LOGINCamila Ashford was just a human girl with a scholarship to Lunaris Academy, a prestigious school hidden among wolves. Despite their differences, she fell for Sebastian Cruz, a proud and powerful wolf, and when he proposed… she said yes without a second thought. For the first time, she felt truly seen, truly loved. But the day of their wedding became the day her world shattered. In the middle of the sacred ritual, Sebastian abandoned her to save his best friend, Liliana Hayes, promising he would return before the moon rose. He never came back. In the world of wolves, the marriage ritual is sacred. If one mate refuses the union, the other suffers an indescribable pain—and eventually, a hopeless death. Alone, heartbroken, and facing her end, Camila pleaded to the moon for one last chance. And the moon answered. A man appeared before her, claiming her as his mate: Dominic Valente, the Lycan King, the most powerful wolf in existence. With unmatched strength, dominance, and a desire that cannot be denied, he gives Camila a choice: accept him… or surrender to a fate worse than death
View MoreCAMILA No one mentioned what happened yesterday. Not in whispers loud enough for me to hear. Not in pointed accusations. Not even in pitying looks meant to cut deeper than cruelty. It was as if the academy had collectively decided to erase it—to fold the incident neatly away and pretend it had never happened. That, somehow, was worse. The morning air was cool when I stepped into the main hall, my shoes echoing softly against the stone floor. Students clustered in their usual groups—wolves laughing too loudly, fairies flitting past in bursts of color, witches murmuring over spellwork. Everything looked the same. Too normal. I kept my head down, fingers tightening around the strap of my bag. My body still ached in places I couldn’t explain, a dull soreness lingering beneath my skin like a bruise I couldn’t see. Every time I inhaled too deeply, my chest tightened faintly, as if remembering something my mind refused to touch. Eyes followed me. They always did. Some stares were cu
CAMILA I woke up to the scent of antiseptic and dried herbs. For a moment, I didn’t know where I was. My body felt heavy, every limb slow and sore, as if I’d been dragged back from somewhere far away. The ceiling above me was white stone etched with faint healing runes, glowing softly. The school clinic. My fingers twitched against the sheets, and the memories rushed in all at once—the laughter, the diary, the running, the woods. The wolf. My breath hitched as I pushed myself upright too fast. “Camila.” A familiar voice stopped me. I turned my head. Sebastian was sitting beside the bed. Not standing tall like he usually did in the halls. Not surrounded by people. Just… there. His elbows rested on his knees, hands clasped tightly together, his expression drawn and tired, dark circles shadowing his eyes. “You’re awake,” he said quietly. My heart stuttered. For a split second, relief washed over me. Then shame followed right behind it, sharp and burning. I looked away, grip
CAMILA I don’t remember when my feet stopped following the path. One moment I was running—branches clawing at my sleeves, stones cutting into the soles of my shoes, my lungs burning as if they might collapse—and the next, the academy lights were gone behind me, swallowed by the dark stretch of forest ahead. I didn’t stop. I couldn’t. The woods opened around me like a mouth, deep and endless, trees towering so high they blocked the moonlight. The air smelled damp and sharp, filled with moss and pine and something wild that made my skin prickle. My legs finally gave out near a fallen log. I stumbled forward and collapsed to my knees, hands sinking into cold earth. My chest hitched as sobs tore out of me, ugly and broken, nothing like the quiet tears I’d learned to swallow at the academy. I cried like I had nowhere left to run. My head throbbed with voices. Dirty human girl. Delusional. As if he’d ever look at her. I pressed my palms over my ears, but it didn’t help. The lau
CAMILA I noticed my diary was missing when my fingers closed around air. At first, I thought I had misreached. I searched my bag again, slower this time, pushing aside books and folded notes, checking every pocket as if it might somehow appear if I looked hard enough. It didn’t. A thin thread of unease wrapped itself around my chest. I swallowed and told myself I must have left it in my room. I was always careful with it—too careful, maybe. It was the only place where I allowed myself to be unguarded, where my thoughts weren’t shaped by fear or survival. No one would want it. That was the lie I clung to. The courtyard was crowded between classes, filled with noise and movement. Sunlight reflected off pale stone and water, laughter drifting freely through the open space. Wolves lounged against columns, fairies hovered lazily above, witches clustered in tight circles. I moved through it quietly, eyes lowered, trying not to draw attention. Then someone said my name. Loudly. “C
CAMILA I learned very quickly that rumors do not fade. They grow. By the next morning, the academy felt different again. Not louder—quieter. The kind of quiet that followed me, pressed close to my back, leaned into my ears. Conversations stopped when I approached. Laughter softened into coughs a
CAMILA The rumors didn’t arrive all at once. They crept in quietly, like rot beneath polished floors—soft whispers that stopped when I passed, glances that lingered a second too long, laughter that didn’t quite hide itself fast enough. At first, I told myself I was imagining it. By the second w
CAMILA If someone had told me this was what peace looked like, I might have believed them. The day began like any other. The bell echoed through the academy halls, magic humming faintly in the air as students filtered into their classes. I took my seat by the window, sunlight warming my desk, my
CAMILA Something changed after the incident. It wasn’t sudden, and it wasn’t announced. There was no apology made in front of a crowd, no dramatic declaration that everything was different now. But the sharpness in the air dulled, just a little, and for the first time since arriving at Lunaris Ac












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