Sold After Rejection to the Ruthless Lycan King
The Moon’s voice faltered, almost, an instant hesitation that made the silver brilliance shiver.
I took a step forward, my bare feet touching nothing, grounding myself on the threads of reality that bent to my will. Light gathered behind me, thick and answering, not reflecting but rising with intent, shaping itself into forms I did not recognize but understood instinctively: shields, wings, crowns of impossible geometry. It was recognition. Myth recognition. It was not fear, not reverence, but acknowledgment of a force that refused to bow.
“Do you not understand?” the Moon’s voice demanded. “This is your ascension. This is your rightful place. To oppose is to perish. To deny is to fracture t
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