LOGINThe Silver CEO’s Bound Lunar In a world where shadows hunt and power is the ultimate currency, one secret could destroy a billion-dollar empire—or unite two souls destined by the moon. MAYA THORNE is a sharp-witted private investigator who doesn't believe in fairy tales, let alone monsters. When she’s hired to recover the "Silver Moonstone," a stolen relic from the private vault of the world’s most reclusive tycoon, she thinks it’s just another corporate heist. She doesn’t expect to be cornered by a man whose presence feels like a thunderstorm and whose eyes flash with a predatory gold. CILLIAN VANE is the "Silver-Backed" Alpha of the North Ridge Pack and the billionaire CEO of Vane Global. For years, he has used his fortune to keep his kind’s existence a myth. But when a human investigator tracks down the very stone that anchors his pack’s power, his world begins to crumble. The moment Cillian catches Maya’s scent—rain-soaked cedar and wild mint—his inner wolf roars one word: Mate. Maya has the evidence to expose him. Cillian has the power to silence her. As rival packs emerge from the dark to claim the stone, Cillian must decide: will he protect his empire by getting rid of the woman he is biologically driven to claim, or will he sacrifice everything to make her his Luna? The hunt is on. The moon is rising. And this time, there is no escape.
View MoreChapter 11: Rain and MintThe first thing Maya smelled wasn't the sterile ozone of a hospital or the metallic tang of the ritual. It was cedar, mountain rain, and a sharp, cooling hit of peppermint.She opened her eyes to find herself cocooned in soft, heavy furs. A fire crackled nearby, the orange light reflecting off the dark slate walls of the Vane Estate. The silence was different now—not the predatory hush of a fortress under siege, but the deep, exhausted quiet of a sanctuary."Don't try to sit up too fast," a voice rumbled.Maya ignored him, propping herself up on one elbow. Her palms were bandaged, and her body felt like it had been put through a rock crusher, but she was alive. Cillian was sitting in a leather chair by the hearth. He looked human—entirely human—, but there was a new stillness to him. The restless, vibrating tension that had defined him was gone."Julian?" she rasped, her throat feeling like she’d swallowed sandpaper."Gone," Cillian said. He stood and walked
Chapter 10: The Lunar AltarThe summit of the High Peaks was a jagged crown of obsidian and ice, screaming under the weight of a supernatural gale. At the centre stood the Altar—a monolith of ancient, weathered stone that seemed to drink the light of the stars. In the centre of the monolith, suspended in a cage of violet lightning, hovered the Silver Moonstone.It wasn't the beautiful, serene gem Maya had imagined. Stripped of its protective vault, the stone looked like a dying star, bleeding jagged pulses of silver and shadow.Julian Blackwood stood before it, his arms outstretched. He was no longer the polished socialite Maya had seen in the tabloids. His expensive coat was shredded, his skin translucent and mapped with glowing, violet veins. His eyes were entirely black, voids that reflected nothing."You’re late, Cillian," Julian’s voice echoed, sounding like grinding tectonic plates. "The transition is ninety per cent complete. The lineage of the True Alpha ends tonight, not with
Chapter 9: The Frost-Bound PathThe ascent into the High Peaks was not a climb; it was a battle against a landscape that wanted them dead. By the time they reached the three-thousand-foot mark, the lush forest of the lower estate had vanished, replaced by stunted, skeletal trees and jagged ribs of black rock slicked with ice.Cillian moved through the terrain like a ghost. He had traded his tailored slacks for tactical gear, but he still wore no coat. The heat radiating from his body was so intense that it created a faint mist around him as the snowflakes melted before they could touch his skin. Maya, huddled in a heavy parka, struggled to keep pace, her breath coming in ragged white plumes."Wait," Cillian commanded, his voice barely a whisper. He dropped into a crouch, his hand flat against a patch of frozen moss.Maya stopped, her hand flying to the obsidian pendant. It wasn't pulsing anymore; it was vibrating with a high-frequency hum that set her teeth on edge. "Is it him?""Sent
Chapter 8: The Shadow in the GlassThe silence of the Vane Estate was heavy, a thick velvet shroud that felt more like a warning than a comfort. Maya lay on the silk sheets of the guest suite, staring at the ceiling where shadows danced in the flickering orange glow of the dying fire. The obsidian pendant against her chest felt unnaturally warm, a rhythmic pulse that matched the distant, frantic drumming of her own heart.“The soul that can anchor the beast,” he had said.Maya sat up, dragging her hands through her tangled hair. She wasn't an anchor; she was a private investigator who specialized in insurance fraud and cheating spouses. She was a girl who kept a pepper spray canister on her keychain and a backup battery in her purse. She wasn't a character in a gothic legend, and yet, the humming in the stone against her skin told a different story.Rest was impossible. The air in the suite felt charged, the atmosphere brittle as if the very mountain were holding its breath. Driven by
Chapter 5: The Silver RevelationThe cold wind from the shattered windows whipped through the penthouse, smelling of rain and the metallic tang of wolf blood. Cillian stood in the center of the wreckage, his chest heaving. The fur on his jaw was receding, but his claws were still extended, dripping
Chapter 4: The Shattered CrownMaya didn't go to the guest suite. Curiosity had always been her greatest vice, and tonight, it was a fever. She stood in the shadows of the hallway, watching Cillian. He was slumped over the marble island, his breathing coming in ragged, animalistic huffs. The expens
Chapter 3: The Gilded CageThe private elevator ascended in a silence so heavy it made Maya’s ears pop. Cillian stood at the front, his back to her, but she could see his reflection in the polished chrome doors. He looked like a statue—immobile, powerful, and terrifyingly focused."You can’t keep m
Chapter 2: The Predator’s DebtThe silence in the boardroom was heavy, thick enough to choke a normal man. Maya Thorne felt the air pressure change, as if the oxygen was being sucked out of the room. She had interviewed killers and kingpins, but Cillian Vane was different. He didn't just feel like






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