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The Sleeping Mate-Princess/Queen

Auteur: Ksana
last update Date de publication: 2026-10-24 05:01:53

From that day on, Anatolia’s condition slowly kept getting better and better. The soft, steady glow of the silver crescent moon mark on her neck became a permanent, warm sign, and Harolin’s hope kept growing with every passing week. But alongside that hope, a dark, gnawing thought constantly chewed at the edges of his mind.

Anatolia despised him.

She had spent years training as an elite human slayer just to kill his kind, and her very last memory before falling into her magical slumber was driv
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  • The Alpha Kings Enemy, His Fated Luna   A classic slayer trap

    Harolin regretted that decision less than two hours later."Beta Falkor! State your name and purpose!" four-year-old Ingrid demanded, her small voice echoing out from the secondary armor room near the lower guard barracks.Falkor Blackdale, the Alpha King’s massive, broad-shouldered Beta wolf, found himself standing inside the dimly lit supply closet, holding a wooden crate of leather straps. He blinked down at Ingrid, who stood outside the door holding a long wooden broom handle across the threshold."Princess Ingrid," Falkor said, raising a thick eyebrow with dry humor. "I am retrieving harness straps for the patrol horses. May I step out?""No," Ingrid said, her tiny brow furrowed in severe suspicion. "You're walking too quiet today. Real warriors make loud boots. Stay in the room!"Before Falkor could argue, Ingrid slammed the heavy wooden door shut and shoved the thick broom handle straight through the door's iron handles, locking him inside."Ingrid, open this door right now!" F

  • The Alpha Kings Enemy, His Fated Luna   A child who knows how to move is a child who stays alive

    Before Anatolia could fire back another retort, the cabin door creaked open, and Guard Captain Vance stepped inside, holding the heavy wooden frame. Behind him stood little Astrid and Ingrid, wrapped in oversized winter cloaks.The moment Astrid spotted Anatolia sitting on the furs, her small face crumpled. She broke away from Vance and threw herself into Anatolia’s lap, burying her face into her mother's tunic and sobbing hysterically."Mommy! You lefted us!" Astrid cried, her little fingers clutching Anatolia's shirt so hard her knuckles turned white. "We woke up and you weren't there! Daddy said you went away!"Ingrid walked in slowly behind her sister. She tried desperately to look fierce and angry, puffing out her chest like a little warrior, but her lip was trembling violently. She marched right up to Anatolia and grabbed her sleeve, refusing to let go."You promised..." Ingrid whispered, her golden eyes shining with unshed tears as she glared down at the floorboards. "You promi

  • The Alpha Kings Enemy, His Fated Luna   The Curse Collects Its Price

    Anatolia slipped out of Astengard Castle long before the first pale rays of sunrise touched the snow-capped peaks. She left no written note on the study desk, nor did she bid farewell to the sleeping girls. Carrying only her silver dagger, a heavy winter cloak, and a canvas pack filled with basic food rations, she moved past the outer perimeter patrols like a shadow drifting over the frozen earth.She made it past the eastern watchtowers and nearly two miles into the dense pine forest before the blood curse struck.It hit her without warning—a sudden, agonizing tear right through the center of her chest, as if an invisible blade were twisting deep within her ribs.Anatolia gasped, her knees buckling instantly as she slammed hard into the freezing snow. "No... not now..." she choked out, her breath ragged and white in the bitter morning air.She tried to push herself back up, digging her fingers into the snowbank, but her muscles refused to obey. The Widow's Oath coiled around her hear

  • The Alpha Kings Enemy, His Fated Luna   At First Light

    Anatolia let go of his collar, stumbling back a step as if she had been struck in the chest.Osmond Beldwin. Her mentor. The man who had taken her in as a child, taught her how to hold a sword, bandaged her wounds, and raised her when she had no memory of where she came from.He was being executed because of her."Get him out of my sight," Harolin ordered flatly. Vance dragged the trembling courier out of the study, slamming the heavy iron doors shut behind them.The silence that followed was suffocating. Anatolia stood frozen in the center of the room, staring blindly at the dark stone floor, her breathing shallow and jagged."Ana," Harolin spoke softly, stepping around the desk to stand beside her. The anger had completely vanished from his eyes, replaced by a quiet, deep concern."They're going to kill him," Anatolia whispered, her voice cracking for a fra

  • The Alpha Kings Enemy, His Fated Luna   The Past Comes Hunting

    Back at Astengard, Anatolia stared down at the small piece of stitched leather, her thumb tracing the silver hawk logo over and over until her skin felt raw. She remembered every man who had ever worn that crest. She remembered the freezing mornings at the northern outpost, the brutal endurance drills where recruits bled onto frozen ground, and the heartless commanders who treated human slayers like disposable weapons meant to die for the empire."I need horses, supplies, and clear passage across the southern border," Anatolia said flatly, her voice cutting through the cold quiet of the royal study. She looked across the heavy desk at Harolin. "I am leaving for Astoria tonight."Harolin didn't move. He stood behind his mahogany desk, his golden eyes burning with immediate, fierce resistance. "You are not setting one foot outside Astengard, Anatolia.""I am not asking for your permission, Draycott," she snapped, stepping

  • The Alpha Kings Enemy, His Fated Luna   Return Of The Vangaurd Slayers

    While the guards cleared the arena, Anatolia examined the weapons left behind by the masked men.The captured attacker refused to speak, glaring silently at the dirt. But as Anatolia turned over one of the iron chains dropped during the scuffle, her brow furrowed. The metal links were etched with suppression runes designed to weaken a werewolf's physical strength, yet the blades carried by the men were narrow and double-edged—designed for quick, silent assassinations rather than open combat.Their orders were clear: kill Princess Ingrid during the chaos of the assessment and make it look like a tragic accident involving an over-eager student. Someone wanted the royal heir dead without openly declaring war against Harolin."This was an inside job," Harolin declared, his jaw tight as he paced the length of the arena. "Someone within the academy or the council gave them access to the inner grounds. I want every noble present questioned.""No," Anatolia said, picking up a leather wrist gu

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