“Kill her, or she will kill us all.” ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Clara’s life was supposed to be perfect. A fated love, a bright future, and a bond that nothing could break. But when a prophecy names her as the harbinger of destruction, her world shatters. Betrayed by her mate and sentenced to death, Clara barely made it alive outside the dangerous world, finding refuge among rogues when she was saved by the notorious Rogue King. Years pass, and the once-naive wolf becomes the feared Rogue Queen. When a wicked force threatens all werewolf packs, Clara must face the man who broke her—Alpha Adrian. Fate brings them together again, as they must uncover the truth behind the prophecy, face the betrayal that tore them apart, and fight a war that could end everything. But can love rise from the ashes of hate? Will Clara go against the mate who betrayed her or follow a new path? Or will darkness consume them all?
View More«ADRIAN’S POV»I quickly catch Clara before she can fall, her body limp against mine, and my heart nearly stops when I see the blood pouring from her abdomen. It’s everywhere, staining her clothes, my hands, the tilted floor beneath us.“Clara… don’t… don’t close your eyes,” I beg her, my voice trembling, shaking her shoulders gently… no, roughly too, because I’m panicking. I watch helplessly the way her eyes flutter, opening and closing, like she’s slipping away right in front of me. “A-Adrian…” She gasped painfully, holding me closer, and her face squeezing in pain I wish it was me. “Clara! Stay with me—damn it, don’t you dare close your eyes!” I shout at her. “She’s bleeding!” Brandon gasp with his eyes wide. “Clara!” Lusaka panick, dropping down beside us, his face pale with fear. He touches her cheeks, patting them frantically, his hand trembling as he checks the terrible wound on her abdomen. His lips tighten. “Shit,” he curses, the word punching the air like a gunshot.“W
«CLARA’s POV»“Where is Ophelia now?” I grit and turn to Ravenanna. “Being dragged towards the pack hospital like a sack of potatoes,” my best friend chuckles dryly.I’m not happy to hear about Ophelia.In fact, I’m downright angry.Standing on the training grounds, my eyes still watching my warriors who are resting, I can't push away the anger that boils inside me. My mind keeps drifting back to the news Ravenna just delivered: Ophelia has been caught in one of my traps.My first reaction? I don’t care. Not even a little bit.Ophelia has been a curse in my life for as long as I can remember. She and her mother, Tiara, are the ones who have torn my world apart.I don’t even feel a single ounce of sympathy for her. I don’t care if she’s hurt or even dead. Ophelia is nothing but trouble. Like I said, she and her mother have ruined my life. If anything happens to her, good.But then, my eyes snap to Adrian, who has been standing silently. Surprisingly, he doesn’t seem moved by the news
—CLARA—The sun burned high above, its heat scorching the dusty ground beneath my boots. My throat was dry, and sweat clung to every inch of my skin like a second layer. Yet I stood tall, refusing to show any sign of weakness. Around me, the rogue warrirors, my warrirors, pushed themselves to the edge under my commands. Muscles strained, bodies dropped into the dirt, and grunts of effort echoed across the training ground. But no one gave up—not today, not under my watch. Because I wasn’t going to let them.I couldn’t.If we were going to survive the war Marcus and the other alphas were planning… if I was going to protect my people, my home, I had to push harder. Train smarter. Build warriors who were not only fierce but unbreakable.My voice rang out over the yard. “Push-ups! No slacking! Do you think Marcus will show mercy because you’re tired? Again!”Their groans only fueled my drive. I didn’t want pity. I wanted strength.Two hours passed, maybe more. My body screamed in exhaust
«THIRD POV»With Marcus gone, Ryan’s fists were still clenched when he was about to turn the corner of the pack house. His heart was racing, the air in his lungs thick with rage after what that old Fox had just said. Every bone in his body screamed for a fight, but he knew better. Now wasn’t the time. But then, another block.In front of him was the last person he wanted to see… “Move!” He snapped. Ophelia. She was standing right in front of him, arms crossed on her breasts, eyes narrowed with suspicion. She didn’t even have to speak; her body language alone said it all.“I said move away,” Ryan gritted, frustration bubbling inside of him. He just wanted to be left alone.But she didn't move, her lips twisting. “What do you want?” Ryan growled, clearly not in the mood.But Ophelia didn’t move. Instead, she narrowed her eyes even further, her gaze piercing through him. “Where is Adrian?” she asked, her voice colder than the air around them.Ryan raised an eyebrow, biting back the
«THIRD POV»Ryan stepped out of the pack house, his hands in his pockets, trying to clear his head. It was fully morning and the sunlight spread the Dark Howl pack. If one looked closely, one would notice the dark circles in his eyes. He barely slept last night. He had been thinking a lot about Adrian lately. His best friend wasn’t the same. There was a pain in his voice that he tried to hide, but he felt it.Much worse, the enemies had taken over the ruling of the pack. He didn't know the future of the Dark Howl pack anymore. He missed those days when everything was in control when Adrian was still the Alpha. Everything had seemed perfect until now. Just as Ryan reached the stairs, a familiar voice of an elder stopped him.“Ryan,” Marcus said, standing behind him with a smug look on his face.Ryan stiffened but turned around slowly. “Alpha Marcus,” he greeted with forced respect.Marcus grinned wide like an old fox as he took a slow step toward him. “Where’s my lovely nephew?” he
«ADRIAN POV»I walk through the woods, slowly, alone while drowning in my thoughts. The moonlight filters through the trees above, casting shadows all around me. The wind is gentle, brushing against my face, but I don’t feel calm.Not tonight. Not after what I saw.I didn’t mean to see it. I wasn’t following her, I swear I wasn’t.But maybe I was. Maybe a part of me was hoping to see her one more time… even if I didn’t deserve to.And now I wish I hadn’t.Clara.In his arms.Laughing.Smiling.Kissing.My blood boiled.My vision went red.I wanted to burn the world to ash. To tear through trees, howl at the moon, and destroy everything that reminded me of him… of them. But no matter how angry I felt, there was another voice—one that whispered like poison in my ear…. ‘She doesn’t belong to you anymore.’ She chose him.He’s her king. Her husband. My chest felt tight, I couldn’t breathe.I know Clara saw me, I know she did. Her eyes widened just a little. Her body tensed.But she did
«CLARA POV»Jasmine turns, her eyes flashing with rage. She opens her mouth, probably to scream at me, but before she can raise her hand to strike me back, Lusaka steps forward fast, a blur of motion, and grabs her wrist, holding it tightly. His eyes flash with something darker than I’ve ever seen before—something that sends a chill down my spine.He growls, a deep, low sound that rattles the air.“Don’t. Touch. A hair. On her.”His voice is cold, but there’s an edge to it. An edge I’ve never heard before.Jasmine freezes, her body stiff. She looks at him like she can’t believe what she’s hearing, her eyes wide with shock.Even I was surprised. “Lusaka, y-you—” she starts, but her words falter as she looks at him.Lusaka doesn’t loosen his grip. His gaze doesn’t leave her.“Don’t.” His voice is low and dangerous, like a warning.Jasmine flinches, her expression twisting into a mix of confusion and pain. She takes a step back, her mouth opening like she wants to say something, but no
«CLARA POV»The woods are darker than I remember.The moonlight barely slips through the thick trees above, and every step I take echoes low over the damp earth. Twigs snap under my boots, but I don’t stop. My heart is thudding too loud, my breath fast and shallow. I call for Lusaka once. But my voice gets swallowed by the trees.Where the hell is he?When I continue walking, my eyes dart around my surroundings, suddenly… I hear it.A voice.Feminine. Low. Too familiar.I freeze in place.“Why do you keep protecting her?” the female says, low and seductive. “She clearly doesn’t deserve you.”My heart lurches. I know that voice.Jasmine.Another voice follows—his voice. Lusaka. But I can’t hear what he’s saying. My feet begin to move again, slowly now, careful. My fingers tremble as I push a branch aside and inch closer.Their scents hit me before I see them.And then, through a gap between two thick trees, I see them.I stop breathing.Jasmine is leaning into Lusaka, her slender body
«CLARA POV»I slam the door behind me and drop to my knees.The room is quiet. Too quiet. The silence presses against me like a heavy weight. I don’t even make it to the bed. My legs give out and I just stay on the floor, hugging myself.And then… the tears come.I try to stop them—I really do. But it’s like a floodgate has opened inside me. Everything I’ve been holding in, everything I’ve shoved deep down… spills out like water breaking through a cracked dam.I cry.Goddess, I cry like I haven’t in months. My chest hurts. My throat burns. My heart feels like it’s been ripped open and handed back to me in pieces.I think I’m stronger than this.I’ve built an empire, haven’t I?I’ve led rogues, faced threats, survived betrayals, and stood tall through it all. But whenever Adrian stands in front of me… I fall apart. Every single time.His voice keeps echoing in my head.“I’m sorry.”“I regret.”Regret?What the hell am I supposed to do with that?Is it going to erase the shame, the hea
« CLARA » The Blood Moon Ceremony is only a week away, and the Dark Howl Pack is buzzing with excitement. Anticipation hums in the air weaving through every conversation, every movement. Preparations are underway everywhere I look—ornaments hanging from trees, banners fluttering in the wind, and omega servants rushing to ensure no detail is overlooked. Alphas, Lunas, Betas, and Gammas from the neighboring packs, including those far and wide, will attend the upcoming ceremony. Tonight, the atmosphere within the Dark Howl pack feels particularly alive, brimming with activity as everyone works tirelessly to prepare. I move through the marbled hall with my head held high, exuding pride and grace. As the newly appointed Luna—a role I've held for six months now—it falls to me to oversee these preparations. Every arrangement must be flawless; nothing can go wrong. As I give orders to the omega servants about how to hang the final ornaments, I notice a sudden ripple of murmu...
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