Rage Rage Against The Dying Of The Light Interstellar

Harold missed our fifth anniversary. He said Rogues had attacked the border, and as the Alpha, he had to fight to protect the pack. However, the she-wolf who came to fetch him was dressed in a tight little dress and heels—she looked more ready for a date than a battle. Worried for Harold, I went to the Moon Goddess's altar to pray for his safety, like I always do whenever he's called to fight. However, on the way, a witch told me there was no war at the border at all. He lied to me. At that moment, I knew it was time to walk away. "I want to break my mate bond with Harold," I said. She turned the pages of an old, dusty spellbook. "Harold won't accept this. He was even willing to give up his claim to the Alpha title just to be with you." "I don't need his permission," I said. "I'm willing to pay any price." She sighed. "If your heart is truly set on leaving, I can brew a potion for you. One sip, and your scent will vanish from the pack's memory—as if you never existed. "However, think carefully. You'll lose your title as Luna, leave behind your home, your people. You'll start over somewhere new, where no one knows your name. Not even the Moon Goddess will be able to find you." I said, "I've made up my mind, I refuse to stay in a love built on lies. "How soon can I have the potion?" "Three days." Three days. Just enough time to say goodbye to everything I once called home.

Lyra has had enough of being a pawn in someone else's game. Born with hair as white as moonlight, Lyra is apparently proof of a prophesy. A prophecy she did not believe in and thought held no water.  Deciding to live a normal life with her mate, Lyra traded her strength , her life, self esteem and self worth for a shaby crown as Luna to her mate, Alpha Dorian. After stripping herself of everything in order to stand by him, he betrays her, hurts her and casts her aside, bringing in a replacement, all because of the exact same prophecy, like it could not get worse. Lyra's blind submission turns to defiance. She decides to abandon everything, mate, pack and all, and sets out to reclaim her strength, her honor, and her destiny. She soon descovers that the only one who can leash a powerful being such as her, blessed by the moon goddess, had always been herself. The one thing she could not shed though , were the four Alpha-kings chasing her...

(R-18)Story of a girl who lost everything in life. But only one thing left her sufferings. She wants nothing but want to find the biggest mystery of her life that change everything. When she is suffering, she met a person which change her life. In this world he gives her everything she wanted. Let see how can a human become the light of someone lost path? And how can both overcome their difficulties together? And live a happy life with each other after many years of tears. Follow me on Instagram to know more about my work: @shinecl17 (This work is unedited)

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