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FIRE AND FURY
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Serena.“Mine. Mate”, Tristan growls and before I can react, he pounces. It happens so fast like a blur. One moment, Thorne is covering my body, and the next, he’s gone. Tristan slams into him with bone-crushing force, sending him flying across the room. Thorne crashes into the wall with a sickening crack, furniture splintering beneath the impact. My scream gets stuck in my throat as I scramble back against the bed, my pulse a wild, erratic mess. Tristan doesn’t even glance at me, his full focus is on Thorne. Thorne groans, shaking his head as he struggles to rise, blood dripping from a gash at his temple. But before he can regain his footing, Tristan is on him again, his massive jaws snapping dangerously close to his throat. "You dare touch what is mine?" Tristan’s voice is thick with fury, his words barely human. His wolf snarls, lunging again, this time, intent on tearing Thorne apart. "Tristan, stop!" I shout, my voice hoarse with panic, but he doesn’t hear me or h
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Serena's POV"Just kill me, please." The words slip from my lips before I can stop them. My voice is hoarse, barely louder than a whisper.I hear gasps, but I could not care less. I have lost everything, my family, my home, my dignity. Death would be a mercy.The soldier holding me hesitates, his grip on my arms tightening. His blade hovers at my throat, close enough that I feel it bite against my skin.“Wait”, a voice shouts, it is a young soldier running towards us. “The General says we should not kill anyone till we get to the stronghold”. The cloaked figure waves his hands, and the soldier lowers his blade. I sigh in defeat, wondering why it is so hard to die.“Assemble every slave, we leave at dusk”, I hear him order and as soon as he says this, things become busy.Some soldiers transform into their wolves running to God knows where, while the others round up the slaves.My wrists burn where the silver chain bites into my skin. The Nythera wolves march me and the other survivors
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Serena. I kneel before Tristan Sinclair, my fists clenched at my sides, fighting every urge to spit at his feet. His golden eyes glow under the moonlight streaming through the high windows. "You will show me your utmost submission at all times," he repeats, his voice as cold as the winter winds that once howled through my pack’s mountains. I bite the inside of my cheek, forcing my head down. I know better than to provoke him, but the silence stretches too long, and I see the flicker of amusement in his gaze, like a challenge. Before I can break and say something reckless, the doors to his chambers burst open. "Tristan!" A feminine voice rings through the room. A young woman, no older than me, storms in with wild dark hair bouncing over her shoulders. Then, she stops dead in her tracks, her eyes shifting between me kneeling on the floor and Tristan towering over me. A smirk tugs at her lips. "So, it's slaves now, huh big brother?" She crosses her arms, tapping a finger again
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Serena.I straighten quickly, shoving the parchment behind me. “I, I was just dusting.”A smirk tugs at his lips. Not the usual cruel, mocking one. This one seems amused.“Dusting,” he repeats, shaking his head. “With your hands all over confidential war reports?”I open my mouth, searching for an excuse, but nothing comes out. I’m dead. This is it, but then, he laughs.Not a dry, bitter chuckle but a real laugh. I blink, stunned. Tristan never laughs.“You really are something,” he says, stepping closer. “You think I don’t see what you’re trying to do?”My heart races and I step back instinctively, but he just leans against the desk with his arms crossed, watching me like I’m the most amusing thing in the world.Then, he tilts his head. “Tell me, little thief, what do I get in return for my silence?”I stare at him, completely thrown off. Where is the usual coldness? The cruelty? The threats?I hesitate. “Anything?.” I state, totally confused by what is happening.His smirk widens. “
Last Updated : 2025-03-05FROM SLAVE TO LUNA PICKING SIDES
Serena.“She is my slave, brother”, Tristan seethes glaring daggers at Thorne.The council chamber is stifling, and it is not from heat but from the power emanating from these two powerful alpha heirs.Tristan’s grip on my wrist is tight. Too tight, but I do not wince because on my other side, Thorne holds on to me just as firmly.Two brothers. Two heirs. Both refusing to let go. The council members watch in deadly silence, nobody wanting to interfere. Time stretches for what feels like eternity waiting to see who wins.I already know the truth though, that this is not about me. I am just the stage on which their war plays out. So, I do nothing, I do not resist, speak or even react.I simply observe. Who will bend first? Who has more power? Who can I use to carry out my revenge? If I can become an ally of the strongest one, I can take down the other and then use his weakness against him.“Let go,” Tristan grits out, his silver eyes flashing with fury.Thorne does not flinch. He merely
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Serena.The moment Tristan’s lips crash onto mine, the world tilts. Heat surges through me, raw and undeniable. Every fiber of my being trembles, caught between shock and something far more dangerous. For a fleeting second, I don’t think. I don’t think about the pack watching. I don’t think about Thorne. I don’t think about the war that still looms over us. There is only Tristan. Then his body stiffens. A sharp breath escapes him, and suddenly, his grip on me loosens. Before I can react, his legs give out, and he collapses against me. Gasps ripple through the pack, but I barely hear them. My arms instinctively wrap around Tristan’s broad frame, struggling to support his weight. His body is feverishly hot, his breath shallow against my skin. "Tristan?" I whisper, panic creeping into my voice. He doesn’t respond. “Get him to his chambers!” Sylvaine commands, snapping the pack out of their stunned silence. Two warriors rush forward, prying Tristan from my grasp. They lif
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Serena. “Well, that was fun, wasn't it slave”, Tristan whispers in my ears leaving me wondering how one minute he is standing far away and the next he is right beside me.As soon as the Queen takes her leave, General Vasquez follows suit. Now it's just the two brothers, Sylvaine and I standing in the grand hall.I ignore Tristan completely looking everywhere but him, and sigh in relief when Sylvaine rushes over to me, looping her arms with mine.“Come on Serena, you're staying in my chamber tonight, we have a lot to catch up on ”, she says loud enough for her brothers to hear, pulling me out of there.I barely make it two steps out of the grand hall before I feel him. "Serena, wait" Thorne yells running towards us.My body tenses, but I do not stop. I do not even look at him. He left without a word or an explanation after promising to be there for me, and now he thinks he can just walk back into my life? "Alpha Prince Thorne," a voice calls out.I stiffen. General Vasquez. Cur
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Serena.The silence that follows her words is deafening.Tristan, for once, isn’t smirking. Thorne’s muscles are tense, ready to spring into action. Sylvaine watches cautiously, her usual sharp tongue absent.The woman, no, the Queen, stares at them all, unimpressed. Her silver eyes sweep across the room, taking in the chains binding me, the bruises on my skin, the tension crackling in the air. Then, with an elegance that makes her seem untouchable, she turns to her sons."Explain." It isn’t a question.Tristan starts before anyone else can speak "She was meddling in things that do not concern her. And now, she faces the consequences of her actions."Thorne lets out a sharp breath. "Consequences? This isn’t justice, Tristan, it’s personal."Tristan barely glances at him. "And? She’s reckless. A liability. If it were anyone else, she’d already be dead, I'm only being merciful."Thorne’s control snaps. He steps forward, voice low and laced with fury. "You do not get to decide who lives
FROM SLAVE TO LUNA ALL THE SINCLAIRS
Serena.As soon as the rogue opens his mouth to say the name, the sound of heavy boots echoes down the dungeon corridor, and before I can react, a guard grips the rogue by the collar, yanking him to his feet."Time's up, rat," the guard growls.The rogue barely resists, only letting out a dark chuckle as he’s dragged away. I lunge forward, my chains rattling."Wait!" I cry. "Tell me who!"The rogue doesn’t struggle, but as he's pulled into the corridor, he tilts his head just enough to look at me, his smirk never fading."Guess you'll have to figure it out yourself, Princess."The door slams shut behind him, leaving me trembling and my mind spinning.I stagger back, pressing my hands to my temples. Who was it? Tristan or Thorne? My gut twists painfully at the thought of Thorne’s name even being a possibility.I clench my fists. I need to get out of here, ignoring the voice in my head telling me that I will never make it out of here, not alive.I let out a frustrated breath, fingers cu
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Serena."What’s it going to be, little wolf?" Tristan Sinclair whispers against my ear, his lips brushing against my skin. A cold shiver runs down my spine, but it isn't fear. No, it's fury. Disgust. The absolute rejection of the monster in front of me.I squeeze my eyes shut, trying to suppress my wolf, who is practically vibrating with need. He is not our mate. This is a mistake.No mistake, she growls, her voice laced with longing.She’s sick. That’s the only explanation. The Moon Goddess cannot be this cruel. I refuse to accept it. Maybe she’s mistaking Tristan for Thorne, yes, that has to be it. Because this man, this sadistic beast, cannot be my mate.But my wolf is blind to reason and before I can stop her, she lunges forward, taking control of my body and closing the gap between us. She crashes our lips against Tristan’s in a desperate, possessive kiss that makes my stomach turn in revulsion.Tristan lets out a low chuckle against my lips, his smirk breaking the kiss. "So eag
FROM SLAVE TO LUNA THE BOND OF SUFFERING
Serena“Mate,” my wolf cries, not once breaking eye contact with Tristan. The word echoes in my head, leaving me frozen beneath him. No. No, no, no. This can’t be happening. Tristan Sinclair is my mate? For a moment, he just stares at me, with an unreadable expression. Then, slowly, his lips curve into a smirk, one that sends a sharp pang through my chest. “Mate?” he drawls, stepping closer, his voice dripping with mockery. “You’re no mate of mine.” His words slice through me, but he isn’t done. He leans down, his breath hot against my ear. “You’re a pathetic excuse for a wolf, Serena. Weak. Worthless. You don’t even deserve to breathe the same air as me.” My wolf whimpers, curling into herself, but I stand frozen, unable to move, unable to react. Tristan straightens, his silver eyes glinting with malice. “It’s almost funny,” he continues, laughing darkly. “How desperate you must be to think I would be paired with... this.” His gaze rakes over me like I’m something dis
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Tristan The council chamber stinks of desperation. Old wolves, wrinkled and worn, murmuring among themselves speaking of war, alliances, and strategy. As soon as I enter, the chamber goes silent and they all bow. I know why I have been summoned, it is the same reason I keep being summoned. At this point, it is becoming hard to hide my annoyance.“… She should be executed,” one of them says, his voice edged with steel. “The Alpha King would have never tolerated her continued existence.” A muscle ticks in my jaw. I lean back in my chair with a blank expression. “And yet, here she is,” I murmur, swirling the goblet of wine in my hand. “Still breathing.” There’s a tense pause. They’re waiting for my approval. The authority in my blood demands that I take control, that I give the final word. However, I will not, not yet anyway. She’s mine to break, mine to crush beneath my heel and truth be told, watching her struggle, watching the defiance burn in her eyes before she submits,
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Serena."Where do you think you're going, slave?" a voice says from behind me making my body go rigid. No. No, no, no. This cannot be happening, I think, not when I am so close.I forget how to breathe for a moment, as my heart slama against my ribs. I know that voice. I’ve heard it in my nightmares countless times.Slowly, I turn around, bracing myself for Tristan Sinclair’s cold, piercing gaze, but surprisingly, it’s not him. A sharp laugh breaks the silence. A young servant leans casually against the stone wall, his arms crossed, smirking like he didn’t just shave years off my life. Immediately, my fear morphs into irritation. "Relax," he drawls. "You looked like you were about to drop dead from fright." I exhale, unclenching my fists. My pulse is still erratic. "That wasn’t funny." He grins, unbothered. "Maybe not, but it was convincing, wasn’t it? You owe me for not alerting the guards." I narrow my eyes. "Then do me a favor and keep your mouth shut." He mock-salu
