LOGINSerenity,I lost my hair clutch again. The words slipped out under my breath while I hunted through the room. After opening the wedding gifts from the guests and the royal families, I could barely remember where I had put anything of my own.Just as the frustration started to climb, Levante walked in. He held out a beautiful box. “Here.”My eyes locked on it at once. This was the eighth gift box he had given me. Every single day he either sent something or carried one in himself.“What is it?”He said nothing. He walked straight to the dressing table and set the box inside the drawer I used most often. I watched the smooth way his hands moved. Those hands were rough from years of swords and claws, yet he placed the box without a single sound. The quiet precision held my attention.My mischievous thoughts drifted to his hair. Before I could stop myself, my fingers slid through the strands. It would have been a waste not to touch something that perfect.“Stop doing that,” he said, the t
Serenity,Throughout the day, I met a few herb masters who cultivated herbs and rare plants capable of producing strong poisons. Their knowledge ran deep, and the careful way they handled each leaf and root made it clear these were no ordinary gardens. As the Luna of the Great Lycan General, who commanded over two thousand officers, I felt a growing need to contribute meaningfully and take my position seriously. Sitting idle while Levante carried the weight of the kingdom no longer felt right. If I could learn the properties of these plants, I might one day protect our people in ways that went beyond ceremony.Leon arrived around noon, carrying a cloth bag heavy with seeds. The scent of dried earth and green stems clung to him as he stepped into the study.“My Luna,” he said, setting the bag carefully on the table. “These are the herb seeds I saved for next year’s planting. Would you like to check them?” He spread the contents across the polished wood—tiny packets labeled in neat scr
Serenity,The rejection of the Lycan King and the arrest of the Lycan Queen for her crimes had spread through the territories like wildfire. News of it traveled faster than any messenger, carried on the tongues of servants, soldiers, and common folk alike. While the people still reeled from the shock, they found themselves swept up in an unexpected wave of generosity. Levante had ordered royal wedding gifts distributed across the entire werewolf and Lycan territories, including one hundred million dollars set aside for the people themselves.The servants who attended the wedding celebration the next day could not contain their excitement. “It’s so fucking good,” one of them whispered as he carried trays through the crowded halls. “It’s more grand than the celebration of ascending the throne. It’s one of the centenary celebrations!” The festivities lasted seven full days in the Main Territory. Every seven-star hotel across the Lycan Kingdom and the House of Vile opened its doors to t
Levante,"Did I ever hurt her? Even once?" Dad’s voice shook as he looked at me for the answer. This man who had never lowered his head, who had maintained a graceful life free of scandal, suddenly looked so small. His fingers trembled as if he could barely endure the pain of rejection.I crouched down, gently taking his hands in mine. “Dad. I have watched the way you treated her all these years. How you never raised your voice. How you kept your composure calm even while she shouted. Dad, you taught me how to cherish my mate. So do not ever dare to find fault in yourself here.”He hung his head, staring at the wedding ring on his finger. “I met her when I was only sixteen. She was fourteen. She was the most beautiful girl I had ever seen. And I never looked at another woman in my entire life. Curse or not, laws or not, I knew I could never love anyone the way I loved her. I gave her freedom. I gave her the throne. I gave her my life, my dignity.” He smiled bitterly.“Levante,” he cal
Levante,I slowly crouched down, watching my dearest mother struggle to move. Tears streamed down her face, yet the old, raging expression never cracked. She watched me as I calmly sat on the cold floor, feeling no warmth for her at all.“You ungrateful son. For a woman like her, you dared to disrespect your mother!”I said nothing. I simply watched her face. Once, I had truly wanted to hug her, to be hugged by her. The way she would hold Lumina and kiss her forehead, I had once nurtured the same quiet desire to be loved by my own mother. But that wish had died the day I understood she was never the mother I needed.“Mother Queen,” I called her coldly. “This will be the last time I call you that.”She froze. “What?”“I have investigated the last ten years of your ruling. I did not have time to examine the cases from before I took over as General.”Her eyes widened. “You investigated me? Your own mother?”“You are no longer my mother. To me, you are a heinous criminal who killed people
Serenity,I was supposed to feel a chill in my bones after seeing the Lycan Queen standing before me. Her black fur was something I had always admired after watching Levante in his Lycan form. It was gorgeous, sleek and powerful under the light. But those eyes were nothing like his. Levante’s Lycan, Dante, always looked at me with the gentlest gaze. Hers burned with open bloodthirst, as if every instinct urged her to end me in a single strike. “Shit. I knew Nadyra was a bad influence on you,” Lily muttered, forcing me to step back. Her voice carried a dry note of concern. “Why did you have to provoke her now? I am yet to enjoy my honeymoon with Levante. Also, I need to meet Dante too.” Lily, that forever introvert, began scolding both Nadyra and me without hesitation. “It is not her fault,” I answered quietly, tasting copper on my tongue. “I only said what I have always wanted to say to her face. She brought this on herself.” Nadyra merely yawned and remained silent, the sof
Serenity,By the time I took the subway and arrived home, my throat had swollen like a balloon. The grip around my neck had been too tight for my body to have a normal reaction anyway.My knees were still shaking from the impact, traumatizing me beyond fixing. I hurriedly grabbed my purse, searched
Levante,Two hundred years ago, when the Lycans ruled the world of Werewolves, forcing the entire earth to kneel and beg for their mercy, my grandfather, the late Lycan King, captured countless women and she-wolves to build his own harem.On a full moon night, while the Kingdom of Werewolves remain
Serenity, I had been bullied since I could remember the beginning of my life. I used to cry in my Dad's arms, asking why I had to be so heavy, so slow and so ugly. Why nobody ever acknowledged me as their friend, why I was always the one left out, always the one whispered about. But Dad used to
Serenity, "Are you alright?" Sunya, one of the Luna's personal servants, held out a candy toward me. "Here, take it before your blood sugar drops again." I nodded quietly before taking it, my fingers brushing against hers for a brief second, warm and steady. I unwrapped it and shoved it into my m







