LOGINPerfect Luna. Devoted wife. Dead woman walking. Ciara O'Callahan thought she had it all. A divine mate bond with the powerful Alpha Ronan O'Donoghue, a beautiful daughter, and the respect of her pack. Until the night she discovers her husband's dark secret: he shares more than just blood with his twin brother Ewan. Much more. But uncovering the truth comes at a deadly price. Betrayed and murdered by her own mother-in-law to protect the brothers' twisted bond, Ciara's last desperate wish echoes through the veil between life and death... And something answers. Now seventeen again, blessed with a second chance at life, Ciara faces an impossible choice. Submit to the sacred mate bond that would lead her back to Ronan? Or defy the very foundations of wolf society and forge her own destiny? This time, she refuses to be a pawn in fate’s cruel game. She will not walk blindly into a future paved with deceit. And when she crosses paths with Darragh Byrne, the mysterious and battle-scarred Alpha of the Moonveil Pack, the gods themselves seem to stir. Darragh is everything Ronan is not. Calculating, unpredictable, and entirely uninterested in a mate bond. Yet when his sharp golden eyes meet hers, something shifts in the air. A force just as powerful as destiny itself. Some say you can't fight fate, Ciara’s about to prove them wrong.
View MoreCIARA’S POVThe first contraction hit me like a lightning bolt while I was arranging flowers in the kitchen. One moment I was humming softly to myself, adjusting purple irises in a crystal vase, and the next I was doubled over, gripping the marble countertop so hard my knuckles went white."Oh goddess," I gasped, my breath coming in short bursts. The pain radiated from my lower back around to my belly, squeezing like a giant fist. "Not yet. It's too early."But even I knew that wasn't true. I was thirty-eight weeks along, and this baby had been restless for days. Kicking and rolling like it was running out of room. Which, considering how huge I'd gotten, was probably accurate.Another contraction hit before the first one had fully faded, this one stronger and longer. I cried out, my legs trembling as I tried to stay upright. The vase slipped from my hands and shattered on the floor, water and flower petals scattering across the pristine tiles."Darragh!" I called, my voice cracking wit
CIARA’S POVWe’d barely made it back to the suite before Darragh’s hands were on me again.I’d barely stepped inside before he kicked the door shut behind us and caught my wrist, spinning me into his chest. The sound of the reception was still fading in the distance, the buzz of laughter, music, and the clinking of glasses. My heels hit the marble floor, and then I was in his arms again like I never left them. His mouth caught mine in a kiss that made my knees weak all over again. His fingers threaded through my hair, holding me in place while he devoured me slow and deep, tongue stroking mine, like he was tasting something he’d waited a hundred years for.My arms wrapped around his neck, and I melted into him with a soft whimper that he swallowed greedily. That low, pleased hum in his chest vibrated through me, all the way down. I wasn’t cold. I wasn’t nervous. I wasn’t anything except on fire.“Mrs. Byrne,” he murmured against my lips, voice thick and low. “Say it again.”A flush sw
CIARA’S POV (THREE MONTHS LATER)The satin of my wedding dress felt like liquid moonlight against my skin. I stared at my reflection in the full-length mirror, hardly recognizing the woman looking back at me. Five months ago, I was fighting for my life. Today, I was about to marry the love of my life.The dress was everything I'd dreamed of and nothing I'd ever expected to wear. Ivory silk cascaded from a fitted bodice that hugged my curves like a second skin. Delicate lace sleeves wrapped around my arms, ending in points at my wrists. The neckline dipped just enough to be elegant without being scandalous. A chapel train flowed behind me, embroidered with tiny silver threads that caught the light like stars.My hair was swept up in an intricate bun, with loose curls framing my face. Pearl pins dotted throughout held everything in place. The veil was my mother's, yellowed with age but still beautiful. It fell to my waist, held by a simple silver comb that had belonged to Darragh's gran
CIARA’S POVThe flowers in Darragh's hands trembled slightly in the fall breeze. White lilies and purple irises, bound with a simple ribbon that matched the color of Seraphina's eyes. He'd insisted on stopping at three different florists until he found the exact shade.The cemetery stretched out before us, quiet except for the rustle of autumn leaves. Two headstones sat side by side beneath an old oak tree, their marble surfaces catching the late afternoon sunlight. I stayed back while Darragh approached them, my heart squeezing as I watched him kneel between the graves."Hello, Sera," he said softly, placing the flowers on her headstone. "I brought your favorites."Seraphina's grave was simple but elegant, just her name and dates carved into pristine white marble. No flowery epitaphs or religious symbols. Just the facts of her existence, stark and final. Beside it, Riona's headstone was identical except for the dates. Mother and daughter, reunited in death if not in life.Darragh sta
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