He was supposed to be my salvation. Instead, he rejected me. Cael has lived his whole life in the shadows, an omega without a wolf, without worth, without hope. At his second mating ceremony, the one chance the Moon Goddess promised him, he’s humiliated and abandoned all over again. Broken. Forgotten. Until the Alpha King finds him. Thorne, fierce and burdened with prophecy, has been waiting for a sign that his fading kingdom still has a future. When he stumbles across Cael, something ancient stirs, the prophecy awakens, binding them in ways neither of them expected. But power this dangerous always comes with a price. The Hollowborn are hunting, packs whisper rebellion, and fate demands more of Cael than anyone believes he can give. He was supposed to be the weakest omega alive. Now he might be the only one who can save them all.
View Moremy wound had healed over night and I was surprised because that was the first for me. It usually takes me days to heal even being friend with a healer didn't change that. Lyra always teased me for that. Still wondering how it happened but decided to put it at the back of my mind.We left Rosel's pack later during the day even at the risk of rogues attack. On getting to moon grove, everything felt different. The forest welcomed me back like an old song I couldn’t quite remember the words to. The trees of Moon Grove stood taller than I recalled, their roots tangled like veins beneath the earth, their canopies shivering in whispers I felt more than understood. The air itself was different here thicker, alive, humming with threads of energy that slid across my skin like water.I stopped at the edge of the clearing, my boots sinking into moss that pulsed faintly under the moonlight. For a heartbeat, I almost turned back. The weight of expectation pressed too heavy on my shoulders, a cro
The memory of Rosel’s smile clung to Malrick like oil. Sweet on the surface, but impossible to wash off once it touched the skin. He replayed their meeting in his mind as his horse carried him through the night, hooves striking sparks on the stone road. The air was damp with mist, and every breath tasted of iron, sharp and biting.She thought herself clever. Thought the scheme she whispered in the shadows was hers alone a stroke of cunning to topple Thorne and the mate fate had dared to give him. But Rosel was no puppeteer. She was a mask, painted and fragile. The strings had been in his family’s hands long before she had ever dreamed of tying herself to the Hollow Borne rogues.Malrick shifted in the saddle, cloak snapping with the cold wind. The stars above were drowned by thick cloud, leaving only the occasional break of silver moonlight that caught the frost on the branches. His thoughts churned like stormwater.Let her believe she leads the dance. She will dance to our rhythm a
The moon crawled behind a veil of cloud, its pale face a smear across the sky. Inside my private chamber, tapestries drank the light until only stitched shadows remained. I closed the door and let the muffled sounds of the servants fall away the distant clank of armor, a cough in a corridor until the room belonged only to me and the breathing of those I’d summoned.They arrived as they always did: quiet as knives. Darius first, a silhouette that filled the doorway broad shoulders, the straight line of his jaw cutting against the gloom. He moved with a soldier’s economy; every step measured, every glance a calculation. Malek followed like an echo, smaller, lithe, his grin edged with contempt. The two of them carried the same amber spark that lived in Thorne’s eyes, but where Thorne tempered fire into restraint, they let it gutter and flare.My hands did not tremble as I poured wine. The liquid coughed into three cups, dark as a wound, sending a thin scent of iron and grapes into the
The training yard still smelled of blood.It didn’t matter that the healers had scrubbed the stones until their hands bled, or that the torches had burned all night to chase away the stench. It lingered. Metallic, sharp, sour it clawed its way into my lungs with every breath, a reminder of how close I came to losing Cael.My wolf wouldn’t rest. He paced inside me, growling, restless, demanding vengeance. But vengeance doesn’t heal wounds. It doesn’t bring back the steady sound of Cael’s breathing in the dark when I can’t sleep. It doesn’t erase the image of him lying in his own blood while my hands shook, carrying him to the infirmary. That image goddess, it will haunt me forever.The guards dragged the prisoner before me. Just a boy. Too young, too thin, trembling so badly I could see the rope dig into his wrists. He could barely meet my gaze. They said he’d been seen fleeing after Cael collapsed. And yet, looking at him, I couldn’t see a killer only a terrified youth caught in
"Did you forget you killed your father, A man of virtue who had died trying to protect you" "Omegas like you do not belong here especially as our Luna lunavara deserves better" "We do not need a killer as our Luna my king and you should break the bond you have with him" "Besides our land is healed and he has fulfilled his mission here as your mate" "I agree my king the prophesy has been fulfilled so he means nothing to us" Why are these elders saying this about me, do they really want me out, is this what Thorne thinks as well. Does he agree with them? Why is he not saying anything "I Thorne king of lunavara reject you Cael of Rose circle pack......." "No, no Thorne, please stop it, Thorne look at me pls stop for the sake of our pups please...." The pain is too much I can't I I can't brea...th Thorne why aren't you looking at me Why are you breaking our bond? Jolting up from the nightmare that plagued me the first thing I felt was pain. Not sharp, not screaming, but
The infirmary stank of blood and burning herbs. My mate’s blood. Cael’s breath hitched in shallow rhythm, every rise of his chest a fragile miracle. He should have been safe. He should have been untouchable under my protection. Instead, he bled in the very heart of Rosel’s territory.I forced myself to step back from his bedside before my rage suffocated the healers. My hands were still crimson, trembling not with fear but with fury. The weight of every watching eye pressed on me as I left the chamber. Guards, advisers, warriors, none dared meet my gaze.Rosel was waiting in the hall. Not by chance. I am very much aware of that. Her gown shimmered with deliberate ease, a mockery of grace as her lips curved into that practiced smile.“Thorne,” she purred, her voice silk threaded with steel. “How unfortunate that such tragedy should fall upon your… mate… while under my roof.” she said.Her words dripped with courtesy, but her eyes lingered on the infirmary door, and I knew her mean
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