The Goddess weaved their fate. It is now up to the Luna to strengthen the threads. ... Recent graduate Saira Malivik has her future all planned out; Go home and inherit her father's pack. Wait for her soulmate to come her way and lift her off her feet. Because she has zero faith in the resilience of a chosen mate bond, she never dated a man up to this date. Already 21 and going on 22, the pressure on her increases as the end of the year arrives. Shadows stalk her, while nightmares haunt her dreams. So when Einas Raed, the Lycan Commander of the Pacific Sea, turns out to be her goddess' chosen mate, she leaps at chance to escape her demons, poorly indisposed to mingle with his arrogant species and seemingly gentle Chosen Luna? Not exactly who she claims to be, how will she with this unexpected situation? Join us on this journey to find out!
Lihat lebih banyakFear. Guilt. Shame.
Shame. Guilt. Fear.
These heavy feelings torture my conscious over and over again, until I'm strung so tight, I'm begging the Moon Goddess to end it. To get me out. She doesn't.
Shame. Guilt. Fear.
And every passing year...I'm closer to the edge than I was before.
...
I grew up in a prominent pack. One deep in the mountains, beside a clear stream of water, surrounded by evergreens on every side. My father was the Alpha and I, his only daughter. Usually, females, no matter how strong and capable they were, never inherited their father's legacy. This case was true for the daughters of Alphas, Betas, and Gammas alike.
No matter their status, at the end of the day, they all ended up in the same group. The incompetent, the unqualified descendants, deprived of the right to carry their father's mantel, because they weren't born with a giant stick.
But this wasn't the case for me. You see, my daddy fought for me. He earned me the right to lead his pack after him. So now, I'm not only the daughter of Alpha Malivik Usan, but also the future Alpha of the Evergreen Pack.
One year into medical school, and I already have a graduate degree.
I'm his pride, my father says. His greatest joy and honor.
I'm not only beautiful with a glossy ember of crimson-orange mane, but also extremely smart, strong, and fast beyond my peers. I have my own designer line, and can live a rich woman's life without anyone's support.
Every girl in the pack wants to be me, and every guy in the pack wants to ensnare me.
But I shrug off the girls envy and keep the guys away with a single line. "The Moon Goddess has already chosen a mate for me. I won't date or sleep with any Tom or Jerry."
After 7 years of repeating the same line, 7, because the guys only began to approach me when I turned 15 and started to develop curves, everyone in the pack came to know me as 'Saira, the Moon Goddess's obedient slave.'
Crude way to label people, really, considering we're all her creations. But jerks are jerks, and scoundrels who fail in their conquest are the greatest jerks of all.
I don't care. I'm fine with whatever they call me. As long as they leave me alone and don't pester me to give them a chance. Waiting for my mate is the goal of my life, and no dickheads could sway me their way.
You must be thinking, 'You go, girl! Don't let anyone influence your decision! Being alone is better than being with someone bad, or someone who isn't your mate?'
It's what my best friend says every time I turn down a guy. It's what my mother said to me every time I told her I was waiting for my destined mate. Well, she said something along the lines of, 'A restless heart might lead you into a snake pit. It's better for you to wait for your one and only, because only he would accept you and love you the way you deserve.'
You get the gist.
So long story short, all my loved ones support me, and believe my decision to wait for my soulmate will lead me to true love.
I would love to say I agree. Unfortunately, I don't. Because what I'm waiting for isn't love. No. It's acceptance. Embracement for who I am and all I've done. Protection, even if I might be the dangerous one. Not to be shunned or condemned, but to be accepted for the real me.
'You're a rich woman under the protection of a prominent pack. Your father loves you enough to fight with the councilmen for your right of inheritance. What more acceptance and protection could you possibly need?'
Well, that's just it.
I am not who I say I am.
I copied her face and took her name, then impersonated her to enter the Evergreen Pack. I replaced her in her family and stole her place in her pack. Neither the right to be an alpha heir nor the privileges of Alpha Malivik's daughter belong to me.
Yes, I know. I am a terrible person.
I am a thief. An Imposter.
This is why the shame of my guilt burdens my heart, and it's eating me from inside out. The fear of my dirty secret getting exposed has me ardently praying to the Moon Goddess.
I copied her face, and it's only a matter of time before everyone finds out I stole her identity.
“Damn it! She got away again!” I slammed my fist into the tree, leaves and branches flying, as the trunk caved in. Hatred and frustration roiled in the pit of my stomach. Four days, 10 hours, and 55, 56 seconds. That’s how long I’ve been trying to get rid of the she-wolf since Idris Raed’s nomination for Lycan King. Never before had I wasted so much time scheming and plotting to remove an obstacle from my path, as I’ve done in the past four days. Even with Asma, I only spent 2 hours. “Caira, there’s something’s wrong with this she-wolf.” “Oh? Why do you say that?” I retracted my hand and calmed down upon hearing Isra’s words. The two of us were a team, the perfect equal in strength and intelligence. We covered each other’s weaknesses and solidified each other’s strengths. If I failed to notice something, it usually didn’t escape my wolf’s sharp senses. “Think about it. Since she came to the Pacific Sea, nothing’s been going well for us. I mean, yes, Einas’s still wrapped around
My woman was a gem. This fact was proven with the way she dealt with the couple. As Luna, she had the right to call for their execution. The evidence Zubair gathered would’ve been enough to convict them. She, as well as every clan member in the yard, was aware of this. However. Instead of calling for their execution, Saira commanded the man to repay his mate’s medical fee. If one looked at this from an outside perspective, it seemed as if she was punishing him for being ungrateful. Only the insiders knew she had just exonerated them from the death sentence. Her command was equal to a punishment, and that punishment was equal to her giving the sentence for the attempt on her life. I realized this, and so did the crowd present in the yard. The shift in their emotions was almost palpable, as their gazes on her turned complicated. Without trying, without meaning to…she’d just won the hearts of the clan members. My heart clenched. I didn’t want to let the couple slide so easily. If I h
I focused on the faces scrunched in worry and concern. The same clan, the same Lycans, and yet, so different in behavior after the incident. Yes, I saved their mates. I’d also saved their pups. And most importantly, the virus I infected with the female members not only conditioned their body to the witchcraft of the dark forces, but the antidote also ensured they wouldn’t fall prey to a similar craft in the future. This was an advantage the other species didn’t have. A cure that would cost most millions of dollars to procure. And when the truth of this matter was exposed in the war to come, that immunity would take the form of a blessing that would protect their soul and rise their ranks above the various races. However, that was all in the future, and that war wasn’t the reason why I decided to act. My intention had been far simpler than that. Since the Lycans couldn’t be relied on, and I didn’t have the time to win Einas Raed’s heart, releasing the viral agent and curing the inf
I floated on the sea of darkness. I didn’t remember landing. The fall had seemed to go on forever, the sense of weightlessness engulfing my senses until only the darkness and despair consumed me from inside out. I grappled in the dark. With what, I couldn’t tell. The lack of sight filled me with a sense of surrealism where I perceived myself struggling but couldn’t feel anything. Whether I existed or was just a mere thought in the void became a question. You’re not a killer. No, you’re not her. You’re Saira Malivik, the heir of the Evergreen Pack and daughter of the Alpha King. Saira, I know you’re in there. Please, talk to me! Someone was talking. The voice called out to me, tugging and drawing me in a way I couldn’t explain. I twisted my head to the side to listen closely. Think about your parents, Sai. How broken would they be to see you in this state? If not for yourself, then at least for their sake, come back to your senses! Something in the void changed. It was gray now.
“I heard Saira’s sick in the head. What’re your plans?” An indifferent voice entered my ears the moment I stepped into the Meeting Hall. I raised my head and clashed with Einas Raed’s dark orbs. My first reaction wasn’t to respond to the mockery in his tone. It was to take in his appearance and note how closely he resembled the Lycan Leader. We both carried the same gene, but perhaps in my case, Luna Nazia’s chromosome overpowered Raed Basil’s. ‘Is this the reason he favored his bastard child more than me?’ I wondered and chuckled at the thought. “What’s so funny? Is the question too hard for you to answer?” The Lycan Commander frowned and moved to stand in my path. “If it is, I’m willing to do you a favor and take her off your hands.” His shamelessness made me speechless. “Are you serious?” I asked, then raised my hand. “You know what, don’t answer that. I can tell you’re serious from your expression.” The clan elders had yet to arrive, making us the only two in the spacious hall.
“How is she?” “More calm, but still out of reach…” Heartache and pain etched the Lycan’s features. “Can you feed her for me? I still have unfinished business to settle.” He smiled sheepishly, an endearing sight on a man of his status. “Of course.” He didn’t need to ask. I took over the tray in his hands and stepped to the side to let him pass. With a reluctant backward glance, Idris sighed and descended to the first floor, where the mate and mother of the dead child spewed venom in a grief-stricken wail. “Shut the hell up!” The Lycan snarled the second he reached the couple. I could imagine the dark aura ebbing from his figure, overbearing and oppressive in the way male Alphas and Lycans asserted their dominance, as the couple paled and flinched back in fear. The uneven rise and fall of their chests told me they were struggling to breathe properly. “What right do you have to cause a raucous here? My wife’s in a trauma because of your dead child!” My heart sunk with dread. His contr
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