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Werewolf
Tragedy
Fast-Paced Plot
Alpha
Hidden Identity
Possessive
Love-Triangle
Revenge
Second Chance
She was a slave to the pack that slaughtered her family. A rogue Omega, broken, but set for revenge. Amaya’s world was turned upside down when the Grayhide Pack wiped out her rogue clan, taking her captive. Forced to serve under the Alpha who commanded the attack, she hides her pain beneath a mask of obedience, until fate takes a cruel turn in the darkest way. Rejected in secret at the mating ceremony, the bond should have broken. But it didn’t. Every whisper, every touch, every graze the Alpha gives his betrothed, waves of agony meet Amaya. She is forced to watch. Every dream she has is permeated by his presence; he is at every corner she turns to. Haunted by vengeance, Amaya begins to work in secret, but the more she moves, the more shattering truths are uncovered. What if everything she has been made to believe was a lie? What if she isn’t the only one set out for revenge? What if the person her soul truly craves is totally different from the mate the moon goddess has fated for her? As her forbidden powers awaken, rewriting the very fragment of fate itself and creating a forge between the past and the present, Amaya must choose between blood and destiny. Because in the Grayhide Pack, some secrets are deadly, and some bonds refuse to be broken.
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The Slave Who Owned The Moon CHAPTER 142
AmayaThe ridge looked like it had been cut from the wrong world. Dawn spread thin over stone and roof tiles, a color that does nothing to soften shapes. The mountain kept twitching as if some animal under its skin could not stop moving. Every tremor made me remember light exploding and my mother’s face melting into it. I kept telling myself the memory would shrink, that terror would dull into distance. It did not.Trish left before the first bell. I wrapped a scrap of linen and a tiny jar of ointment in my palm and put them into her hands like an offering. Her eyes were wide and bright and smaller somehow than they had been the day we first met. She would hide with the healers, where hands kept secrets under bandages and prayers slipped through mouths without witnesses. It was the only quiet place I trusted.I walked with my hood low, the servants’ route under the kitchens smelling of bread and steam. The house pretended to be busy and ordinary. That quiet was its armor. Everyone mov
Última actualización : 2025-12-04The Slave Who Owned The Moon CHAPTER 141
TheronA sound like a struck bell woke the council before the runners did. It wasn't the normal clamor of a dawn call or a smith's hammer; it was a low, rolling thunder that came from beneath the earth and left the rafters shivering in its wake. I felt it through my bones before I heard the words—an alarm that said the house was not whole.I dressed with the economy of a man who has practiced panic into order. Boots, cloak, the iron ring at my wrist. Outside my door the household moved already, quiet and sharp. Men were running, women were pulling children close, and the servants whispered the first theories like prayers: a sinkhole, a quake, a wagon collapse. The pack said simple things to keep from telling the truth.But I have been alive long enough to know the difference between a cracked stone and a deliberate fracture. The cracking we heard was too clean for chance. It smelled of force and intent the way a struck spear smells of iron and sweat. I wanted proof before alarm. Proof
Última actualización : 2025-12-04The Slave Who Owned The Moon CHAPTER 140
LucianWhen I woke, the world was breathing smoke. The air hung heavy, half dust, half blood, and every breath tasted like rusted iron. The aqueduct had caved in around me—stone split open, beams twisted like broken ribs. Somewhere far above, the surface groaned under the weight of the collapsing tunnels.I forced myself up, pain sharp behind my eyes. The torch I’d dropped earlier lay a few feet away, its flame guttered to an orange glow. My leg throbbed where the knife had struck. Each movement left a streak of fire in my bones, but staying still meant dying here.The first sound I heard wasn’t human—it was the hum of the crystal beneath the earth. Faint at first, like a heartbeat echoing through water. Then louder. Steady. Calling.I turned toward it, following the light leaking through the cracks ahead.Every step sent gravel cascading behind me. The tunnels were bleeding themselves out. And through it all, the hum continued, pulling me forward until the air turned from black to bl
Última actualización : 2025-12-04The Slave Who Owned The Moon CHAPTER 139
AmayaThe tunnel wanted to swallow us whole. Every step felt like stepping deeper into a throat—stone closing, breath shortening, the air growing older and thicker until my lungs protested. Trish’s grip on my sleeve was the only anchor I had; without it I would have slid off into panic and the dark and never found my way back. We moved on hands and knees where the drain forced us to, water licking our calves, the metal taste of damp and old iron on my tongue.I thought about Lucian the way you think of a wound you can’t touch. He was behind us, fighting bone and torchlight, giving us the only path that might yet bend toward escape. That thought turned my feet faster. If he bled for me, then the rest of me would be worth the saving.The hum started low, a vibration under the soles of my feet first, then a tone that threaded behind my teeth. It made the mark at my throat prickle like an insect. My fingers went to it without conscious thought, to the place where the old blood lay simmeri
Última actualización : 2025-12-04The Slave Who Owned The Moon CHAPTER 136
TheronOrder is a narrow road and I have walked it all my life. I learned to keep my feet straight even when the ground beneath them wanted to crumble. That is why people come to me when the pack frays. They want someone who will name the rot and cut it out without sentimental hesitation.This morn
The Slave Who Owned The Moon CHAPTER 135
AmayaThe forest is never silent after a storm. It creaks and sighs, like something that has been holding its breath too long. The sky is heavy with ash and morning light. My hands still smell of smoke from the fire Lucian set to confuse the trackers.We spent the night in the old watchtower, a rui
The Slave Who Owned The Moon CHAPTER 134
DarianThe council chamber smells of wax and old grievances. Light from the high windows slashes across the stone floor, catching dust motes and the cold lines in Theron’s face. No one moves faster than the weight of a tradition; no one speaks softer than a verdict. Today the room tastes of accusat
The Slave Who Owned The Moon CHAPTER 133
AmayaDawn came gray and hollow, like the world hadn’t decided yet whether to live or die.I’d been awake through every hour of the night, crouched beneath the ridge where the eastern wall met the old woods. My hands were numb from cold, my cloak damp with dew and smoke. Each breath burned. But I w
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