LOGINBetrayed. Murdered. Reborn. For many years, Alpha Danearo of the Shadowfangs ruled happily, until the night his own Luna and Beta turned against him and plunged a dagger into his heart. But death was not the end. The Moon Goddess brought him back, gifting him with life but condemning him to an eternity without an heir. No matter how many she-wolves he claims, his bloodline is doomed to wither. Long ago, Brynwick, one of his soldiers promised him his daughter, only to betray him by giving her to another. Danearo does not forgive. When he learns of Brynwick’s only daughter, he takes what was promised, kidnapping her to claim his due. But Elysia is not who he thinks she is. She is not Brynwick’s cherished heir, but his discarded, unwanted daughter… cursed, barren, and deemed unworthy of love. Yet, fate has marked her for something far greater. Bound by a prophecy as old as time, she carries a secret even she does not yet understand, one that could either break Danearo’s curse… or doom him forever. “The king who rises from death shall not walk this earth forever.” The woman with cursed blood shall bind him. And when her heart is truly given, his reign will end. She is the key to his fate. But is she his salvation… or his ruin?
View MoreELYSIA’S POVDanearo didn’t claim the boy.And yet, he hadn’t denied it either.He’d let Naia and the child into the Keep, given them rooms in the west wing, close enough to be watched, far enough that no one could call them family.Three days, and not a word. Three days of silence thick enough to choke on.“Who are you?” He’d asked.“I am Naia,” she said, her voice carrying clear as a bell. “Blood of the goddess, truth-seeker, and bearer of judgment on this cursed Keep.”But, I already knew that. How? I didn’t know.She shoved the boy forward, her voice ringing like a blade. “You speak of heirs. Of blessings. Of curses. But look here! Look at the blood the goddess has already sent. His eyes mark him. His blood claims him.”Kayla broke then, her composure shattering. “Lies! He’s no son of yours! She brings a demon child to steal my place!” She clutched her stomach tighter, tears streaking her painted face. “I carry the heir. Me! The goddess chose me! Me!”Hazel touched her arm, quieti
ELYSIA’S POVThe Keep buzzed with movement that morning.Servants hurried through the halls with baskets of flowers, bolts of white cloth, and trays of polished silver. Wolves barked orders in clipped tones, and even the air seemed to hum with expectancy.Yet no one told me why.When I asked, heads bowed, answers dodged. “Preparations, my lady.” “The Alpha commands it.” “You’ll see.”See what?I watched from the window as warriors carried torches to the courtyard below, driving them into the ground in a perfect circle. My stomach tightened. Whatever was coming, it was not for me.Hours later, the door to my chamber creaked open. A young maid entered, clutching folded linen. Her hands shook as she set it down.“What is this?” I asked.She wouldn’t meet my eyes. “Your gown, my lady. For the blessing.”The word hit me like a blade. “Blessing?”The maid swallowed. “The Alpha’s heir must be honored before the goddess.”The room tilted. Heir. Blessing. My barren body burned beneath the weig
ELYSIA’S POVDanearo did not let me out of his sight.Not after the chandelier. Not after the whispers of curses and heirs.“You will not leave my chamber,” he said at last, voice low, final. “Not until I decide whether to kill you or keep you.” He ordered, pacing like a caged wolf.“I will see every breath you take.”It wasn’t protection. It was imprisonment. And yet, part of me wondered if Hazel’s shadows could have reached me anywhere else.The hall buzzed with whispers of the feast, of omens and curses. But louder still was Kayla’s voice.She swept into the chamber without waiting to be summoned, Hazel a shadow at her side. Kayla bowed low to Danearo, her hand pressed against her stomach like a trophy.“Alpha,” she said brightly, “the healers insist my condition is stable. Your heir is safe.”I stiffened where I sat, clutching the edge of the furs.Danearo’s gaze flicked to her hand. “Is that so.”“Yes.” Kayla’s smile was sweet poison. “Though the fall of that chandelier… if the g
ELYSIA’S POVThe Great Hall glittered like a jeweled snare. Torches flared in their iron sconces, banners hung heavy from the rafters, and the long tables groaned beneath platters of venison, pheasant, and steaming bread. But beneath the surface splendor, the air pulsed with hunger of a different kind.Kayla shone at the center of it, basking in every stolen glance, every whisper. She let her hand rest conspicuously against her stomach, her smile sweet enough to sour milk. Around her, wolves muttered about heirs, about alliances, about curses undone.Hazel sat beside her, too quiet, her smile too sharp. Every so often her fingers brushed the rim of her goblet, tracing invisible patterns that made my skin crawl. No one else saw. No one else felt it. But I did. Each curve of her fingertip stitched a thread of shadow into the hall.Danearo sat at the head of the table, black and gold like a storm given flesh. He said nothing as the wine flowed, as Kayla laughed, as Killian prowled among
ELYSIA’S POVThe morning smelled of pine smoke and simmering soup. Someone had set fresh linen by the bed; the cloth felt too clean against the sour-film of my skin. The healers fussed around me like anxious birds, pulling at blankets, tucking in knees, smoothing hair. I moved like a puppet whose st
ELYSIA’S POVThe days blurred together, dripping past like blood from an unhealed wound.I woke. I slept. I bled. I healed.Or at least, that was what the healers whispered — that my body had “mended better than expected.” I wanted to laugh in their faces. What good was a body that healed if the so
ELYSIA’S POVThe knife sank deep.For one breathtaking second, there was silence.Then pain — hot, sharp, spreading like fire through my stomach. My fingers slipped from the hilt. My knees weakened. The hall swam.Gasps rang out, chairs scraped, voices shouted. But above them all came one sound, te






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