In a world ruled by werewolves, humans are no longer free. After a brutal war, the balance of power shifted—and every year, humans are selected and sent to serve the werewolf elite across the divided territories. Ava Sinclair is a human who has always been a fighter. So where she is selected on her eighteenth birthday to fulfill her duty to the kingdom, she vows not to go down quietly but fate has other plans. She's delivered straight into the hands of the ruthless Alpha King—Xander—the very symbol of the power she despises. But what no one saw coming… was the bond. Ava is his fated mate. Their connection is forbidden. Dangerous. Explosive. As secrets unravel and rebellion brews on both sides, Ava and Xander find themselves standing on the edge of war. Torn between loyalty to their people and the pull of a love written in the stars, they must decide: Will their love unite two worlds torn apart by centuries of bloodshed? Or will it destroy them both?
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The morning of my eighteenth birthday arrived far too quickly than I would have liked. The early morning sun filtered into my room from my window as I stared up at the cracked ceiling above my bed. The selection was today. Right on my birthday. Every year the werewolves go to the few remaining human settlements scattered around the continent to take humans who have just turned 18 to work as their servants until they are 50 or if you are lucky enough to have a good ‘master’ — as they love to refer to themselves, who would let you start a family in a settlement close to the pack but you'd still come to their houses every day to work. Centuries ago, humans and werewolves lived together in peaceful harmony but that was until we became greedy, power-hungry. We wanted to have supreme reign over the werewolves. A war broke out and the werewolves in their great strength and numbers defeated us, the majority of the human population was lost. To stop the werewolves from completely annihilating us a treaty was made, humans from the ages of 18 would be collected every year to serve the werewolves. They needed an ultimate ruler, the first alpha king was made. He was able to possess strength far greater than other werewolves, he was bigger and faster. He was said to have been specially blessed by the moon goddess herself — a supreme being who was said to have created the werewolves. He passed down this blessing to his descendants and they have continued his legacy by honoring the centuries old treaty. “Hi honey,” the sound of my mom's voice breaks my train of thought. I spotted her standing by my doorway. She walked into my room and sat on my bed.”I know today is…hard” her voice cracks. “I can't bear to lose you Avey, not after losing your brother.” Avey…a childhood nickname my brother had given me, he said Ava was too long. I guess he didn't understand the concept of nicknames back then. The name has stuck ever since. I miss him, he went missing shortly after getting selected seven years ago. “Mom…” I said sitting up and moving closer to her at the edge of my tiny bed. “You aren't going to lie to me, I promise. I will escape no matter what, I will never bow down to those monsters.” I said fiercely, determination burning in my heart. My mom choked on a sob as she pulled me into a tight hug. “Please don't do anything reckless, listen to them. Hopefully you'll get a nice master, please Avey.” She whispered in my ear as she hugged me. “Alright, let's go to the kitchen and get you something to eat before they arrive.” She said pulling away. Standing up, I picked up a big fur coat and put it on. We live close to silver claw pack, it always snows here so we always have to bundle up to fight the cold. Silver claw sock is one of the 10 packs in lycara — the werewolf continent. Members of the pack are well known for their high enforcement and elite tracking skills. I caught sight of a reflection of myself on the broken mirror I hung on the wall by my doorway. My silver hair was pin straight as usual, icy blue eyes as striking as ever. I had always wondered why I looked different from my parents and brother, my mom said it's due to a harmful substance she knowingly ingested while pregnant with me. In the kitchen, a warm breakfast had already been placed on our little dining table. My dad was whispering something to my mom, he pulled away as soon as he spotted me. My usual funny and goofy father was quiet today. “Happy birthday Avey, my little girl is all grown up.” He said trying to muster up a smile but failing. He was teary eyed but tried not to let the tears fall. “I have a little gift for you.” He said, handing a little wooden box to me as I settled into one of the dining chairs. Taking the box from his outstretched hand I opened it and gasped at the sight before me. It was a little silver necklace and a single pearl pendant. “I…I can't take this dad,” I said. “This must have cost you a fortune, I don't want you and mom to suffer because of the money you spent on this. Please take it back and return it.” handing the box back to him. “Don't worry about us Ava, we will be fine. Please take it, we want you to have something to remember us with. A little gift for you to hold on to whenever you miss home. Please take it.” He pleaded. Hesitantly, I withdraw my outstretched hand and remove the necklace from the box. “Can you put it on me?” I asked him. He came around the table, took the necklace from me and secured it around my neck. Planting a kiss on my head he said, “My little girl.” “Alright, enough of the sentiment, I'm not dying. Dig in! Don't let the food get cold.” I said, trying to lighten up the mood. We laughed as they both began to eat, talking and making jokes like we usually do, trying to ignore what's going to happen today. After breakfast, I helped my mom clean up the table. I heard them before I saw them. My mom turned ghostly pale as she could also hear them, they howled upon their arrival. The warriors were here to collect us. My parents and I exchanged glances before they hurried me out of the door, they didn't want to delay so as not to upset the warriors. Everyone was already waiting outside, some shaking in fear, some emotionless as they had already accepted their fate and few looked determined like me. Some warriors were in human form standing by a carriage while the other warriors shifted back to their human form. One stepped forward, he must be a captain I assumed, cleared his throat then began with a booming voice. “As you all know today is the selection,” a pause to let it sink in. “all humans from the age of 18 should step forward. Do not run or try to hide or else there would be consequences. We will begin to call your names, you should all have packed your things as we would not be wasting any time here today. You will come with us with or without your luggage if you try to waste time, whether you like it or not.” A cold hand clasped unto mine, I turned and saw my best friend, Silvia Graves, we grew up together. I could feel her shaking so I sqeezed her hand and offered her a little smile to reassure her. The air was thick with tension and filled with an eerie silence, not even the birds dared to make a sound. The only sound that could be heard was the nervous breathing around me and the sound of crushed snow underneath our boots. “We will begin,” the captain announced, his voice cold and sharp. “Mara Primrose.” She stepped out, her face was pale and she was visibly shaking. “Darren wood….” I block out his voice turning to take one last look at my home. This was my life. Soon, Silvia's hand leaves mine as she was called. I felt an urgent tap on my hand as I was pulled out of my thoughts, my father had tapped me. He had gone pale, eyes wide and was shaking. Everyone was looking at me with the same fearful expression on their faces. What's going on?... I thought to myselfRowan's POVLyra’s breathing had finally evened out beside me, a soft, steady rhythm that showed that she was finally at ease and I was glad. She didn’t say another word after I wrapped the blanket around her and sat by her side. She didn’t need to.I looked at her, really looked.Her face had lost weight in the past months, the edges sharper now—grief had carved out the softness she once had so effortlessly. The dark, sunken circles beneath her eyes told me she hadn’t been sleeping much. And even now, in the calm after the war, her body was tense beneath the blanket, like she was ready to spring awake at any given time if someone so much as touched her. .But she had opened up.That alone made something in my chest unclench for the first time in weeks.I tilted my head back, let my eyes gaze up to the stars, but even their beauty felt muted tonight. Everything felt… dulled. Like we’d survived the fire, only to emerge into the ashes.But she talked. She talked.And I’d take that over
Lyra’s POVThe fire had burned down to little fire, and one by one, they drifted off to sleep. Ava had fallen asleep curled against Xander’s chest. Vanessa and Kael were tangled up on a blanket near the edge of the camp, whispering and grinning like the war had never happened and they were in some sort of fairytale. Like they’d known peace all their lives.I was happy and envious of them so I forced myself to look away.Rowan had stayed with me.He always did.By the time the last bit of fire was snuffed and silence had settled over the camp, he rose, wordless, and offered me his hand. I took it, letting him guide me away from the others, deeper into the shadows where the weight of their stares couldn’t follow.We walked to a place in Ashville that we liked. It was a little hill above the camp where the entire land could be seen and the sky felt so close. The stars were particularly bright on that night, I just stood there and took a deep breath.The night air was cold, crisp, almost
Lyra’s povI don't know how long we sat there but I had droned out their conversation as I watched the burning fire. Suddenly, I felt the air shift. It wasn't the regular shift.But this time, it was different.Tense. Sharp.I knew why.I could feel it, their eyes were on me.And they deserved answers.I just wasn’t sure I had the strength to give them.Rowan came even closer, a steady wall beside me, his warmth grounding. He hadn't spoken much, just held my hand quietly under the blanket we shared. It should’ve comforted me more than it did. But the guilt clung to me, curling in my chest like a shadow that refused to be exorcised.I peeped at Ava across the fire, her knees were pulled to her chest, arms loosely wrapped around them. Xander had stood up and was standing just behind her, arms crossed, his gaze unreadable as it flicked from person to person—though it lingered on me more often than not.I was almost certain I could go the night without a word being said. That they’d keep
Lyra’s POVThe crackling of the campfire sounded distant just like the faint sound of voices laughing and talking. Familiar voices. Ones that once meant comfort and strength. Now, they sounded foreign and distant, like echoes bouncing off the thick stone walls of guilt I had built around myself.I sat wrapped in my cloak, hood drawn low, body leaning into Rowan’s side. His warmth was steady, grounding. I could feel his heart through the fabric, steady as a drum, but there was a tension in the way he held me. He didn’t trust me—not entirely. I didn’t blame him.They had every right not to.Ashville was ruined. The war was over. And I had helped start it. They just didn't know that.I didn’t know how to look them in the eyes, not after what I had done.Ava’s laugh echoed through the air, loud and carefree, like birds chirping and singing during the summer. She teased Vanessa about how she once fought her over Xander. Vanessa rolled her eyes but smiled, her fingers tangled with Kael’s. I
Ava's povThe fire crackled in the center of our circle, its warm glow and embers floating up to the dark sky above us. The scent of roasted meat and earth filled the air. It was the first night in what felt like centuries that I didn’t have to look over my shoulder or hold a weapon while I slept.We had won.The war was over. Zerathos was gone alongside his shadows and forge. It was a tough battle but we won in the end and that's all that mattered. The camp was quiet, solemn in places, and slowly coming back to life in others. Rebuilding had started before the ashes were even cold.We’d spent the entire day helping—healing, carrying, burying. Holding hands that trembled with grief. Offering words to those who could still barely believe they’d survived. It was exhausting in a new kind of way—no longer physical, but emotional.And now, for the first time in weeks, we sat around a fire without dread thick in the air. Just six of us. Allies through it all. Survivors of chaos.Ava sat bes
Ava’s POVThe morning after the final battle was a strange kind of quiet. Not silence, exactly—there were still murmurs, the crackle of the early fires, the low sobs of those mourning their fallen, and the laughter of those too happy not to laugh. It was a quiet that came after chaos, the kind that felt borrowed, fragile, as if the world was holding its breath, unsure if the war was truly over.But it was.Zerathos was gone. His shadows had dispersed, leaving behind only the smell of ash and blood.I stood at the edge of the ruins that had once been the main part of our camp, the place where strategy was whispered and sleepless nights were passed in tense silence. Now it was littered with broken weapons, scorched earth, and fat too many lifeless bodies.Kael called out names from a growing list, his voice steady despite the tremble in it. Vanessa stood beside him, her hand in his, as they honored each name with a nod and a moment of silence. Rowan knelt by the body of one of his falle
Ava’s POVLyra was a blur of shadows, her body twisting and jerking with the force of a nightmare that had fully claimed her. Her eyes were two hollow pits of blackness, her once vibrant blue eyes now lost beneath an abyss. The very air around her seemed to tremble with the power of Zerathos’ dark magic, and the wail that tore from her throat was not the sound of her voice anymore. It was something ancient, something malevolent, echoing in the very bones of the earth beneath us.Xander’s blade clashed with hers as she lunged at him again, but there was no recognition in her movements—just raw, unfiltered rage. The Lyra I knew, the sister of Rowan, the one who had laughed with me and shared secrets in the quiet corners of our kingdom, was gone.“Lyra!” Rowan screamed, his voice was raw and hoarse, breaking with the anguish of a twin who had just watched his sibling become something unrecognizable. His voice was a beacon of desperation, but it did nothing to stop the creature she had be
Ava’s POVThe ground trembled beneath our feet as Lyra's form charged toward Xander with unnatural strength, the sound of her shrieking filling the air with an unnatural, bone-chilling shrill. Her movements were too fast, too erratic, her body a twisted mockery of the sister I knew. Her eyes, once silver with kindness, now pulsed with an abyssal blackness—pools of darkness that swallowed any light. She was lost. But I refused to believe it. Not completely. Not yet.“Xander, MOVE!” I shouted, pushing myself forward, my heart hammering against my ribcage. I couldn’t lose him. Not now.Xander barely had time to react before Lyra was upon him, her blades gleaming with malice as they sliced through the air. He barely dodged, the edge of her dagger grazing his shoulder, sending a burst of pain radiating through his body. He growled, backing away, but she was relentless—her speed matched only by the cold fury in her eyes.“No!” I screamed, my voice raw with desperation, but the words were lo
Ava's pov Xander leapt first, ducking low and slashing at Vorthar’s legs. The beast snarled and turned, leaving his side open. That was my cue, I lunged, flipping through the air and slamming both daggers into his back. He screamed, bucking like a bull. I held on until he slammed into the wall, crushing me under his weight. I dropped, breath knocked out of me. But Xander was already there, slicing into Vorthar's arm, forcing him to drop me. I hit the ground and rolled, vision spinning. I’d felt pain before. But this was different. I was using too much light magic too quickly, draining faster than I could replenish. My body wasn’t healing as fast. “Ava!” Xander shouted again. “You okay?” “I’m fine,” I gritted out, but we both knew it was a lie. Vorthar was breathing heavier now. Bleeding, but not enough. “This isn’t working,” I said. “We need something stronger.” “We have something,” Xander said. “The dagger—the one blessed by the gods from the light forge. You st
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