LOGINI was sold to the most feared Alpha in the kingdom. Everyone called him a monster. They whispered that every woman destined to become his Luna died before the mating ceremony. They said his wolf was cursed. They said death followed wherever he went. So when my father traded me to the Shadow Fang Pack to settle a debt, I thought my life was over. Then I met Alpha Kael. The moment our eyes met, his wolf recognized me as his mate. But instead of claiming me, he pushed me away. The more I tried to understand him, the more secrets I uncovered. Someone was murdering every woman connected to him. Ancient enemies were searching for a lost heir hidden among the packs. And the strange mark on my wrist suggested I was far more than an ordinary wolf. As war approaches and betrayal lurks within the kingdom, I must decide whether to trust the Alpha who keeps pushing me away, or embrace a destiny that could destroy us both. Because I am not just a forgotten omega. I am the last heir of the Moon Queen. And the curse haunting Alpha Kael was never meant to destroy him. It was waiting for me. Some curses are meant to be broken. Others are waiting to be unleashed.
View MoreKAEL'S POVThe woman vanishes, but her absence remains.I feel it in my teeth. In my bones. In the bond stretched between Lyra and me, humming with a frequency that makes my wolf want to howl and hide at the same time. The crack in the sky does not close. It simply... waits. A wound that has forgotten how to heal."Alpha?" Captain Dain's voice is rough. Terrified. "What was that?"I do not answer. I am staring at Lyra.She stands in the center of the courtyard, naked in my too-large shirt, her dark hair tangled by wind that should not exist. The mark on her wrist blazes with that nameless color. Not silver. Not gray. Something that hurts to look at directly.Her eyes find mine. Through the bond, I feel her confusion. Her fear. And beneath it, something harder. Anger."They're not hunters," she says quietly. "Not gods. Not anything with a name.""Then what are they?" Dain asks.Lyra looks at the crack. At the absences moving behind it. "The end of names," she whispers. "The end of stor
LYRA'S POVThe letter changes everything.I find Kael at the window, ashes still smoldering in the hearth. His shoulders are tight. His jaw set. Through the bond, I feel his fear—not panic, but the cold, steady dread of a man who has learned that victory only breeds new battles."What did it say?" I ask.He tells me. The shared throne noticed. The scar seen. Others coming. Something older than hunters, older than wolves, older than bargains.I touch the mark on my wrist. It sleeps. Dormant. But beneath the surface, I feel something new. A vibration. Like a plucked string, still humming."They know we're here," I say. "Whatever they are."Kael nods. "We need to prepare. Train. Learn what we face before it arrives.""And if it arrives before we're ready?"He turns. His gray eyes meet mine. The bond flares between us, his determination mixing with my uncertainty."Then we fight unready," he says. "Same as always."---We gather the pack at noon.Warriors. Elders. Children. They fill the
LYRA'S POVSix months.Six months since the sky cracked and sealed. Six months since Kael and I became something new. Six months of learning to live with power shared instead of power borne alone.I sit in the garden behind the fortress. Not a real garden—nothing grows easily in mountain stone—but Kael had soil carried up. Had seeds planted. Had patience.A rose blooms beside me. Red. Stubborn. Alive.I touch the mark on my wrist. It no longer glows. No longer warns. Just... is. A scar. A memory. A promise kept."Lyra."I look up. Kael stands in the doorway, a letter in his hand. His face is strange. Not afraid. Not happy. Something between."What is it?" I ask.He sits beside me. The rose between us. His thumb traces the matching mark on his own wrist."A messenger came from Silver Ridge," he says quietly.My blood stills. "My father?""Dead." Kael's voice is flat. No triumph. No grief. Just fact. "Gambling debt. Different creditor. They found him in a ditch three weeks ago."I wait
LYRA'S POVThe feather should not exist.I stare at the crushed remains beneath my heel. Black dust. Like the hunters. But different. Older. The Moon Queen is gone. The First Hunter is wounded. There should be no one left to drop feathers from empty skies.Yet here it is."Lyra." Kael's voice is low. Warning. "Step back."I do not step back. I kneel. My fingers brush the dust. It tingles. Not cold like the hunters. Warm. Almost alive.A vision slams into me.A room of mirrors. Infinite reflections. In each one, a woman with my face. Some young. Some old. Some smiling. Some screaming. They reach toward me through the glass, mouths open in silent pleas.And behind them all, watching from the darkest mirror, a figure. Not the Moon Queen. Not the First Hunter. Something else. Something that wears no face because it has borrowed them all."Lyra!" Kael shakes me. The vision shatters. I gasp, sucking air like a drowning woman."What did you see?" he demands.I tell him. The mirrors. The face
KAEL'S POVThe forest is black and cold.I run faster than I have ever run in my life. My wolf is fully in control now. Four paws pounding against wet earth. My nose low to the ground. The scent of the assassin is fresh, smoke and metal and something rotten underneath.She is fast. But I am faster.
LYRA'S POVSleep will not come.I lie on the bed in the east wing and stare at the ceiling. The room is small but clean. A bed. A table. A single window that looks out at the mountains. The guards locked the door from the outside. I am a prisoner now. Not a guest. Not a Luna. A prisoner.My mate pu
KAEL'S POVThe door to my office slams behind me.I lean against it and press my palm against my chest. My heart is racing. My hands are shaking. My wolf is screaming inside my head, clawing at my ribs, demanding that I turn around and go back to her.She is ours, he growls. Go back. Claim her. Now
LYRA'S POVThe fortress gates open like a mouth swallowing me whole.Iron groans against iron. Torches flicker on both sides of the entrance, casting orange light across cold stone. The guards push me forward. I stumble on the uneven ground, but no one catches me. No one helps me up.I am alone.Th






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