Sister Reina Valen thought her life was set, hidden behind convent walls, cloaked in the nun habit, and bound by chastity. But everything shatters when she steps into University of California, only to feel her wolf stir for the first time in years. The cause? Professor Julian Maverick, the hot, charming yet cold professor at the podium, her fated mate. What should have been impossible becomes inevitable. He’s not just her professor. Something she soon discovers. He’s a spy agent, sent by the Alpha King to track down the kingdom’s long-lost only heiress to the throne who went missing as a baby. He realizes that this same daughter now wears a nun’s veil and hides the birthmark that could claim a crown. Reina is that heiress. But loving him means breaking every vow. Mating him means going back on her vows. And when a scandal threatens to destroy them both, Reina must choose between duty to the throne or surrendering to a desire that could burn the country down. As secrets unravel, enemies close in. The King is poisoned. The Royal Council plots rebellion. When Reina discovers she's carrying Julian’s child, the greatest taboo of all explodes into the public eye: a nun pregnant by her forbidden mate. In a world ruled by werewolves, tradition, and betrayal, will their love survive the storm—or spark a new era? She was never meant to lead. He was never meant to love her. But fate doesn’t ask. It commands. And as the country trembles on the edge of war, one question remains: Can a nun-turned-Alpha King-to-be rewrite her legacy with her mate by her side or she's cursed to be alone forever? Their bond is sacred. Their love is a crime. And it’s only just begun.
View MoreReina’s POV
They told me college life would be different. But no one told me the difference would start with me having to strip down in front of strangers.
It was my first day at the University of California, Berkeley. I had left the convent only a week ago, carrying the weight of my vows, the strength of my faith, and the quiet hum of my wolf under strict control. Being a werenun wasn’t a title taken lightly in our world; it was a life of strict discipline, spiritual dedication, and denial of all earthly pleasures. Including the mate bond.
The campus was buzzing with excitement and noise. Freshmen moved about in groups, taking selfies, laughing loudly, dragging luggage across the sidewalks. I tried to ignore it all, clutching my bag tighter and keeping my eyes low. My long skirt brushed against my ankles as I walked, my white blouse neatly buttoned to the neck. I felt like a candle in a sea of fireworks.
Then came the unexpected announcement: mandatory physical and medical tests.
I blinked in confusion. The woman who handed me the form smiled and said, “All freshmen must take the test before resuming classes. It’s standard procedure. You can’t continue if you don’t complete it.”
It sounded harmless until I stepped into the wide white hall where it was being conducted.
Dozens of students were already there, lined up in their underwear, waiting their turn with no shame or discomfort. Girls giggled, boys flexed. Everyone was acting like it was normal.
My breath caught in my throat. I took a step back.
I couldn’t do this.
Not because I was shy or ashamed of my body, but because I had taken vows. Sacred ones. I had given up all that. I belonged to something higher. I belonged to the covenant and I was a werenun.
A nurse approached me. “You have to change into this,” she said, holding out a gown. “Your vitals, reflexes, and general scan will be done. You can’t proceed to register for classes unless this is completed.”
“I can’t undress in front of strangers,” I said firmly.
She blinked, surprised. “Why not?”
“I’m a nun.”
She frowned. “A what?”
Before I could explain, a deep voice cut through the room.
“She means she’s part of the convent, and she's a nun.”
I turned sharply.
A man stood near the exit. He had spiky black hair, a tough jawline, and eyes that looked like they had seen too much of the world. Cold. Sharp. Judging. He wore an official tag.
Professor Julian.
I didn’t know his name yet, but something about him already made me feel… watched.
“And apparently,” he added with a smirk, “She believes being a nun exempts her from basic campus rules.”
“She has to take the test,” the nurse said, stepping aside for him.
“I won’t,” I said, louder this time.
His eyes locked with mine.
He walked closer, arms crossed. “This is a university. Not a convent. You don’t get special treatment because of your beliefs.”
“I’m not sick,” I said. “There’s nothing wrong with me. I’m healthy. My mind and body belong to God and the moon goddess.”
He scoffed. “Your body is made of bones and blood like everyone else’s. Belief doesn’t excuse biology.”
Something snapped inside me. “Why does it bother you so much that I believe in something greater?”
“Because belief is the enemy of truth,” he said, eyes narrowing. “You close your mind to facts and call it faith.”
I wanted to slap him.
But I didn’t. I clenched my fists and stood tall. “Then expel me.”
He stared at me for a long second. Then he turned to the nurse and said, “Clear her. Let her go.”
The nurse looked surprised, but she didn’t argue. She scribbled something on my form and waved me off.
I left the hall, heart racing, cheeks burning but with a strange feeling within me towards him. I never wanted to meet him again.
When I entered the classroom that afternoon, I felt like fate was mocking me.
There he was.
The rude professor from earlier.
Goshhhhh!
Standing in front of the class, writing “Philosophy 101” on the board.
“My name is Professor Julian,” he said, turning to us. “This course will challenge your beliefs, destroy your comfort zones, and hopefully make you think.”
I slumped in my seat, biting my tongue. His eyes hit on me again. I was his target.
From the very first lesson, it was clear he enjoyed attacking faith. He spoke of how the moon goddess was a myth. How religion was used to control minds. How logic was the only truth.
Each sentence felt like a blade to my chest.
I raised my hand, heart thumping.
“Yes?” he said, eyes already ready for battle.
“Believing in something beyond logic doesn’t mean someone is blind. Faith is a form of seeing,” I said calmly.
He laughed. “No. Faith is closing your eyes and pretending you’re not in the dark.”
I stormed out.
I didn’t even wait for the class to end. I couldn’t sit there and listen to him speak like that. I walked blindly across the campus, trying to steady my breath. The sun had started to dip, casting golden light across the grounds. My feet carried me to the only place I thought would give me peace,the garden.
It was quiet. Beautiful.
Roses, lilies, daffodils. All blooming in careful rows. A small stone bench sat beneath a wide oak tree, and I sat down, letting my bag drop beside me.
I closed my eyes.
I began to pray. Silently, like I always did. Words to mother Mary filled my thoughts. I asked for strength, for calm, for guidance. I asked for help understanding this strange new life I was walking into.
Then
It hit me.
A scent.
No, the scent.
My heart stopped.
I opened my eyes, and the world spun. My wolf inside me howled a sound I hadn’t heard in years. Not since I took my final vows.
But this wasn’t just any scent.
It was the scent of a mate.
“No,” I whispered, eyes wide.
This couldn’t be happening. I was a werenun. We weren’t supposed to receive mates.
But the scent was real.
And then, from the other side of the garden, he appeared.
Julian.
Professor Julian, the atheist is my mate?
I stood up so fast I nearly tripped over my skirt. “Are you stalking me?” I shouted, panic creeping into my voice.
He looked amused.
“No,” he said smoothly. “You wandered into my garden.”
“Your…?”
He stepped closer, hands in his pockets. “This garden. I planted it. Every flower. Every vine. It’s part of the professors’ quarters. You’ve wandered too far from the student blocks.”
My mouth opened and closed, but no words came out.
I couldn’t think.
I couldn’t breathe.
It wasn’t just the scent. It was him. The pull. The connection. The way my wolf purred inside me like she wanted to crawl to his feet.
I hated him.
I hated how calm he looked. How sure of himself. How unaware he seemed of what this bond meant to me and what it threatened.
“You shouldn’t be here,” I said quietly.
“I could say the same,” he replied, his voice low.
The wind blew gently, carrying his scent toward me again. I swallowed hard, backing away.
This couldn’t be real.
This couldn’t be my fate.
Not with him. Not with an atheist professor who believed that religion didn’t even exist. But the bond didn’t lie. My wolf knew.
And worst of all—
I think his wolf knew too with the way he was looking at me.
Julian’s POVThe palace was quiet that night, though I knew enemies waited beyond its walls and traitors still sat in the dungeons. I should have been thinking about them, about the council and the threats that still surrounded us, but all I could think of was Reina.She lay across our bed, her hair spread over the pillow, her body glowing with the faint swell of pregnancy. I watched her, feeling the strange mix of pride and worry that had followed me since the day I learned she carried my child.She turned her head, her eyes meeting mine. There was a softness in them, but also heat. I knew that look.“Julian,” she said quietly, her voice low, almost shy.“Yes, my love?” I asked, moving closer.She bit her lip before speaking. “It feels strange, but ever since I became pregnant, my desire has been stronger. I can’t hide it anymore. I want you.”Her words sent a rush through me. I had seen her glow, I had felt her warmth, but hearing her admit it made my chest tighten and my body burn
Reina’s POVI never thought pregnancy would feel like this. Some days I woke with so much energy that I wanted to walk around the palace gardens, other days I could not even rise from bed without groaning. My body no longer felt fully mine. My back ached, my feet swelled, and the smallest scent of food made me crave or gag.Julian tried to hide his worry, but I saw it in his eyes every time he looked at me. He wanted to rule with the same fire he had shown against Calder and the council, but whenever he saw me struggling, that fire softened into something else—fear, love, protectiveness.One evening, after a long day of council meetings, I sat in our chamber with my hands resting on my stomach. It was not very big yet, but it was enough for me to feel the weight. My lower back throbbed, and I shifted uncomfortably.Julian entered quietly. He set aside the heavy cloak of authority he wore all day, leaving only the man I loved standing before me. He came closer, his gaze dropping at onc
Reina’s POVThe palace had grown too heavy for me. Every corner carried whispers of betrayal, every hallway reminded me of Ken’s attempt on Julian’s life. My chest still ached when I thought of it. If that servant had not walked in, Julian would have eaten the poisoned meal. The thought alone tightened my throat until I could hardly breathe. It's only been days since I managed to miraculously bring him back to life,and Ken, a stranger I willingly took in without any info on him, wanted to poison Julian yet again. As if my father being in a coma wasn't enough,the weight of everything on my neck was pressing on me,Julian was the only one there for me and a mere stranger wanted his life to end.That night, when the council had been dismissed and the guards were posted at their doors, I found Julian sitting by the window of our chamber. His shoulders were tense, his head bent slightly as though the weight of the world pressed down on him.I closed the door quietly behind me. “Julian,” I w
Third POVThe palace halls of Lucien Green were quiet, but not peaceful. The air carried tension, like a storm waiting to break. Guards stood tall at every corner, their eyes sharp, their hands tight on their spears. Word had already spread that Calder had been caught sneaking into the royal herbal garden, and Julian himself had delivered the beating that left the Northern Ridge prince broken and bloodied. He was now in the darkest dungeon of all.While Julian dealt with the matter, another danger crept silently within the palace walls.Ken walked slowly along the servant passage, a tray in his hands. His advisor’s robes brushed against the stone floor, and his face showed calm, but his eyes held something darker. On the tray sat a silver bowl of broth, steaming with rich herbs. The dish was meant for Julian, who had returned from the garden with his knuckles bruised and his spirit still burning with anger.Ken moved with steady steps, but inside his heart raced. He had slipped a smal
Third POVThe night was heavy with silence as Calder moved through the shadows of Lucien Green. A hood covered his head, and dirt smeared his face, hiding the sharp lines of the Northern Ridge prince. He had abandoned his royal robes for rough, torn clothes that made him look like a wandering trader. The disguise was far from perfect, but it was the only way he could pass through the borders without raising an alarm.He had waited days for Ken to bring him news, but nothing had come. His father’s condition grew worse with each passing hour. The healers whispered that death was near, and Calder’s chest tightened with panic. He could not wait any longer. If no one would help him, he would take the herb himself.The moon hung low, its silver light spilling across the forest path. Calder’s boots pressed into the soil as he moved carefully, every sense sharpened. He had studied the maps Ken once shared, and he knew the path to the royal herbal garden. Still, his heart pounded fast. If he w
Third POVCalder sat alone in the dark, his eyes fixed on the burning torchlight that flickered against the stone walls. His father’s shallow breathing still echoed in his ears from earlier, a haunting sound he could not escape. Every time he closed his eyes, he saw the king trembling and twisting in pain. The image was eating him alive.He knew time was running out. The healer’s words rang again in his head: without the moonshade root, the king will not live.Calder leaned forward, resting his elbows on the long oak table. His hands clenched into fists. He hated the thought of bowing to Julian or Reina. But there was one of his men already inside Lucien Green, someone with enough power to make things possible—Ken.Ken had always been sly, clever, and ambitious. He had risen quickly in Reina’s circle, just as Calder had wanted, now sitting as her trusted advisor. Calder had not trusted him completely, but now, Ken might be his only chance.With trembling hands, Calder typed a coded me
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