FAZER LOGINSerenity,Cure?The word successfully made me laugh. I was in the lowest position in society, barely scraping by while fighting against the illness that had been gradually killing me. Every single day felt like surviving instead of living.And here, he was, a Lycan Prince, someone standing at the very top of society, telling me that I was his cure?" Wow!" I laughed at myself, shaking my head in disbelief, " It sounds like a cliché movie scene. Am I the pathetic main character who suddenly needs a knight? A cure for the Lycan Prince? Is it a joke?"" What are you mumbling?" He asked, his voice sharp, but behind those eyes there were flickers of hope. Real hope. Hope so desperate that it almost caught me off guard." Did you make any mistakes by chance? Because I am nobody's cure. And certainly, not yours."His brow arched slowly, his expression unreadable, " This is not what I expected to see."" What?"He shrugged lightly, though amusement flashed briefly across his face, " I mean, s
Serenity,My heart thudded against my eardrums as I watched him. At that time, I didn't notice his appearance, but now, it felt like he was the devil incarnate.Bright red eyes, like liquid rubies bleeding beneath the sharp light, tanned skin stretched over hard muscle that the shirt could barely contain beneath, and the obvious thing that made my knees weaken...His Aura.He was way taller than me. I was five-two, and he was above six feet. I had to tilt my head up just to meet those dangerous eyes." Running away?" He asked, moving closer to me. The corner of his lips rose slowly, almost mockingly.I stepped back, my knees shaking violently. A sharp pain shot through my body, and the familiar warmth stirred inside my nose. My breathing became uneven almost instantly." What... What are you doing here?" I said, my throat tightening painfully, " Are you here to kill me? How did you find me here?"I slowly reached for the doorknob, ready to slam the door right on his face if he tried t
Serenity, As soon as Nolan left with his friends, barely moving on his feet, my Wolf howled in my head in pain. The crushing blow felt like a tidal wave hitting my chest, firing straight across my heart. My knees almost buckled underneath me. I grabbed the edge of the kitchen counter to steady myself, breathing unevenly as the pain clawed through my body. As long as you don't get marked or mark your mate, a one-sided rejection is still considered rejection. So, he didn't need to accept or reject it verbally. The bond still cracked enough to hurt. But this pain wasn't only because of rejection. My throat burned viciously. It had swollen so badly that every breath scraped painfully through my airway. I hurriedly grabbed the first aid box from the cabinet and searched for the bandage with trembling fingers. My hands were shaking so badly that the entire box slipped once, crashing onto the floor. " Get it together," I muttered hoarsely to myself. I quickly wrapped the bandage arou
Serenity,The impact was soul-crushing, as though someone had grabbed something precious from inside my chest and ripped it out with bare hands. The bond snapped loud enough to deafen us. Pain exploded through every vein, every nerve, every breath. It felt like my soul had been torn apart and thrown onto the floor." Wh... What did you do?" he screamed, his nails digging into his chest, his wolf flickering violently in his eyes as painful growls ripped out of him. He coughed up a mouthful of blood. His knees hit the floor with a heavy thud." This is extreme, isn't it?" one of his friends asked, looking utterly petrified.I swallowed the pain. My body had endured far worse than a mere mate-bond breaking apart. I didn't fall to my knees. I didn't cry. I stood there while every single nerve inside me throbbed violently. My Wolf clawed at me from within, scratching against my soul like a wounded beast desperate to escape.But she was tired too. Tired of being neglected by her own mate. T
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 for the keys, and opened the door.I had to take medicine or I might end up passing out for sure.Just as I placed the purse on the small chair, my attention went to the living room. My eyes widened in shock and disbelief. All the laundry I had done before leaving, the washed dishes, the sofa I bought with my yearly bonus, everything was in shambles.The clothes were scattered around as though someone had deliberately thrown them everywhere. The dishes I had cleaned were used again, abandoned carelessly on the table.The smell of instant noodles and chips filled the apartment.A painful groan escaped from my swollen throat. Not only had I lost my job, but now I had to clean up again?I felt
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 remained busy bonding with their mates, he found a woman with silver hair and purple eyes taking a moon bath in the clearings.The deepest and dirtiest desire overtook his judgement. Despite having a hundred she-wolves in his chamber, eagerly waiting to be selected by him, he decided to take her by force.Not knowing that she was the descendant of the Moon Goddess, a loyal servant who lived in the Holy Moon Castle and devoted her life to serving the Goddess herself.That night, she left her son with the nanny before walking straight into the Room of Celestial Fineness, where souls were meant to be purified.Instead, she dragged a sharp silver knife across her palm, letting her blood spill as she a







