LOGINSage Nieva Battlerce, the illegitimate daughter of an alpha and a lowly slave, has spent her life as nothing more than a tool in her father's empire. Her existence has always been defined by rejection and servitude-until the day the Elders declare her fate. Chosen by the Moon Goddess herself, Sage is destined to be the mate of Damien Angentha, the powerful and enigmatic Crown Alpha of the Angentha family. For a fleeting moment, it feels like destiny might offer her a new beginning. But the dream shatters the night Damien whispers the words that cut deeper than any blade: "I don't want to mark you as my mate." Sage is no stranger to rejection, but this is different. Damien was supposed to love and protect her, yet his heart belongs to another. Forced to navigate a cruel twist of fate, Sage must uncover the truth about her destiny, her strength, and the hidden powers within her that could change everything. In a world where loyalty is tested and hearts are torn apart, can Sage rise above her shattered beginnings and rewrite her fate? - Language: English
View MoreSageThe grand staircase stretched endlessly before me as I walked down beside Damien, the weight of the night pressing on my shoulders. My gown, elegant yet suffocating, clung to my skin as if it knew the discomfort I felt. Tonight’s dinner at the Duke’s estate wasn’t something I looked forward to, especially because I knew why I was the one being summoned.Beside me, Damien walked with his usual detached elegance. He didn’t speak, didn’t spare me a glance, as if we weren’t bound by fate itself. The cold truth was something I had long since accepted—we were destined mates, but love had never been part of that fate.At the bottom of the stairs, Rosana stood waiting.The golden glow of the chandelier illuminated her sharp features, her dress shimmering under the light. Her expression, however, held something far less dazzling. Curiosity. Expectation."Where are you two going?" she asked, her tone deceptively casual, but I caught the underlying edge.Damien didn’t hesitate. "The Duke’s
SageWhen I woke, he was gone.No lingering warmth beside me, no trace of him in the dim morning light filtering through the curtains. Only the scent of liquor clung faintly to the sheets, and the dull ache in my body served as the only evidence of what had transpired.I lay still, staring at the canopy overhead, my mind blank yet heavy, as though I were caught in some inescapable fog.It was done.I had done what was expected of me. Given what was required.My father’s words echoed in my mind."You must secure the alliance.""Do not fail.""Ensure an heir. Then he can’t reject you anymore."I had obeyed. I had done everything right. And yet… why did it feel like something inside me had been hollowed out?I turned onto my side, fingers brushing against the sheets where Damien had once lain. The space was cold.How long had he been gone? Had he even glanced back at me before leaving?A soft knock at the door startled me.I closed my eyes briefly before forcing myself upright, pulling t
SageTwo days had passed. The news arrived with the setting sun, carried through the palace halls like a ghostly whisper—soft at first, then a roaring storm.The Emperor had fallen ill.The royal physician was the first to speak the words aloud. He had emerged from the Emperor’s chambers, his hands shaking, his face ashen. Behind him, the Empress's cries rang through the marble halls, raw and desperate."Find the cure! He is the Emperor! There must be something!" she screamed, clutching the front of the physician’s robes. Her usual regal composure had shattered. Her pale, tear-streaked face twisted in agony as she turned to the gathered council members. "You will not stand here and do nothing! Fix this!"No one dared to meet her gaze.The Emperor was breathing—but barely. He did not wake, did not respond. It was as if he were trapped in a slumber too deep to return from.Some called it an illness. Some whispered of poison.I stood among the onlookers, my fingers tightening against the
SageI had already decided by the time I arrived in the grand dining hall.I would not eat.The long, polished table stretched before me with an extravagant feast. Gold-rimmed plates gleamed under the chandelier’s soft glow, while goblets filled with deep crimson wine shimmered beside lavishly prepared dishes. Roasted meats, fragrant stews, and delicate pastries adorned the table, their aromas rich and enticing.But to me, it all smelled like poison.I moved with careful grace, lowering myself into my seat. The atmosphere was quieter than usual, lacking the overbearing presence of the Emperor and Empress. Without them, the weight of scrutiny was lighter—but not absent.At the head of the table, Damien exuded his usual quiet authority, his blue eyes unreadable. Theoden leaned back lazily to his right, murmuring in hushed tones to a noble, his smirk ever-present. Greyson sat nearby, his posture tense, ever watchful.And then there was Rosana.She was seated a few chairs away, graceful a
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