MasukMy mother married the ruthless Alpha King, but my fairytale ended the exact second his three monstrous, breathtaking sons cornered me in the dark. I was destined to become a proud Luna who would rule over her domain. Instead, I became a secret captive in my own home. My stepbrothers who want to use my family danger as bargaining power to take my rightful title from me. They hate my ancestry yet they have developed a complete obsession with controlling my behavior which forces me to participate in their twisted survival game where I must meet their deepest needs to survive till morning. The eldest brother—my own fated mate—looks me in the eye and publicly rejects me in front of the entire pack just to break my spirit. They think I am completely ruined. They believe that I exist as a delicate, shattered object who has become ensnared in their seductive, perilous net. But they are dead wrong. Every time I face rejection, every time I get ordered to do something humiliating, and every time someone touches me in secret, these experiences awaken the ancient power of my inner wolf. They believed that by breaking a Luna they could take her crown, but I will rise from the ashes and make all three of my tormentors bow at my feet.
Lihat lebih banyakThe heavy mahogany doors no longer pulsed with the Emperor’s dark magic. Stripped of their terrestrial anchor, they were just wood.Caleb also didn’t even bother with the handles , he just let the middle brother do that whole thing, the one where he lunges forward fast , driving a celestial-infused boot straight into the center of the double doors.The massive slabs of mahogany kinda burst outward, like they were paper, turning into a nasty scatter of lethal splinters that speared the Crimson Guards still standing in the corridor, the ones left alive.In the crooked shadow of the wrecked doorway, Jace appeared like he’d been there already, silver daggers tucked away, chest rising and falling a little too hard."The anchor is dust," Jace said, stormy grey eyes snapping onto mine."I know," I answered, and I swear the air felt like it got sucked out in one clean gulp, all that magic rushing away.I bolted past the shattered doors and out onto the wide, open-air obsidian balcony that loo
Heavy mahogany doors in the large ballroom didn't simply close; they crashed with a resounding thud. The exits were instantly sealed with a thick, glowing web of dark-red blood-magic.The Vampire Emperor's smile turned into a frightening array of long, pure fangs, up on the sweeping black marble balcony. He lifted one thin, white hand and clapped.The ghostly string quartet suddenly came to a halt. The vaulted, shadowed ceiling high above us seemed to violently shatter.The Emperor's elite, personal executioners, the Crimson Guard, rained like armored rain. They wore heavy articulated armor made of obsidian laced with glowing crimson runes and wore featureless iron masks on their faces. They did not have blood-magic whips, but they had huge, jagged broad swords that were built to cut a Lycan in half."Form the perimeter!" Kaelen roared, and his midnight black tailored suit tore at its seams, as his divine starlight violently erupted.The Crimson Guard's first wave crashed to the groun
The Phantom Armada ground to a sudden, absolute halt.We were only a hundred yards from the jagged cliffs of the Crimson Continent, yet our ghost ships just couldn’t go on any farther. Along the entire coast, lifting from the boiling surf up into storm-choked clouds, a colossal half translucent wall of pulsing red energy rose and rose. It buzzed with a deep frequency, so deep it rattled the marrow inside my bones. On the cliffs, beyond that barrier, stood a nightmare made real military perfection. Thousands of pureblood Vampires held their ground in flawless, unmoving formation, like carved statues that somehow still breathed. Yet my stare kept snagging on something else, the towering obsidian throne right at the center of their ranks. The one sitting there didn’t look like any warrior. Not really. He looked like a dark god, cut from pale marble and left to breathe. The Vampire Emperor wore a tailored suit in charcoal and crimson. His hair was raven-black, his eyes, not that brigh
The Black Sea didn’t just part. It surrendered. From the churning, obsidian depths of this subterranean cavern the Phantom Armada clawed its way up, like it was reluctant but committed… yep, like that. They were—breathtaking , terrifying vessels. Woven whole from translucent, pale-grey phantom-wood, the dreadnoughts slid without a sound over the waves, leaving no reflections behind, and messing with none of the water. They were ghost ships, tethered to the physical world by this hollow, aching void in my chest. A void where the memory of my mother’s voice used to live, before it went quiet, forever. Within hours, the unified northern army was aboard. Thousands of Lycans and Obsidian wolves stood shoulder-to-shoulder on spectral decks that felt colder than iron. We sailed straight into the wrong kind of fog, that creeping, corrupted ocean haze. For two days the crossing was completely dead silent. I kept to the bow of the flagship, my silver Luna magic pulsing like a lantern thro
The suffocating darkness of the narrow linen closet pressed in on me, but it was nothing compared to the crushing, overwhelming weight of Kaelen’s body pinning me to the wall.His enormous body obscured everything from view. The iron vice of his left hand restrained my wrists when he used it to hol
Midnight.At this point, Kaelen was waiting in his luxurious penthouse in the west wing. I might almost have pictured the manner in which he would have walked about, a dark, proud deity, anticipating his broken little human plaything crawling to his doorstep, and bowing to all his perverse whims.I
Mine.The ancient, guttural voice echoed through my skull, vibrating against my bones with a terrifying, untamed power. It wasn't my voice. It was deeper, richer, and dripping with bloodlust.The brightness of my eyes shone through the obscurity of the room in the antique mirror like two stars. A p
The word mate hung in the suffocating darkness like a death sentence.Kaelen was stumping on the broken glass of the reading lamp as he turned his back on me. He heaved his chest with every jerking draw of breath, his canines completely dropped, his eyes gleamed with a mad horror-gold. He stared at












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