Cursed Witch Luna
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"Kill him, your soul will finally be free, and we will be together once again." The voice in my head whispered.
I woke up in the savage werewolf realm with a hollow mind, no memory of my own name, and a single, bleeding command branded into my brain: Kill Harrow.
I was an outcast, a wolfless stray hiding in the dark alongside other outcasts, until a rogue pack hunted us. I expected to die in the mud, but then he tore through the forest- Harrow, the legendary Mad King, a monster of scars, black claws and crimson fury.
Instead of tearing me apart, he pulled me against his massive chest, his touch sending a shockwave of electric heat straight to my core.
Every instinct screamed that this beast was my fated mate. But the voice in my head screamed louder, demanding I drive a silver blade into his throat.
What I didn't know?
My memories were a beautiful lie.
Torn between an obsessive step brother who wouldn't let me go, and a forbidden cursed lover who would rip apart the earth just to find me again.
I became the center of a story I never knew I was part of all along.
"Do you hate me, sweetheart?" Harrow whispered, baring his neck to my blade. "If you do, Then strike."