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At twenty-one, she found her fated mate. At twenty-five, he rejected her for political power and wealth. Now, two years later, she has rebuilt what little life she has left among humans, studying to become a teacher and returning to her former pack only for the sister she refuses to abandon. But when the Red River Pack falls under Lycan attack, her quiet survival is shattered. The Alpha is killed, her former mate rises in his place, and she is sacrificed over to the Lycans as a spoil of war. The Lycan Prince recognizes her as his mate. For Lycans, the mate bond is sacred, unbreakable, and fatal to deny. For werewolves, second chances are rare but possible. For Lycan royalty, a wolf mat

That wouldn't have ended well for anyone. Jace is now looking at me outright his hazel eyes swirling with his wolf. I know he's figured it out but I don't say anything because I know it would definitely get out if I audibly say it. I just give him a sharp nod and bring a finger up to my lips so he knows not to say a word. His face splits into a goofy grin and he flicks his fingers towards me in a silent salute. I relax a little in my chair knowing he won't dare say anything now. I try to listen to the Gothic horror lecture taking place but I'm distracted by lavender and lemons.

Winter in Ireland lingers in the rain. There’s no sight of the glittering high society I left behind here. No suffocating rumors. No whispers waiting to swallow you whole. I wear a thick cream cashmere coat and carry a small bouquet of chamomile I just bought at the market. The tiny white flowers are dotted with rain, fragile and clean. It matches how I feel. Quiet. Steady. I push open the door to an old pub at the end of the lane.

A crescent moon nestled in faintly clouded glass, with three tiny snowflake crystals dangling from the edge like frozen stars. She reached out, fingers hovering just above it, heart tightening. WinterMoon. Her home. Or… the home she left behind. The sound of the crowd softened behind her. The music faded. That charm—that moment—was WinterMoon. The night skies. The quiet hush of snowfall on the hills. The scent of pine and frost and something wild. It was the silence of the woods and the hum of belonging. Her throat tightened. The warmth she’d felt only moments ago didn’t vanish—but it dimmed. The edges of it curled in on themselves. She didn’t touch the charm. She didn’t have to. Just lookin

Aslan happily complied. Hujan and Aslan were already on the bed, Hujan was reading a fairy tale. He tells of a beautiful princess, married by a prince. Unfortunately, the prince already had an Empress, so that the beautiful princess was only made a concubine. However, the Prince loves the princess, more than his love for the empress.

He hated when his father was right. “Well, everything went in that book. How to kill vampires, werewolves, the fae, sirens, shapeshifters, skinwalkers, Wendigo’s, demons, you name it. If we had encountered it, it would have been in the book. We had the original copy, and they wrote copies of what we had written through the night. We gathered some pretty cool information.” “Like what?” Liam asked, intrigued.

she bit her words. “I can’t accept that. Just thinking about sharing you makes me sick. It’s not something I’m willing to do even if it means not being with you.” “I am a person, not a commodity, and you really should not speak of me that way,” she warned quietly. From outside the carriage, Sabine said, “It looks like rain, Your Highnesses. We may have to retire early.” “Make it stop,” Rahl slipped closer to Emory. Rather than listening to him, she fuelled her rage with power. Lightening shot out of her eyes and struck the ground close to her feet, as the sky darkened even more. The storm clouds opened up, and people hurried to get out of the street.

(Alexander's POV) When my aunt disclosed the whole thing, I was shocked for the first few seconds after hearing it but then I looked at Evelyn and got out of my trance. “How did you know?” After a while, we all settled down and looked at my aunt for answers. “Earlier, I immediately remembered about a book that was only written on the original moon goddess's life. So, I went to the library which is specially built for our world” She opened the book and the first picture that we all saw surprised us.

Heck, I did not even know her name. "Do you feel sick?" My mother was still not satisfied. "Is that it?" "No, Mom." I shook my head. "I'm alright." "But—" "The boy said he's fine." My father interrupted her. "Let him be." At that, my mom went quiet. My father was neither violent nor loud, but nobody ever questioned his authority, not even his Luna. "As for more important news," he continued. "I'll be announcing Bran as the new Alpha during the night of the full moon, which is on Friday—"

"Now that I have everyone's attention. My name is Alpha Ciaran of the Blood Moon pack, to those who do not know me. The one who is responsible for finding your all and orchestrating your rescue is lovely Mrs. Jones. Hey children were amongst you. The two young twins who happen to also be, what's known as Blue Moon shifters. Before we continue into what that means, we need to get a few things clear here and now. One, we will rest for the night here. Two, in the morning we will all go into the small town for breakfast to learn more about each of you and what pack, or coven you come from. If we are unable to find your families, you will have very grown up decision to make. You can join with Alp