LOGIN"Come closer, don’t you trust me?" Of course I trusted him. I loved him. But that didn't stop him from throwing me into the sea. I was betrayed. Reborn. And destined to love again. *** On the night Elowen was to marry her fated mate, he cast her into the sea. Rescued by the Moon Goddess and stripped of all her memories, she awakens in the enemy kingdom—lost, nameless, and caught in the gaze of the fierce Lycan King. As love begins to bloom in the unlikeliest place, Elowen must choose between a forgotten past… and a future that could heal her heart.
View MoreElowen's POVIf weddings were always like this, then I was really looking forward to mine. It was beautiful. The halls, the music, the people... everything.I stared in awe and had to constantly remind myself to keep my mouth closed as I gaped at all the colors and regal displays.I stood amongst the crowd and stretched my neck a bit to see the King, standing in his Royal clothing, looking majestic.I thought I was going to finally see the face of the King today, but I was met with disappointment when I saw a mask on his face, and on Montanne's too.She walked towards Damien like the Luna she was about to become. Like a woman who always got what she wanted."Hello" a voice came from behind me. I turned around quickly and felt warm arms resting on my shoulders.It was Hares."Hares, what are you doing here?" I asked. I expected him to be beside Montanne, giving her emotional support, or at least pretending to. "Where else would I be if not with you?" His golden eyes gleamed even brigh
Damien's POVI stood at the altar, as still as stone. A King left with no choice. Sager was pacing within me like a beast in a cage that wanted loose.The Chief of Ceremony murmured rituals that I could barely hear. All I could think of was how Elda would respond to the truth about who I was. And if she would agree to be me with me despite Montanne, and despite the crown.My hands were cold, even though the torches were burning hot around us. Every eye in the room was fixed on me. But I couldn’t look at the crowd.I was waiting for her.Montanne.And then she walked in. The entire room seemed to exhale at once. A thousand heads turned and people's gasps were caught in their throats. There was a ripple of awe moving like wind through the crowd. She wore a red dress that clung to her body like it was her bare skin. Her hair was curled in glossy black waves and her lips were painted with a color that matched the bloodline she so desperately wanted to join. The BloodHowl Luna.She was
Elowen's POVThe door opened softly, without warning, I quickly squeezed the letter like my life depended on it, and threw it in the corner where other waste and rubbish were kept before being burnt.Montanne stepped into the room like a queen that was already crowned.Her presence had always been commanding, but today, it was more than ever. It felt like she owned not just the room but the very air in it. And even with all the noise that was going on outside, the space between us was quiet.She was dressed in a flowing gown. It was the color of dried blood, deep crimson, and threaded with gold so fine it shimmered with each step she took. Her bodice was structured to perfection.It was cinched at the waist, and her neckline sparkled with rubies. Even her perfume. It was floral with something spicy underneath, and it filled the space before her voice ever did.I stared a little too long at her, lost in the thought of what a lucky man the King must be.A part of me was ecstatic that
Damien's POV The fabric was heavy. Velvet, deep red and stitched with gold along the cuffs.The maids moved around me like ghosts. Quick and silent.I stood still in the middle of the chamber as one smoothed down the edges of my tunic. Another tightened the belt around my waist and a third adjusted the long ceremonial cloak that was draped across my shoulders.One of them gently combed through my hair while the other tightened the leather straps on my boots.I stood still like a statue. My eyes locked on my reflection in the tall mirror that was in front of me.Their hands were soft. Efficient.Trained to dress a man for war or for his wedding—which, in my case, felt like the same thing.I barely noticed them.My mind was elsewhere.I wondered if she'd read it by now. The letter.Did she laugh at it? Toss it aside? Or did she press it to her chest like I imagined?I wasn’t sure what I expected. Elowen was sharp-tongued and unpredictable. Maybe she wouldn't show up at all. It maybe
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