BLURB; Diva Crest is the Luna of her pack and has always been the weakest, powerless, unwanted wolf in her pack. But when the pack’s soothsayer announces her mate, her life takes a dangerous turn. She is fated to Alpha Derek Valen, the ruthless and merciless leader of the Blackfang Pack, known for killing without hesitation. Stuck in a bond she never wanted, Diva vows to escape, but fate has other plans. Derek is just as unwilling as she is. Cold and dominant, he never expected to be mated to someone so weak. But as much as he tries to resist, something about Diva pulls him in. There’s a connection between them that feels unnatural. When a rogue pack led by the vengeful Alpha Ronan launches an attack, Diva learns a horrifying truth—her mate's bond with Derek was never real. Ronan, once Derek’s trusted beta, manipulated fate itself, cursing them both in his twisted game for revenge. Bad still, Diva was never meant to be weak. Her true powers were sealed away, hidden beneath layers of deceit. As the truth unravels, Diva is faced with an impossible choice: embrace the power she was born with and fight for her freedom, or give in to a love that was never meant to exist. But when the bond between her and Derek starts to break, they must both decide,was it ever just fate, or something far more dangerous? Will Diva rewrite her fate, or will she lose herself to a love that was never meant to be?
View MoreDiva's heart pounded against her ribcage as she sprinted down the fortress corridor, blinded by the black-outs. Every step a frantic trot through the silence of the aftermath. The devastation of the previous day's battle—scorched dirt and acrid shreds of broken vows—remained etched on the walls. Every burst of torchlight made her jump, every figure vanishing into the shadows reminded her of decisions now weighing on her conscience.She gripped her side where the bruise pulsed with pain, but not pain that hindered her—it was betrayal, the cold sting of doubt in her veins. Her mind whirled back to Caelan's words moments before, a poisonous truth that questioned her who she was. Even as the pack bayed her name in triumph, she felt a void gnawing in her chest, as if something was ripped away from her.Derek's dark form emerged from the corridor down the hall. His gait was uneven; each step a tell-tale for a man fighting the battle against fatigue and hidden grief. When his gaze met hers,
For one moment, as the first blush of dawn stole above the line of the world, the universe paused as a single breath.Then a distant symphony of horns shattered the fragile calm. The enemy forces marched forward—black hordes marching with death in their minds through the valley. The land trembled under the weight of their advance.Diva's heart thudded. The energy that seethed in her was wild and unforgiving, a fire she barely recognized but was bent on controlling. The strands of light within her, the potential of the new beginning, were for redemption.The war had barely ended. Preyed on by the Void, an emptiness just coming into being, there was threatening her on the horizon like a storm. But upon seeing Derek, then Alaric's stern face, a spark of rebellious hope was kindled in her."We have three days," she repeated again, voice a soft command that rang in every warrior's head. "Three days to gather our strength, to prepare ourselves for the coming darkness. And if we do. we might
Diva leaned against the slippery balustrade of the fortress, her gaze raked over the storm-shrouded horizon on which waves of clouds seemed to twist around like maddened phantoms. There had been a triumphant shouting at last, but a cold stillness closed in about her like a second skin. All the pack roars now seemed so hollow, as if victory had been won at a cost, biting deep into every heart.He moved slowly through the courtyard, each step a struggle with his own wounds.Diva's heart pounded, each beat a reminder of that dark turn in her life. Ronan's words reverberated in her mind: "You were never meant to exist." The memory of that cold statement mixed with the bitter aftertaste of betrayal. She clenched her fists until they turned white, refusing to let that ugliness claim her future.A ruckus of boisterous shouting from inside the hall attracted their attention. Wolves—pack members—huddled anxiously, eyes wide with fear and confusion. Jorah stepped out into the open, shaking voic
Diva stood at the balcony of Blackfang stronghold, gazing out over rolling hills now hers. The full moon cast silver light upon the ravaged battlefield, shining down upon the wolves once at war with each other but now united.She should have won. She should have won.Instead, a pain was firmly rooted in her chest.Being Alpha never was a dream of hers.She had spent her life fighting for survival, not for power. But power had found her anyway.A warm presence moved behind her.Derek.His touch was gentle as he placed his hands on her shoulders, his fingers tracing the bruises and healing wounds that still marked her skin."You’re thinking too much," he murmured.Diva exhaled sharply. "There’s too much to think about."Derek turned her to face him, his yellow eyes locked on hers. "Then let me take some of it."She wanted to.By the gods, she wanted to.This was her responsibility now.She had become the Alpha, and with that came the burden for every life in her pack.And not everyone a
Diva's hands closed around Derek's blood-soaked shirt as she held him to her breast. His body was limp, his breathing shallow—too shallow."No, no, no," she whispered, her trembling hands applied to his wound. "Stay with me, Derek. Please."But his golden eyes remained shut. His skin was growing cold.Horror clutched at her chest.The battlefield was quiet, wolves still in the aftermath of Ronan's fall. Blackfang warriors hoped cautiously, but the survivors of Ronan's army had already surrendered, their commander nothing but ash.It did not matter.Not if she lost him.Diva clenched her teeth, attempting to disregard the burning of her own wounds. "Someone get the healer!" she shouted, voice raspy.No one moved.They were still in shock, still waiting for her command.Then—A person pushed through the crowd.Jorah, Derek's beta. His eyes were wide with fear, his actions quick. "We have to move him," he said urgently. "Now."Diva nodded, but when she went to lift Derek, a rough hand pu
Smoke curled from the scorched ground, the air thick with the stench of charred flesh. Diva was at its center, her breath steady, her form humming with harsh, untamed power. The flames that had erupted from her a moment earlier still flickered at her fingertips, casting a sinister light over her face. Ronan groaned, struggling to hoist himself up from the wreckage. His once-impenetrable physique was broken—his skin charred, his breath ripped. He was no longer the unstoppable monster who had cursed her. He was weak. Diva moved a step closer. Each step formed cracks extending across the stone beneath her. "You wanted me defenseless," she said, her voice a knife. "You thought you could take everything from me." Ronan spat blood onto the floor, staring at her through narrowed, furious eyes. "You were nothing before me. You would've died weak—" Diva moved faster than a thought. Her hand wrapped around his throat, holding him aloft in the air with easy strength. Ronan struggled to
Then—The loathsome crunch of bone.Caelan's fist clipped Derek's jaw, and Derek staggered against the cave wall.Diva's breath stalled."No—"Derek dropped to his knees, stunned, blood spilling from his lips.Caelan stood, rolling his shoulders as if the attack had been nothing to him. His silver eyes were cold. "Stay down, Derek."Ronan chuckled. "Good boy."Diva's heart shattered.She struggled to move, to scream, but the curse held her down. Her body betrayed her, her limbs refusing to obey.Caelan had made a decision.And it wasn't hers.Ronan leaned in, his fingers tracing her cheek, his touch repulsively gentle."Shh," he whispered. "It’ll pass soon. Then you’ll be mine."Diva wanted to tear his throat out.But she couldn’t move.Her body was slipping away from her, her mind unraveling.No.No.She wouldn’t let him win.Summoning every ounce of strength left in her, she forced her lips to move."You," she rasped. "Will never… own me."Ronan's smirk didn’t falter. "That’s what t
If Caelan was supposed to be the true ruler, that meant Ronan had overthrown him. Manipulated the system. I Took everything from him. And Derek— Diva’s heart clenched. Derek had been used. She swallowed hard. “Does Derek know?” Caelan’s jaw tightened. “No. And it doesn’t matter.” Diva flinched. “How can you say that?” “Because he’s already lost.” The words slammed into her like a punch. She shook her head. “No. He can still fight—” “Fight what?” Caelan’s voice was calm, but sharp. “Fate? The truth? He was never meant to be the one leading this war. He was just a pawn, same as you.” Diva’s vision blurred. She wanted to argue. To scream. But she couldn’t. Because part of her knew it was true. Derek had never asked for this. He had never wanted to be Alpha. He had only become Alpha because of Ronan’s curse. A curse that had never been meant for him. Her chest ached. “Then what happens now?” Caelan stepped closer, his presence overwhelming. “Now,” he murmured, “I take
His eyes burned with madness, his lips curled back in a feral snarl.Diva struggled, fear running through her. She kicked and scratched, but he was too strong, too heavy. His claws buried in her arms, pinning her to the ground."Mine," he snarled.Ice covered over fear.Not again.She would not be defenseless.With a snarl of fury, Diva summoned all of the last remaining strength within her and brought her knee into his belly.The rogue snarled, easing his grip enough for her to squirm loose. She rolled, crawling to her feet.But there are too many shadows among the trees.Three. Four. Too numerous for her to defeat on her own.Her heart pounded in her ears. She backed away, her tense body coiled.Then—A silver streak shot past her.The initial rogue had no chance to react before massive jaws closed around his throat.Sickening crunch.The rogue went limp.Diva's breath was taken.Caelan.He glided a ghost in blackness, death-dealing and silent. A second rogue charged him, but he did
Diva Crest, the weakest wolf in her pack, was used to being overlooked. No one expected anything from her—not strength, not leadership, and certainly not a future worth talking about.Tonight would be no different.The annual werewolf gathering was in full preparation, the grand hall was alive with chatter, but to Diva, it felt empty. She lingered at the edge of the crowd, her eyes sweeping over the alphas, betas, and omegas, all dining and conversing as if this event actually mattered."It's always the same. Never lively. Always boring," she muttered under her breath.Still, she forced a smile and approached her pack’s section, the Silverfangs."Hi, everyone," she greeted, her voice bright with a forced cheerfulness.No one responded.A few glanced at her, unimpressed, before returning to their conversations.She sighed. “Why do I even try?”The atmosphere in the room suddenly shifted. A chilling stillness settled over the crowd. Murmurs died. Conversations halted.The Soothsayer had...
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