When the weakest member of the pack has the most power, what happens? An omega by birth, Anastasia Elliot was reserved, overlooked, and unwanted. Alpha Victor Blackwood, her fated mate, unintentionally awakens the dormant power of an ancient royal bloodline long believed extinct when he brutally rejects her in favor of another. What mysteries are contained in a forgotten mermaid princess's blood? Furthermore, why does the universe tie her destiny to the one creature that has vowed to exterminate her kind? With ice in his veins and no room for weakness, Kael Valois, the Cold Vampire King, has dominated the night for more than a century. But will he resist fate or give in to it when he discovers Anastasia—wounded, lost, and luminous with a power that calls to something deep within him? A broken omega and a vicious vampire king face a world that wants them torn apart as dark forces rise and the tenuous peace between werewolves, vampires, and merpeople threatens to break. Will Anastasia discover the truth about her parents' murder and embrace her inner strength? Or will she be destroyed before she can bring the supernatural realm together by her enemies, both old and new? And in a society where loyalty can be lethal, rejection is power, and love is a weapon, Who really supports her?
Lihat lebih banyakThe sharp crack of a slap echoed through the crowded marketplace, silencing the chatter and drawing every eye. No one stepped forward. No one ever did. I was an Omega—born to be a punching bag for the rest.
"Do you have any idea how much that dress costs, you filthy lowlife?!" the woman shrieked, her voice slicing through the air like a whip.
"I'm sorry, Miss. It was an accident. Please forgive me." I bowed my head, swallowing every slap she threw at me.
The longer I remained unmated, the worse things got. Misery clung to me like a second skin. I blinked away tears, my hazel eyes dull and red from crying. Hugging the small bag of supplies I’d bought for the upcoming Mating Ceremony, I turned to leave.
They say unmated Omegas without the protection of a ranked mate are cursed to suffer. Some don’t even survive the heartbreak. And maybe it’s true. But I still couldn’t understand—why were we treated like something less than werewolves, when we were the same species?
“Poor Ana,” I heard one of the merchants whisper, not even trying to hide her pity. “Who would’ve thought her life would fall apart like this?”
“I’m from another pack. What happened to her?” someone else asked.
“It’s been hush-hush,” the first woman lowered her voice, conspiratorial, “but they say she was the daughter of the former Alpha and Luna.”
“No one knows what really happened. They went out for a hunt… and never came back,” another chimed in, her voice dropping even lower.
“And she didn’t take over as Alpha?” the outsider asked, confused.
“She couldn’t shift when she turned sixteen,” the Bloodmoon Pack merchants answered in unison, like a tragic chorus.
“What a shame. Her parents must be rolling in their graves. No wonder she’s just an Omega.”
One woman scoffed, clearly wanting me to hear. “I’m an Omega too, but even I outrank her. She’s nothing but a servant now. From being the pride of the pack… to its disgrace.”
I clenched the fabric in my arms and focused on finishing my errands before returning to the edge of the territory—where my tiny cottage waited. It wasn’t much. Barely livable, really. The new Alpha had ordered it built after I failed to transform. But I was grateful. At least it shielded me from the cold.
Rubbing my stinging cheek, I walked the rocky trail home, my thoughts stuck on what I’d overheard. They weren’t wrong. I had once been the heiress of this pack… until my parents vanished, and their Beta, Mr. Blackwood, took the throne.
Anyone who opposed him was quickly "removed."
Being an Omega was still better than being a rogue, I guess. Rogues had no home, no ties, and were hunted like criminals—even when they’d done nothing wrong.
I sat on the porch, pulled out my mother’s old sewing kit, and began working on the fabric I’d bought. It was simple, but I wanted to feel beautiful—at least for tonight.
‘Layla, have you sensed anything lately?’ I asked my wolf quietly. I couldn’t shift, but she was still there, buried deep inside me. Without her, I don’t know how I’d survive.
‘Actually… yes,’ she said, a dreamy hum in her voice. ‘There’s been a faint pull… to Victor’s wolf.’
My heart stopped. ‘Victor? Alpha Victor Blackwood?’ I asked, almost laughing. ‘He would never accept us. An Omega Luna? That’s unheard of.’
I remembered my friend, who was rejected by her Alpha mate the moment he discovered who she was. The pain nearly killed her. She lost her wolf entirely and had to start over among humans.
‘What if he rejects us too, Layla? Would we survive it?’
‘We’ll be fine. Trust me. If he tries, his wolf will suffer too. That bond goes both ways,’ she said gently.
I wasn’t so sure. If the Moon Goddess had truly chosen him for me… then she must hate me.
When the garment was finished, I quickly bathed, scrubbing with fragrant oils to mask the scent of fear. I needed to be ready. I needed to at least try to look like I belonged.
At the ceremony, the moon hadn’t yet risen, but I caught it—a scent that made my heart race and my stomach twist. Earthy pine, wet soil, and the sharp bite of darkwood.
Then the high priest stepped forward, beginning the Mating Ceremony.
As the full moon bathed the gathering in silver light, wolves howled and rushed to follow their instincts. I stood still, every sense sharpened. My teeth ached. My body trembled.
And then I saw him.
Victor Blackwood.
Our Alpha.
His eyes locked onto mine, and the air around us changed. I felt the bond snap into place like a thread pulled tight between our souls. His expression shifted—recognition, shock, something else I couldn’t place.
Women around us gasped. Some looked devastated. Others envious.
I let myself hope—just for a moment.
But then his face turned cold.
"I will not have a weakling for a Luna," he said loudly, voice cutting across the clearing. “You do not deserve to be my mate.”
Gasps followed as heads turned toward us. And then, with eyes like ice and a voice that struck like a blade, he spoke the words that sealed my fate:
"I, Alpha Victor Blackwood, reject you, Anastasia Elliot, as my mate."
The night was heavy with tension, the moon a sliver of silver fire above the horizon, casting pale light over the palace grounds. The air seemed to hum, thick with a power that was barely contained, and I could feel it brushing against my skin alive, impatient, watching.Kael stood at the edge of the balcony, his eyes fixed on the horizon, distant and hollow. Even after the trials, the curse’s remnants had left him fragmented, as though the man I loved was locked behind a veil of shadows. Yet tonight, I could feel the stirring of something deep within him a spark waiting to ignite.I stepped closer, my bare feet silent against the cold stone, and raised my voice in the quiet of the night. My song began softly, a haunting melody that wove through the wind, curling around Kael, threading through his chest, seeking the part of him that was still mine. It was a song of longing, of pain, of memories etched into the very marrow of our souls.At first, his shoulders stiffened. His jaw clench
The moon hung low over the palace, a silver sentinel casting long shadows across the cobbled streets. I had just returned from the council chambers, still shaken from the revelations of the Trial of Love, yet determined to begin preparations for the looming war. The air was thick with anticipation, but also something heavier something I could not yet name.Kael walked beside me, silent and unyielding, his presence a tether to reality. Even though he still struggled with fragments of his memories, there was a familiarity in the way he moved, the subtle way he glanced at me as if instinct whispered truths his mind could not yet claim.We had barely reached the inner halls when the first strike came.A crash of shattered glass echoed from the council wing. Torches flickered as masked figures emerged from the shadows, daggers drawn, their intent clear: assassinate the Queen. My heart slammed in my chest, fear and rage intertwining.“Anastasia!” Kael’s roar shattered the night.Instinctive
The Moonlight poured over the palace like liquid silver, illuminating every corner of the garden, every leaf trembling in the gentle night breeze. I knelt in the center of the Binding Circle, eyes closed, the Moon Goddess’s presence pressing against my soul. Her power was patient, relentless, like the tide brushing endlessly against the shore.“You must remember, Anastasia,” her voice echoed inside my mind, simultaneously a whisper and a roar. “Only by facing your past and your heart can you guide him back to you.”I shivered, inhaling the cool air that smelled faintly of salt and moonlight. The Trial of Love had begun. The world around me blurred, fading until only shadows remained. And then, the first memory struck a memory of Kael, smiling under the first full moon we’d ever shared.It was a simple moment, nothing grand, but it carried everything. The brush of his hand against mine, the warmth in his eyes as he spoke my name for the first time, the unspoken promise that even in a w
The sea churned like molten iron beneath the moonlight, waves crashing against the cliffs in rhythms that felt alive, angry, and deliberate. I stood at the edge of the palace balcony, the wind tangling my hair, my heart thudding with a warning I could not ignore.“The Abyssal Warden has awakened,” Matif’s voice came, low and urgent behind me. I didn’t need to turn; the tremor in his words alone carried the weight of doom.“Show me,” I demanded, even as dread coiled in my stomach.He held up the orb, pulsing with silvery-blue light the divine essence of the Moon Goddess, reaching out to warn us. Images flashed across its surface: villages swallowed by black tides, corpses crawling from the water, shadows twisting into monstrous forms that had once been men. And then, at the center, the Warden itself a dragon-like behemoth forged from the remnants of fallen gods, its scales jagged and gleaming, eyes burning with an eternal hunger.I felt my blood chill. Even Kael, weakened and hollow fr
Kael was not a man who dreamed. For years, the curse had made sleep a battlefield, every night a war between his body and the shadows clawing inside him. When the curse was severed, he expected silence. Peace.But peace never came.The first time he touched the pendant, the world slipped. He had meant only to study it Anastasia’s final gift, delicate against the steel of his chestplate. His fingers brushed the silver, and a warmth pulsed through him. His vision blurred.And then came the whispers.A voice, broken and soft. “Kael… please, hold on.”He jerked awake in his quarters, breath sharp in his throat. No one was there. Only the pendant, cool and still against his skin.He tried to dismiss it as exhaustion, the strain of preparing for war. But the second night, when he closed his eyes, the dreams deepened.He saw her.Not the queen he knew now, crowned and untouchable. But a woman standing beneath a storm of silver light, her eyes wet with tears, her hand stretched toward him. He
Kael walked again, and to the world that was a miracle.The curse had been severed, the shackles that had twisted his bloodline burned away in sacred fire. His body moved without the violent spasms, without the dark tremors that once marked his every breath. He was no longer a man on the edge of breaking he was whole.But when his eyes met mine, I saw nothing.He looked at me like one might look at a familiar painting that refuses to stir memory. A stranger. A distant presence where once there had been fire, heat, and bond. His freedom had cost us both everything.And so, when the council gathered, it was not Kael they crowned.It was me.The ceremony was unlike anything I had ever endured. Beneath the dome of the sea temple, the ocean roared and the moon poured silver light across the waters, weaving a path straight to where I stood. The covens of the Moon and the Ocean gathered side by side, voices lifted in unison.“The Moon-Sea Queen,” they cried. “The unifier. The chosen.”A circ
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