LOGINThey abused her. Used her for their dirty work. Humiliated her publicly. Treated her like filth on their shoes. They called her an omega. A servant. A mistake. But the Moon never forgot her name. Daeira (Day-rah) *Dee* to her friends, doesn't remember the night her family was slaughtered. She doesn't know she's the last living heir of the Seralyn Pack, sacred white wolves descended from the Moon Goddess Selene. Blessed with lunar & healing magic, divine power, and moon fire in their blood. All she knows is cruelty, hunger, and survival in the most ruthless pack in existence. Raised by the wolves who killed her bloodline, Daeira has spent her life in the shadows, beaten, starved, silenced. She hides her strength. Hides her power. Hides the truth of what her wolf really is. Until the night she turns eighteen... and the Moon wakes her. Her wolf rises in a blaze of silver flame, and for the first time, Daeira sees what she really is, chosen, divine, and deadly. But when her fated mate, the Alpha's son, rejects her in front of the entire pack, everything shatters. She doesn't beg. She doesn't break. She runs. Because Daeira isn't the broken little thing they raised in a cage. She's the prophecy made flesh. And the world has no idea what's coming. An ancient evil is spreading through the wolf realm. The rift to the hell realm has cracked wide open. Demons walk the earth. Angels are falling from the skies to stop them. And Daeira? She's the only one who can close the breach. The wolves who cast her out are about to learn: The Moon doesn't bless without purpose. She sure as hell doesn't forgive. ✅ Reverse Harem/Dark Romance ✅ Rejected mate ✅ Dark Magic/Demons ✅ Hidden goddess bloodline
View MoreDaeira POVThe war room crackled with tension as I leaned over the table, my palms flat and my gum snapping furiously. Thessaly had just reported that Kade went out hunting on his own and brought back food for an entire village.I blinked at her. Huh.Lunaryn purred in my mind, "Well, well. Maybe the little Bloodmark pup isn’t all rotten after all. Still smells like trouble though."“Interesting,” I muttered. “But that doesn’t change shit. Roach is still out there pulling strings, and we need to figure out how to cut him off at the knees before he spreads more rot.”The room erupted. Riven slammed his hand down. “Fuck Roach. He’s a parasite. Let me hunt him down and carve that smug look off his face.”Kael growled low beside him. “No. Roach will expect rage. He thrives on it. We need precision, not a hot headed suicide mission.”Across the table, Auren tilted his head, ever curious. “What puzzles me is why Roach hasn’t moved directly against us yet. He has an army, but he’s stalling.
Kade Bloodmark POVTwo bedrooms. A little porch. A crooked chimney and a garden plot in the back that looked half dead but stubbornly alive. Hartfell had stood beside me, his arms crossed and his eyes unreadable, and said only, “It’s yours. Start fresh, Alpha Bloodmark.” Then he’d left me standing there with the key in my hand and silence thick around me.The cottage looked like it had been forgotten by time. Moss crept up the wooden beams, and ivy curled around the porch posts like lazy fingers. The roof sagged a little in the middle, but not enough to collapse. It was small and rough, but honest.Inside, the place smelled of old wood, dust, and faint herbs, sage, maybe. Not rot. Not blood. Not fear. Not like the keep I’d grown up in, where every wall whispered violence and ambition.Garian practically howled in joy the moment we stepped inside. “Ours,” he breathed, his voice soft for once. “Finally. Ours. No chains. No commands. Just… home.”Home. The word hit hard.I stood in the c
Kade Bloodmark POVI thought I was ready for war.Thought I was built for it, born from power, forged in brutality, and destined to rule through fear. I’d waited my whole life for this moment, standing at the head of thirty thousand wolves, armor gleaming, the Bloodmark crest burning red across my chest. Every heartbeat in my pack thudded in rhythm with mine, tethered by the bond of blood and magic.I was Alpha. Finally.And yet, the first time I saw her again, Daeira Seralyn, standing behind that radiant ward like a living sun wrapped in a storm, I felt my entire soul fracture.She was a goddess made flesh, wrapped in gold and moonlight, surrounded by monsters who looked ready to tear the world apart for her. Her aura rolled over the battlefield like thunder. The ward behind her pulsed with divine light, alive, connected to the land itself.Garian, my wolf, went wild inside me. “There she is,” he breathed, his voice trembling with awe and agony. “Our moon. Our true Luna.”My knees hi
Roach POVI always preferred the quiet.Not the absence of sound, but the hush that comes just before a slaughter, like the world is holding its breath, pretending not to notice what's coming. I had the Bloodmark heirs right where I needed them. Power drunk. Angry. Easy.They thought they planned this. They didn’t.I moved through the back corridors of the keep with the ease of a shadow, until I reached my private chamber. Black drapes. Iron runes. Circles carved into the stone floor with tools not meant for mortal hands. In the center sat my prized possession: a glass mirror rimmed in jagged obsidian. A gift from Hell.I knelt, pressed my palm to the circle, and began to whisper. Words that would make lesser wolves bleed from the ears. Words that unlock doors better left sealed.Marik Bloodmark was never just cruel. He was possessed, by a high ranked demon I’d helped summon years ago. But where others made deals, I made promises. I swore myself to the deepest dark. And tonight, I cam
Auren POVThe last body hit the ground with a thud, and silence rolled in, thick and heavy like storm clouds before the lightning. My hands were still glowing faintly, wings half spread, blood dripping from the tips of my feathers. I stared down at the wreckage.Dead. All of them. And we didn’t eve
Draken POVAuren rolled his eyes. “You should get your hearing checked. I told you I was worse than the whispers.”I smirked. “You were Heaven’s attack dog?”Auren shrugged. “I was the muzzle they used on bigger threats. Until I tore it off.”“Shit,” I muttered, grinning. “No wonder we vibe.”“Don’
Daeira POVThe door slammed with a finality that echoed through my chest like a goddamn war drum.Click. Lock engaged.I barely made it to the edge of the bed before the sob ripped through me.I screamed into the mattress, my fists clutching the blankets like they could hold me together. I shook, m
Draken POVGods, this place is full of feelings.Anger. Lust. Suspicion. Jealousy so thick I could bottle it and sell it as cologne.And at the center of it all, was her.The white wolf. My mate.Alpha of this little circus of overgrown puppies, witches, and self righteous pretty boys.And fuck, sh






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