Her Ruthless Alpha
They whispered of the blood of our blood, calling me the Last Luna, warning that the throne was waiting.
I whispered Theo's name, a jagged prayer that barely cleared my lips.
Suddenly, the sky split open.
A single, colossal beam of pure, concentrated moonlight locked onto the ceremonial dais. It didn't just illuminate me; it trapped me. The silver fire erupted around my body in a towering, intelligent spiral, sealing me inside a column of celestial plasma that licked the edges of the heavens. The heat was blinding, searing straight through my clothes to the marrow of my bones, yet it didn't burn my flesh. It was changing the parameters of my existence, rewriting my humanity until I was nothi
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