Romances Online sobre Dark Romance e Histórias com Luna e Secret Love

Branded a witch and a murderer , condemned by her pack, Lyria Moonhart has spent most of her life in the shadows, shunned for her mother’s sins. Sentenced to die at dawn for a crime she did not commit, fate intervenes, delivering her into the path of the one wolf she should never have met. Kael Draven, heir to the Alpha King, is everything Lyria is not: powerful, untouchable, and already promised to another. Yet when their eyes meet after a brutal rogue attack, the impossible happens. The mate bond ignites, tying Kael to the very girl his world has judged unworthy. Torn between duty to his pack and the primal pull of fate, Kael risks everything to protect Lyria. But secrets run deeper than either of them realize. Lyria’s bloodline hides a truth that could shatter the balance of power among the packs, one that Alpha Damien, Kael’s ruthless father, would kill to bury. As betrayal simmers, Selara Crimson will not forgive a broken engagement. And the mate bond that should be a blessing might just become Lyria’s death sentence. Can Kael defy his destiny and fight for the mate the Moon Goddess chose, or will duty, lies, and bloodshed tear them apart forever?

She was born to save bloodlines. Raised as Silver Star's first female Alpha Heir in three generations, Sabrina always knew what awaited her coming of age. Not a crown. Not a simple mate. A Harem — the males of her pack who had no mate waiting for them, chosen by duty, by tradition, and by the Goddess herself. Her word is law inside those walls. But the house built for her mates has sat empty for nearly two centuries, the traditions that govern it have been twisted beyond recognition, and not every male stepping forward is there for the right reasons. The Heart's Choice Scroll chose Riley before she could say his name out loud. Victor she chose herself. Then the letters started arriving. Three allied Alphas. Twenty-two additional males. Political agendas dressed up as goodwill, genuine desperation dressed up as diplomacy, and one rejection that left the Goddess's mark burned permanently into skin as a warning to anyone watching. Forty-seven males. One Luna. And a Harem house that hasn't seen life in nearly two centuries. She expected politics. She expected power games. She expected to manage it. She didn't expect chosen bonds to grow faster than fated ones. Duty was never supposed to feel like this.

Blood poured heavily between my thighs, the metallic scent sharp enough to make my wolf whimper in agony. But the pain that tore deeper into my soul was the sight of my Alpha mate running past me without hesitation, chasing the overturned vehicle that had crashed toward Marina’s white car instead. “Marina!” he roared, his Alpha command raw and furious. A voice he had never once used on me in the five years I had stood beside him as Luna. I lifted my trembling hand, my lips parting in desperation. I wanted to scream that his pup was the heir of the pack, the secret I had protected for years was growing inside me. But he never looked back. He gathered Marina into his arms, his grip fierce and possessive, and carried her away as if she were his true mate. I thought that was the worst betrayal a Luna could endure. I was wrong. When I woke in the infirmary, the bond between my wolf and my mate was eerily silent. No Alpha. No pup. Only the cold scent of blood and a set of rejected papers resting beside my bed. I smiled faintly, my voice no more than a whisper. “This time I will be the one who makes Alpha Declan Jordan kneel until he howls in regret and begs his discarded Luna to return.”