The Cursed Alpha King is My Second Chance Mate
a name tied to the divine essence of the moon and stars, carrying the promise of greatness and balance.
Selene moved gracefully, her silken robes brushing against the polished floor. She extended her palm, and with a swift motion of her free hand, a small, ceremonial blade appeared. It glowed faintly with a light not of this world, its edge sharp and gleaming. With deliberate precision, she ran the blade across her palm. Instead of red, her blood emerged a luminescent silver-blue, glistening like liquid stardust. The room grew still as the divine ichor dripped into the intricate magical sigil Venus had inscribed on the floor.