For centuries, humans and werewolves coexisted under a fragile peace. Their world was governed by a sacred pact, the Crescent Pact, which kept both species in harmony. The pact, signed by King Cedric of the humans and Alpha Leoric of the werewolves, established clear borders and ensured no human or wolf crossed into the other's territory without permission. In exchange for peace, the werewolves agreed to share their wisdom of the wild and the secrets of nature, which had made human agriculture and hunting flourish.But peace, like all things, is fragile, and the ambitions of men are seldom satisfied.The delicate balance that had maintained the peace began to crack when King Cedric’s son, King Alaric, ascended to the throne. Alaric was a young, ambitious ruler with dreams of expanding his kingdom's borders. He saw the rich, untamed lands of the werewolves as ripe for conquest and exploitation. His advisors whispered of the wealth hidden in those ancient forests—the fertile soil, the u
Lune's fingers were trembling as she scanned the overdue rent notice, the weight of her financial troubles pressing down on her like a leaden blanket. It had been months since she could comfortably pay her bills, and the part-time job at the café was barely enough to keep her afloat. That evening, as the rain poured down in icy sheets, she decided to take a detour after work, wandering through the upscale part of town where the wealth and luxury of the city seemed a world away from her cramped apartment.She didn’t belong there—she knew that—but the glittering lights of the towering buildings and the allure of wealth were strangely comforting, even if only to look at from a distance.As fate would have it, Lune’s umbrella flipped inside out as she crossed a street, the wind snatching it from her hands and sending it tumbling down the road. Cursing under her breath, she dashed after it, paying little attention to the sleek black car speeding toward her.The screech of brakes and the fl
Arlo Donovan got home thinking about Lune, he wanted to get things done faster that's why we went to meet her parents for her hand in marriage. She was his mate and he found out that since she was born, he always hated the wrath that humans have to be their mate. They are too fragile and if not handled with care, they'd be broken. He has been watching her since birth every single day and waiting for the perfect age time to have her for himself. Arlo Donovan had always been a man of control, precision, and patience—qualities that had earned him his reputation as a ruthless billionaire in the world of business. But there was one thing in his life that had shaken the foundations of his calculated existence: Lune. From the moment she was born, she became his obsession, the one thing he couldn’t control, yet couldn’t live without. It had started on a night that seemed like any other. Arlo had been a young man at the time, powerful but still rising, his empire just beginning to stretch i
Lune’s parents sat at the old wooden table, the weight of Arlo Donovan’s offer hanging heavily in the air between them. The dim light of the kitchen flickered softly, but it did little to brighten the suffocating atmosphere. Her father, Gerald, stared blankly at the sheet of paper in front of him—the contract that Arlo had sent earlier that day. It was an offer that would wipe away all of their debts, lift them from the crushing weight of financial ruin, and secure their future in ways they hadn’t dared dream about for years. Yet, as appealing as the solution was on the surface, there was an undeniable darkness underneath.Evelyn, Lune’s mother, sat across from him, her fingers nervously tracing the rim of her coffee cup. She hadn’t said a word since they’d opened the letter, but the tears welling in her eyes spoke volumes. She had known this day would come; she had sensed something lurking for years—something wrong about the way Arlo seemed to circle their lives, always from a distan
Lune woke to the pale morning light streaming into her room, the familiar warmth of her bed doing little to ease the growing tension in her chest. Her dreams had been restless, full of fragments from the day before—her parents' anxious faces, the hollow words of agreement between them and Arlo's family, and the lingering shadow of that one chance encounter she'd had with him.She had only met Arlo once, purely by coincidence She never thought that moment would tie them together in something as permanent as marriage. And now, because of her family's financial strain, it was as if the decision had already been made for her.Lune sat up, staring at the door to her room, knowing her parents were already awake and moving about the house. She could hear their hushed voices from the kitchen, probably speaking in the same strained tones they had used when they told her about Arlo. They had framed it as an opportunity, a way to secure their future and keep the roof over their heads. But to Lun
Evelyn paced around the small living room, her hands wringing the corner of her apron. Gerald sat at the table, his fingers drumming impatiently on the wood, but the tension in his face betrayed his unease. The house felt unusually quiet despite the looming presence of the decision they'd made. Arlo would arrive soon, and with him, the final steps of their daughter's future would be cemented. "I just don't know if we made the right choice," Evelyn murmured, her voice barely above a whisper. She stopped by the window, peering out as if expecting Arlo’s shadowy figure to appear any moment. Gerald sighed, leaning back in his chair. "We had no choice, Evelyn. Our debts... Lune will be secure, and that's all that matters now." "But we barely know him! And Lune..." She trailed off, her heart aching at the memory of her daughter’s sullen silence, the distance she’d created between them ever since they had accepted Arlo’s offer. "I know," Gerald replied, his voice quieter now. "But Arlo i
Lune dragged herself through the front door, her limbs heavy from the long day of work. She had been trying to keep her mind busy, to distract herself from the impending doom of her future, but no amount of work could stop the dread that clung to her every thought. She dropped her bag by the door and headed toward the kitchen, expecting the usual quiet, but she immediately felt the tension in the air. Her parents were sitting at the table, waiting for her. Evelyn’s eyes were red-rimmed, and Gerald looked more serious than usual. Lune froze, her heart sinking. Something was wrong—she could feel it. “Lune, honey,” her mother started softly, glancing nervously at her husband before turning her gaze back to her daughter. “We need to talk.” Lune’s body tensed, her exhaustion quickly replaced by a wave of anxiety. She moved toward the table slowly, her mind already racing with possibilities. She didn’t have to wait long. “Arlo came by earlier,” Gerald said, his voice gruff but not unkin
Owe news spread through the town like wildfire—Arlo, the mysterious billionaire who kept mostly to himself, was getting onesried. It seemed that no one could talk about anything else. Whispers filled the streets, shops, and cafés, and every corner of the town buzzed with speculation."Can you believe it? Arlo’s finally tying the knot!" one woman exclaimed in the bakery, her eyes wide with disbelief as she spoke to her friend."I wonder who the lucky bride is," another woman chimed in, leaning over the counter. "No one’s even seen her, but she must be stunning to catch his eye."The truth was, no one in town had any idea who the bride-to-be was. Arlo had been careful to keep Lune’s identity a secret, and despite the growing curiosty, the town had been left guessing. This only fueled the excitement, turning Arlo's upcoming wedding into the most talked-about event in recent memory.The girls in town, especially, couldn’t stop speculating. Arlo had always been a subject of fascination—his