LOGINAmara is just an Alpha’s daughter. Though, she’s treated like she isn’t. Abused, hated, and treated like garbage, she found a way to survive with her family. And at the age of 24, she still hadn’t found her mate, so she was chosen to attend a ball at per the Dark Lycan kings request, along with 39 other unmated females from surrounding packs.Scared and lonely, she is forced to endure the ball with her strength. That is.. until she ends up finding her mate. Sebastian has a dark past. Every night is always the same with him. He can’t sleep, especially after the death of his wife. Plagued by nightmares, his beast takes control every night wreaking havoc upon his palace. He doesn’t even remember the night his chosen mate died, only the aftermath. Only finding her in his bed with him covered in her blood. But then, he met Amara.The Moon Goddess had given him a mate, even after taking a chosen mate and losing her.And his fear of what would happen to her grew stronger with every night he watched her sleep in his bed. Afraid that one day she would cease to exist. That he would be the cause.. or maybe even the many snakes that stay within the walls of the palace.Will Sebastian finally be able to trust himself enough to love her? Will Amara be the one to break through his walls? Will Amara be able to love such a beast, even as she fights the bond alongside him?
View MoreAmara POV Peace turns out to be far louder than war. Not in the ways I expected. War carries screaming and steel and blood soaking into stone. Peace carries life. Children laughing through castle corridors that once echoed with fear. Vampire merchants arguing playfully with wolf blacksmiths in crowded market squares. Fae musicians filling taverns with strange glowing instruments while witches pretend not to enjoy themselves in the corners. The kingdoms breathe differently now. Like something ancient unclenched its fist around the world. The borders vanished three months ago. Not physically. The mountains still stand. The rivers still cut through territories. But the walls between species are gone. Travelers move freely now beneath unified law. Wolves venture into vampire cities without expecting violence. Fae caravans cross Lycan territory openly beneath moonlit skies. Witches have begun establishing sanctuaries near mixed villages where every species walks t
Amara POV “By the gods. A Lycan?” The fae queen’s voice cuts through the chamber sharp as shattered crystal. Disbelief flashes openly across her face now, elegance cracking beneath the sheer force of whatever she feels crashing through her bond. Her violet eyes remain locked on Edgar as though looking away might somehow undo what just happened. Edgar still has not moved from the doorway. Honestly, I do not think he remembers what he even came in here for. Rainwater drips quietly from the edge of his black coat onto the stone beneath him while the entire council chamber watches the terrifying fae queen stare at one of Sebastian’s guards like the world just tilted sideways beneath her feet. Magic pulses again. Wild and ancient. The flowers woven into the fae queen’s silver hair bloom violently all at once, pale petals spiraling briefly into the air around her before dissolving into glowing dust. Edgar swallows hard. “Your Majesty,” he says carefully, sounding one
Amara POV The storm does not quiet for the rulers of kingdoms. It greets them like an omen. Thunder rolls across the mountains long before the first delegation arrives, dark clouds swallowing the sky until the castle itself feels stranded between worlds, suspended somewhere between ruin and rebirth. By nightfall every throne has answered Sebastian’s summons. The great council chamber blazes with torchlight and old tension, massive pillars carved from black stone stretching toward vaulted ceilings painted with the history of kingdoms that once tried very hard to destroy one another. Now all of them sit beneath the same roof. Watching me. Judging me. Fearing me. The fae queen arrives first. She enters like moonlight sharpened into a weapon, silver hair braided with living flowers that bloom and wilt in shifting colors as she walks. Ancient power hums around her so intensely the air itself bends faintly near the hem of her pale gold gown. Beautiful. Terrifying
Amara POV The throne room has never felt this cold before. Not because of winter. Not because of the storm clawing against the mountains outside. Because every person inside it can feel something shifting beneath the world. Sebastian stands beside the black stone throne with his arms crossed tightly over his chest, golden eyes fixed on Azriel like he expects the old man to transform into a monster at any second. Luther remains near the doors with one hand resting on the hilt of his sword, while Beta Jamie watches in sharp silence from the edge of the chamber. No one trusts him. Frankly, neither do I. Yet somehow Azriel looks entirely unbothered by the hostility curling through the room. He simply studies the vaulted ceiling above us as servants rush to prepare the chamber for the elder council. “This.. is the first king,” Sebastian says quietly to me, clearly unbelieving. “I know.” “You believe him?” The question lodges somewhere ugly inside my chest. Do I?
Sebastian POV For a moment, I didn’t move. I just watched her. Her chest heaved. Her hands curled into fists at her sides. The bond between us was buzzing, nearly like electricity at this moment. But I pushed the feeling aside. “Again,” I ordered, voice low. She didn’t hesitate. Good.
Amara POV I tried so hard to look at everything I possibly could as we walked our way back to the carriage. I’d hardly even gotten to see a third of the vast market. I let out a small sigh of disappointment. As Sebastian walked next to me, I could feel the tension like crazy—the betrayal. And
Amara’s POV “Everything alright?” Sebastian’s voice flitted into my mind, causing me to slightly jump. It had only been ten minutes, but the silence of the alleyway gnawed at my nerves. I really have an anxiety issue, that’s for sure. “Yeah.. I don’t like it much over here. How much longer?
Amara POV I never imagined.. the city is absolutely alive. Pups dart through the streets, giggling and shrieking, while their parents chase after them as they scold them for running off. Vendors line both sides of the main road, showing off their items— jewelry that glints in the sun, fragrant












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