The night the Crown Pack invades, Emereah Blade’s world is obliterated. Once the proud princess of the Crescent Silver Moon Fang Pack, she watches in horror as her father—the Alpha King—is slaughtered before her eyes, his lifeblood staining the throne he once ruled. Her people are shackled, reduced to little more than pawns in a war they never saw coming. Emereah, the daughter of a fallen king, is marked not as royalty but as a slave. Emereah is no ordinary captive. Her beauty is both a curse and a weapon—goddess-like, ethereal, and capable of bringing even the strongest men to their knees. It is that very beauty that captures the attention of Vladimir Crown, heir to the Red Crescent Moon Pack—a man who is ruthless and untouchable, as dangerous as he is devastatingly handsome. Stripped of everything, Emereah burns with the fire of vengeance. But fate is a cruel puppeteer, twisting her path in ways she never imagined. Vladimir, drawn to the defiant fire in her eyes, claims her as his personal servant—a choice that sends shockwaves through the pack and awakens a storm of fury in his future Luna, Alexandria Reeve. The throne is her destiny, and Vladimir is hers. Yet as she watches his gaze linger too long on the woman who should be beneath him, jealousy twists into something far darker. Emereah battles the impossible: a dangerous attraction to the very man she should despise, rivalry that could cost her life, and a hunger for vengeance that refuses to die. When love and hatred blur, when desire and destruction entwine, and when the ghosts of the past rise demanding justice, will Emereah rise from the ashes and reclaim her destiny? Or will she be consumed by the very forces that seek to own her?
View More"You should have let me." Her breath was barely audible, but the effect was one of a hurricane. "You should have let me die with my pack."Vladimir came to an instant stop.Then—He laughed.Low. Deadly.Mocking."You think death would be a mercy?" he breathed. "Oh, little one… death would be too gentle."She withdrew her face, revulsion churning in her belly."Then kill me." She said more loudly this time.His fingers trailed down the side of her throat, mapping the shallow pulse beneath."No."Her cry was frozen in her throat."No?" she echoed, icy.His smile widened."You will live, Emereah." His hand descended, halting just above her heart. "You will live long enough to break."Her breast rose up sharply, a glimpse of fear in her eyes."You want me to hurt," she told him. It was not a question.Vladimir moved closer, close enough that his breath rustled against the bend of her ear."I want you to know what it is to have nothing… and still be forced to live."She shivered."I want
The Next Morning – Vladimir's ChambersEmereah stood stiff at the border of the grand window, watching the sun rise in the morning over the cold, bitter fields of the Red Crescent Moon Pack.She could still feel the burn on her cheek where Alexandria had struck her.She could still feel the heat of Vladimir's hand, the way he had possessed her in silence.Damn him.She hated the way Vladimir made her feel.And yet, here Emereah was.Because the Alpha had summoned her.The doors opened behind her, and she didn't even glance back because his presence permeated the room like a tempest."Come here."His voice was low and commanding.Her fingers curled into fists. She ought to fight. She ought to fight him.But she turned.And there he was.But she lived.Still unbroken.The cell door slammed open.A wave of cold air and danger swept in as Alexandria came in, her high heels clicking on the stone. The other slaves cowered, huddling along the walls as Alexandria's cold gaze swept the room.
Emereah's dry throat ached at the sight.Her body begged for respite.But she did not stir.She did not trust him.Vladimir smiled. "What? You think I would poison you? If I wanted you dead, you would be."Her fingers curled into the sheets."Then why am I here?"His face grew stern."Because you're not permitted to die yet Emereah."Vladimir bent over her, his warm breath on her cheek."Not until I decide so."Emereah's heart pounded against her ribs.She loathed him.Loathed his strength, his sadism—the fact that he toyed with her pain as if it were some ghastly amusement.And yet—She was still present.Still a captive.Still a prisoner of his mercy.Temporarily.Tears disfigured the bruised faces of those who still referred to her as their Luna.But Emereah—She could not maintain her grip."I don't deserve to be your Luna."Her words trembled, barely a whisper.The slaves tensed."I don't deserve your devotion."Emereah curled her fists, her nails clawing deep into the bruised sk
The command sent a shivering chill through every person in the room.The servants hesitated, their eyes darting toward Emereah with silent pleas for mercy.One of them—the oldest, a woman who had served Emereah's family since she was a child—fell to her knees."Alpha, please—"Vladimir's glare snapped to her, and she ceased speaking immediately.The nobles watched, entertained, some sipping their wine as if it were a play."Do not test my patience," Vladimir commanded.The guards stepped forward, Emereah in their grasp by the arms.They dragged her to her feet, the golden shackles ringing against the marble floor.Her body protested. Pain tightened every movement, but she did not scream.This is what he wants.For her to beg.To break.To kneel at his feet and submit.But she would rather die.As they pulled her away, she shifted her head slightly—just enough to catch Vladimir's eye.Her silver blaze merged with his golden rage.And she smiled.It was thin, scarcely noticeable.But he
Alexandria inhaled sharply, trembling with anger. "You—""You’re dismissed, Alexandria."Silence.Thick. Suffocating.Alexandria’s face drained of color."You… are sending me away?"Vladimir did not blink. "Isn't that what 'dismissed' is, Alexandria?" He sounded cutting. Alexandria's heart was racing in her chest, her anxiety simmering out of control. She knew the seriousness of his words.He was making a mockery of her. In public.Her fists balled, nails biting into her own flesh."Fine," she growled, shaking with repressed rage. "Enjoy your new little plaything for as long as it lasts, Vladimir."And then—she turned, striding away, her anger poisoning the air that clung to her.But as she departed…Her anger seethed.This was far from over.Not even close.Emereah would be punished.Vladimir would regret this.And when Alexandria lashed out again…She would ensure there would be no going back.The ringing of chains against the extremely highly polished marble floor was deafening ami
Vladimir's chest was smooth and still glistening from his morning bath. He regarded Emereah with piercing golden eyes, as if a predator observing its prey. A loose silk robe draped over his shoulders, barely concealing his muscular, scarred body beneath.He was beautiful.And he was the devil.He smirked. “You’re staring.”Her jaw clenched. “You’re in my way.”His chuckle was dark, teasing. “Am I?”She tried to step around him.He blocked her.She scowled. “Move.”“Make me.”Her breath hitched.The air between them was thick—hazardous.Then, his hand extended.Fingertips tracing across her bandaged shoulder.She spat at touch, pain and something else distorting in her chest.He moved closer in, voice as smooth as the night. "Does it still hurt?"She bit her lip, not answering.His fingers traced the cloth softly, his touch too soft.And then—Vladimir tore the cloth away, exposing her shoulder.Emereah gasped, whirling to glare at him. "What the hell are you—""Looking."She stood up
Meanwhile.The walls of the great hall trembled in fury.Alexandria slammed into Vladimir's quarters, black eyes blazing with uncontrolled anger. The door slammed shut behind her, but Vladimir did not stir from where he stood beside the window, a glass of dark liquid churning in his hand."You sent her medicine?" Alexandria spat.Vladimir did not glance at her. He drank slowly instead, going out of his way to ignore her.That just angered her more.She took three hard steps through the room, grasping his arm and forcing him to stand before her."Answer me, Vladimir!"He turned his eyes to hers at last, golden eyes cold and unyielding.And then—he smiled.A slow, lazy, infuriating arrogant smile."You are upset." His voice was low, provocative.Alexandria's nails dug into his wrist. "You gave that slave mercy. Why?"Vladimir chuckled.A rich, dark sound.He laid his glass on the table beside him and leaned back on the balls of his feet, eyeing her. "You believe a little bit of medicine
Emereah leaned forward a small distance, lips against the ear of the man beside her as she breathed a soft reply, "Then do it." Tension stiffened his body. For a moment, his control cracked. And then—a slow, dark laugh. Sinister. "You are playing a very, very dangerous game, little wolf." Emereah smiled. "Then play with me." His eyes darkened. A cruel, unbearable silence bloomed between them. Then, without notice, he let her go. The sudden loss of his touch sent her stumbling, but she refused to give way to weakness. She stood tall, chest rising and falling from the tension still heavy between them. Vladimir simply regarded her, his face unreadable once again. "You mistake my patience for kindness," he breathed, taking a slow step back."But don't worry, Emereah. I'll remind you what pain truly feels like." He turned, walking for the door. As he departed, he caught her eye over his shoulder."Enjoy your last few nights of rebellion, princess." A smirk. "Because once I'm done with you…
Later.The Alpha's QuartersThe room was cold, large, and confining. It was nothing like the warm rooms she'd grown up in. Now, she was in her enemy's den.Vladimir stood by the fireplace, his back to her, exuding dominance without ever saying a word.Emereah sat on the cold stone floor, wrists still bound, seething at him.Finally, he spoke."Do you know why you're still alive?"She didn't answer.Vladimir turned, taking slow, deliberate steps towards her."You think it's because of your beauty?" he mused. "That I want you for myself?" He laughed, shaking his head. "I do not care for such petty things."Emereah swallowed the lump in her throat. Then why? Why keep her alive?He dropped down, reaching out—his fingers tracing her jaw, lifting her chin."You will break," he said, voice soft but lethal. "But I will choose when."Her heart pounded."And if I don't?" she whispered.His smirk was nothing more than cruelty."Then I will enjoy watching you suffer."Silence between them. A battl
The wind reeked of victory and defiance. The once-great Crescent Silver Moon Fang Pack was nothing more than ashes and memories of the past. The Red Crescent Moon Pack's banners waved over the conquered territory, their soldiers standing victorious over the broken bodies of the defeated. The moon, high and unconcerned, watched as the carnage unfolded.In the heart of the battlefield, the whole of the Crescent Silver Moon Pack—those who survived—knelt before their new masters. Some silently wept, others shook, their bodies battered and grimed with dirt. But among them, one did not cower.Emereah Blade, daughter of the fallen Alpha King, refused to bend her head.Her silver eyes, once a sign of nobility, now blazed with defiance. Her breathing was harsh, her clothes ripped, her body screaming in agony at the new slave mark burned into her neck. But she stood strong, her hands curled into fists at her sides.She could still hear the echoes of her father's final roar, the keen steel of en...
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