When The Moon Hides Her Crown
POOJA RAObeing the lycan queen, claiming by the alphaan heir for the alpha; winning her love againrejected by the alpha, claimed by the lycan kingrejected by my alpha wanted by the lycan king
I froze, “I’ve heard of a ritual…where they store the energy and aura of pregnant women to create another pregnant woman.”
“A living womb,” he confirmed and pushed a book toward me. “That curse drained those she‑wolves of sanity, energy, and soul. It hollowed them out.”
I flipped through the pages, as drawings of symbols and mutilated wombs filled my vision.
“What was all this for?” I asked, my voice rough.