowed me whole. I wanted to disappear. I wanted the ground to open beneath me.
The arena suddenly shook, a violent tremor rippled through the stone beneath us. The laughter stopped. Confused murmurs erupted. I frowned, pain exploded inside my chest stronger than before. Different. Ancient. Powerful. A burst of silver light erupted from my body. The entire arena gasped. I screamed not from pain but from shock. Glowing symbols spread across my skin, silver markings spiraled up my arms, across my neck, over my wrists. Ancient symbols. Beautiful. Terrifying. Unknown. The moon above suddenly darkened, the temperature plummeted and wind howled through the arena.
Panic erupted. "What is happening? "Look at her!" "The markings!" I stared at my arms, the symbols pulsed, glowed, moved as though alive. The entire arena shook again even the stone beneath the platform cracked. Fear flooded the crowd. Several nobles stumbled backward. Warriors reached for their weapons. I couldn't understand what was happening. The symbols grew brighter, brighter. brighter then vanished just like that, gone. The wind stopped. The shaking ended. Then I noticed someone, High Priest Malachai, his face had gone completely pale. His eyes remained locked on me and for the first time since I had known him the High Priest looked afraid, not confused, not surprised but pure fear.
A chill raced down my spine. Why? What had he seen? What did those symbols mean? Questions swirled through my mind. The crowd erupted again. This time in chaos. Everyone talking, everyone speculating, nobody understanding. I pushed myself upright, my legs trembled, and my heart felt hollow. I couldn’t endure another second not after what everyone had seen. I turned then ran. Ignoring the shouting. Ran through the arena gates. Tears blurred my vision. Branches slapped against my skin as I entered the forest. The pain of the rejection still burned but another feeling had joined it; fear, deep primal fear. Something wasn't right. Something about those symbols. Something about Malachai's reaction. The further I ran, the stronger the feeling became.
Minutes passed, maybe longer I didn't stop, couldn't stop. Then voices drifted through the trees behind me. I froze. Guards, several of them, close, very close. I stepped behind a tree, holding my breath, listening. "...find her!" The voice was familiar. My blood turned cold, High Priest Malachai. I slowly peeked through the trees. He stood surrounded by royal guards, his face remained pale, his eyes wild and terrified. The sight made no sense. Then he shouted the words that stopped my heart," find her before she reaches the Northern Border!" The guards immediately rushed forward. "what if she's already heading there?" one asked. Malachai's face twisted with panic."No." The word came out almost as a plea. "No. She must never reach the North."
And as they disappeared into the forest searching for me, one terrifying realization settled over me. The High Priest wasn't hunting me because he thought I was dangerous. He was hunting me because he was afraid. Afraid of what I might become and for the first time all night… I was afraid too.
Marcus had seen terrifying things during the war—deformed Chimera beasts tearing through shield walls, collapsing gateways swallowing entire squads, and mountains crumbling under corrupted magic. Nothing, however, prepared him for seeing Tanya’s name inside a confidential document that predated Project Chimera by more than thirty years.The air in the subterranean archive room felt freezing, heavy with the dust of centuries and the stale scent of ancient parchment. Marcus carefully carried the locked leather binder to a secure, spell-shielded war room deep within the palace. He didn't write a note, nor did he send a ordinary messenger. He summoned Damian first, then Rowan, and finally Kael. He flatly refused to tell Tanya anything yet, because he had no way of knowing whether the cursed relic itself carried a sleeper curse that could harm her mind upon contact.When Kael stepped into the dim room, his broad shoulders were relaxed, a faint, contented smile still lingering on his lips
Marcus had spent weeks convincing himself that the war was finally over. He repeated it whenever another report landed on his desk, whenever a messenger arrived with news from the borders, and whenever he woke in the middle of the night, reaching instinctively for the dagger beneath his pillow. The fighting had stopped. The enemy's strongholds had fallen. The wounded were healing, the survivors were returning home, and the kingdom was slowly learning how to breathe again.The war was over. So why did he still feel as though something terrible was waiting in the dark? He pushed the thought aside as he crouched beneath the ruined cathedral archives, brushing dust from a pile of shattered stone. Most of the original documents had been reduced to ash during the final assault. What remained was a graveyard of broken shelves, scorched parchment, and pulverized granite.Then his fingers struck something solid.
Thousands of glowing lanterns rose gracefully into the pitch-black sky, floating over the capital like a sea of golden stars, but Tanya couldn't stop thinking about the people who were never coming home. She stood on the high stone terrace overlooking the valley, the cool night wind tugging at her dark cloak as the warm light of the lanterns illuminated the upturned faces of thousands of citizens below. The festival was not merely a political victory rally; it was a deeply emotional tribute to the survivors, the fallen, and the unspoken sacrifices that had bought the kingdom its peace. Standing in the soft glow, Tanya felt the quiet, heavy ache of memory, knowing that every single light drifting into the clouds represented a life cut short by the war.A few paces away near the balustrade, Queen Althea stood beside Aurelia, watching the lanterns float upward in quiet solidarity. Former King Aldric stepped out from the shadows of the arched doorway to join them, his shoulders slightly s
Tanya stood near the open balcony of the upper palace, watching the morning fog roll softly over the valleys, and realized she had completely forgotten what it felt like to have nothing urgent to do. For months, every waking second had been consumed by survival, troop logistics, and the constant threat of annihilation. Now, the absolute quiet of the morning felt almost foreign against her skin. She took a deep breath of the crisp mountain air, feeling the steady, peaceful beat of her heart, and allowed herself to simply exist in the quiet warmth of the early sun.Down in the city below, the kingdom was blooming back to life in every direction. Zara had officially reopened her restaurant in the central square, filling the surrounding avenues with the mouthwatering aromas of spiced stews and fresh-baked pastries. Over in the market, merchants laughed and cheered as trade wagons rolled in from distant villages, unloaded with colorful fabrics, sweet fruits, and rare spices. The local scho
The news of Aurelia’s sudden disappearance sent a jolt of panic straight through the upper level of the palace. Guards scurried down the vaulted hallways, checking side chambers and calling out orders, while Kael stood near the outer courtyard archway, his golden alpha aura flaring with sharp, protective anxiety. He was ready to mobilize three full squads of trackers to comb the surrounding woods, his jaw set in a tight, rigid line as he barked commands to Rowan. Tanya stepped directly into his path, laying a steadying hand against his arm to catch his frantic gaze. She looked him straight in the eyes, her silver gaze completely calm, and told him to stand down the search teams—she knew exactly where Aurelia had gone.While the rest of the citadel looked toward the borders, Aurelia was moving through the damp, shadow-draped ruins of the former Chimera facility. The air inside the abandoned underground complex was cold, thick with the stale scent of old chemical va
The high council didn't summon Tanya to the grand hall because she had broken any law or crossed any boundary. They brought her before the ancient oak table because every elder in the realm was desperate to know what she intended to become now that the dust of war had settled.The chamber was freezing, lit only by low iron sconces that cast long, flickering shadows across the carved stone walls. Five senior pack elders sat in a tight arc, their heavy fur cloaks wrapped tightly against the chill, their eyes sharp and assessing as Tanya stepped into the center of the floor. Kael stood a few paces to her right, wearing his formal dark tunic, his broad shoulders squared and his golden aura kept under iron control. The atmosphere in the room was thick with unspoken history, heavy with the weight of old prejudices that had governed Blackstone for generations.Elder Vane leaned forward, his gnarled hands resting flat on the polished wood as he cleared his throat with a dr







