LOGINThis is no ordinary werewolf tale. Romance and fantasy collide with a curse spun from prophecy and obsession. This is a story of torment and resilience. Of wolves and gods. Of a woman broken again and again, only to rise stronger each time. And at the heart of it all… is a love fated by the Moon. If you’re the kind of reader who thrives on slow-burning tension, this tale will consume you. But tread carefully: the deeper you go, the darker it gets. -------------- Alinta Ull, a bookish, headstrong, and haunted werewolf. Since her eighteenth birthday, tragedy has stalked her in a cruel pattern. Every three years, it brings death, rejection, or abandonment. She believes the Moon has cursed her, and… maybe it has. Desperate to escape her fate, she and her fierce wolf, Angela, travel to the rumoured resting place of the Rogue Deity, a mythical werewolf prophesied to rise beneath the eighth crimson moon. Coincidentally, on Alinta’s thirtieth birthday. But fate is a cruel thing. Something, or someone is watching. A wolf obsessed. A monster in disguise. One who has waited years to possess her, and now has no intention of letting go. In a world where devotion becomes delusion, and love becomes a weapon, one truth remains: Some mates are chosen by the Moon. Others are stolen by monsters. -------------- Content Warning: This novel contains dark and mature themes, including sexual assault, emotional and psychological abuse, trauma, captivity, and manipulation. While it ultimately becomes a tale of hope, rebirth, and true love, the road is long, raw, and often tragic. Reader discretion is strongly advised.
View More“Orion…” Alinta’s voice trembled, brittle as glass. “Who are you?”He shifted her gently, guiding her gaze to meet his. For a moment he searched her eyes, filled with disbelief… and something deeper. Fear. Hope. Tenderly he drew her closer. “I am indeed the Moon God. My preferred name is Luxian… though you, my love, may call me whatever your heart desires.”She shook her head, overwhelmed, torn between everything she thought she knew and everything standing before her.“You have the right to feel as you do,” he continued, his voice steady and grounding, like wind brushing through pine needles. “To question me. To doubt.”His hand rose, brushing her cheek with quiet tenderness.“As a lesser divinity, I was bound. I could only intervene when fate itself stood at a crossroads, when the lives of my people, my children, hung in the balance. There are laws even gods cannot break.”Pain flickered across his expression. “I could not save either you or your mother.”Alinta’s breath caught.“B
Content Note:This chapter depicts moments of violence and coercion. Please read with care if these topics are sensitive for you.Grunts filled the room, low, animalistic. A pleased sound followed, thick with self-satisfaction as Bellinor leaned back, breath ragged. His expression was feral, almost demonic, twisted with ownership rather than passion. Sweat trailed down his temples, yet his grip never loosened.“Tell me you enjoyed that, my mate,” he murmured darkly, pressing himself against Alinta as though staking a claim.Her eyes were hollow, their vibrant hues dulled to ash.“Answer me!” His fingers tangled brutally in her hair, forcing her head back.She spat in his face. There was no fear in her gaze, no submission, only hatred blazing through the emptiness.The first strike split the air. The second followed swiftly. The third carried no rage at all, only entitlement.–A gasp tore through the quiet.Orion jolted upright, his heart racing in his chest, his breath uneven in the
Light, sound, and heat collapsed into nothingness before slamming back into form with brutal force. When sensation returned, it did so unevenly, breath first, then pain, then the awareness of earth beneath their feet.“Where are we?” Kyle gasped, clutching his head as the aftereffects of teleportation crashed over him. It had been too much – far too much for the mortal body.When no one answered, he opened his eyes, about to speak again, but the she-wolf nipped the collar of his shirt and dragged him away.“Hey—”“We must give them privacy,” she said sharply into his mind, continuing to pull him deeper into the trees.Alinta and Orion remained locked in each other's arms, their bond surging and settling all at once, like a living thing finally finding its place. It felt unreal to both of them, a fragile dream they feared might shatter if they breathed too hard.Angela raced toward Silas. The moment she was close enough, she leapt at him, knocking him off his paws as tears of joy strea
“Okay,” Alinta whispered, steadying herself. “I trust you.”“Good,” Angela purred, briefly softening as she doted upon her human counterpart. Then her expression hardened. She turned her gaze upon the monster before them, Draven, who prowled within his own anticipation, eyes locked on her like a predator savouring its prey.“You can cut the crap, flea-bag,” Angela snarled, feathers and fur bristling, every inch of her poised for violence. “Nothing you do will ever make us even consider the thought of you as a worthy suitor. Now yield or prepare yourself for the long-awaited arse-whooping!”“We really need to work on your language, my mate,” Draven hissed, his features sharpening as his anger grew. “I won't repeat myself, my rose. You are–”He vanished.In the blink of an eye, his form dissolved into lightning, a violent violet streak tearing through the air straight towards her.Angela reacted on instinct, flames whooshing as she darted aside, but the moment she halted at a safe dista
It was now five p.m., and Orion was instantly greeted by Kyle as he got off the bus. The man was taken by surprise; he thought Kyle would be waiting at the pickup point.“Don't you look at me like that! I am a police officer. I have my ways. You had me worried! Come on, you look like shit,” Kyle gr
Trigger warning: The following chapter contains themes of abuse and violence, which may be triggering for some survivors. Reader’s discretion is advised.Alinta's head was killing her; everything from the hotel became a blur. She could only feel strong arms holding tightly onto her. Foggy images ap
At this point, Alinta abandoned the idea of playing the good prisoner and gaining Bellinor's trust. He was going to hurt her either way; all that was left was to fight back."I knew I should have trusted my gut, you are a fucking grotesque bastard!" she shouted as she elbowed his ribs and kicked hi
Trigger warning: The following chapter contains themes of sexual assault, which may be triggering for some survivors. Reader’s discretion is advised.Many agonising hours later, Bellinor flung the heavy steel door open, creating a loud boom as it hit the wall. He walked to a view of Alinta, clingin






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