เข้าสู่ระบบA curse tied to blood. A girl who doesn’t know she’s the key. And three alphas who might burn the world to keep her. At Lunacrest Academy, the Vayne triplets rule it all, triplet alphas born with fangs, cursed hearts that don’t beat, and a secret that could end their bloodline. Everyone fears them. No one dares to love them. They were born cursed. Until she walked in. Elara Vayne, the Beta’s sister, a wolf-less girl with too many secrets. She shouldn’t matter, yet when she’s near, their dead hearts stir. In a world where bloodlines define worth, her secret could destroy them all… or save them. Because the only thing stronger than their curse… is her. And when the moon turns silver, truth and destiny will demand blood. Hers, or theirs.
ดูเพิ่มเติมElara’s POV—Present day. My phone has been vibrating for the past ten minutes, buzzing against the nightstand like it’s personally offended. I already know who it is, because only one person calls this early, and only one person uses anger as a ringtone.When I finally answer, my brother doesn’t bother with hello.“You went to the ball.”I pinch the bridge of my nose. “Good morning to you too, Claude.” “Don’t ‘good morning’ me, Elara. You promised. You said you’d keep your head down, stay invisible…” “I did stay invisible,” I interrupt quickly, forcing a calm I don’t feel. “No one knows it was me.”There’s a pause. I can practically hear him grinding his teeth on the other end. “You think hiding behind a silver mask counts as invisible? Everyone’s talking about the girl who danced with Alpha Cassian Veyron.”“Exactly,” I say softly. “They’re talking about the girl in the mask. Not me.”Silence again. A heavy one this time.He sighs, that long, tired kind that makes guilt crawl up m
Elara’s Pov- 35 hours earlier. If happiness had a sound, it would be the rustling of suitcases and the clatter of shoes on marble floors.“Careful with that one!” I call out as one of the maids lifts my third trunk, the one with my books and sketchpads. “That’s fragile!”“Yes, Miss Elara,” she says, breathless but smiling.My room looks like a storm of silk and sunlight, dresses everywhere, ribbons scattered, the scent of fresh lavender and excitement in the air. I haven’t felt this alive in years. Maybe ever.Lunacrest Academy.I whisper the name in my head like a spell.The place where legends are made. The academy for the strongest wolves of the realm. And somehow, me, Elara Vayne, the girl without a wolf, got in.“Mother!” I shout, practically running to the mirror to check my reflection. My curls fall in soft waves down my back, and for the first time in a long while, I don’t hate what I see.My mother appears in the doorway, radiant and composed, holding a folded cloak in her a
Lucien’s Pov. I’ve lived my best life in solitude.Silence has always been easier than conversation, control easier than chaos.My brothers never understood that.Riven spends his nights boxing his punching bag just to prove he still can. Cassian spends his pretending he’s never been broken at all.And me?I study the pieces.The candle beside me flickers, painting shadows across the open book on my lap. I’m supposed to be reading some forgotten historian’s thoughts on wolf lineage, but my eyes keep tracing the same paragraph over and over again.I can still hear the music from last night.The laughter. The whispers. The sound of Cassian’s pulse, faint but real, after years of nothing.It shouldn’t have been possible.We don’t have heartbeats. Not since the curse. Not since the moon turned her face away from us.I glance toward the balcony, where Riven is pacing again. His jaw tightens every time the memory crosses his mind.Cassian lies sprawled on the couch, throwing grapes into hi
Elara’s pov. If I’d known the night would end with three of Lunacrest’s most feared Alphas staring at me like I’d just cursed them, I would’ve stayed in my dorm and minded my business.But no. Here I am, in a bold silver dress that smells faintly of expensive perfume, standing beneath chandeliers that drip gold like melting sunlight.The welcome ball of Lunacrest Academy. The most elite werewolf institution in the realm. Every student here is someone; future alphas, betas, council heirs, purebloods. Everyone belongs.Everyone except me.The air buzzes with music, laughter, and dominance. Wolves showing off their lineage in expensive suits, girls tossing their hair just enough for everyone to notice the glow of their pack marks. I stand near a marble pillar, clutching my glass of punch like it’s a lifeline.I shouldn’t even be here. I told Claude I wouldn’t come.My brother, the Beta heir of Crescent Claw, top of his class, always perfect, always in control. He warned me to stay away












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