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 moreThe palace hall torches swayed in the windless air, their dark shadows moving upon the walls of stone. Alexandria's bare feet skimmed the cold floor with every wary step. Her breathing sparse, her racing heart thundering like a war drum within her breast. The pilfered guard's hood hid over her lean figure, cloaking the rent pieces of the dungeon uniform.Every sound vibrated too loudly—the groan of her joints, the quiet rustle of fabric, the biting zip of the stolen dagger on her leg."This building has not changed," she muttered to herself, running her hands over the ornate wall carvings. "Still wearing finery to conceal the stench of decay below."She crept down a tight corridor, her senses tingling for any sign of motion. Then, suddenly—Footsteps.Two guards.Too near.She poked herself into the corner as they took the turn, their voices low.".Did you hear about the Luna?" one of them breathed."She fell again this morning," another said. "He says it's the memories. They're start
The silence returned after Emereah disappeared—but Alexandria's heart didn't.It was the bolting, bellowing, snapping against her ribs as if that was a battle drum. Her hands were shaking now while they were clenched into fists, cuffs digging into her wrists. Just for a moment that awful desperation of the dungeon did not seem so real; the chains became gossamer.She came.She listened.There was still time.But not enough.Tomorrow, the Moon Eclipse would bind Emereah to Vladimir in a ceremony as ancient as the earth—one that gnawed not merely on flesh, but on soul. If it worked, Emereah's doubt would die. Her memories would fade. Her defiance would be ash in her teeth. Alexandria paced what little space she had. Every step was a storm of tension. Her thoughts sharpened, cold and lightning-fast.I have to escape. Tonight. Before the ritual.She rested her head on the wall.More steps of the guards these days—she'd riled up a hornet's nest with speaking to Emereah. She could feel it.
The smell of mildew hung around the lower cells like festering skin, choking in the manner only darkness was capable of. Alexandria sat chained to the stone table, her wrists raw from the iron shackles, but her back straight, her golden eyes wide open in spite of the pitch blackness around her. Her mind wasn't here—not quite. It was upstairs, in that great hall Vladimir had debased, with the woman she had once raised as a sister. Her Emereah."She's still in there," Alexandria breathed into the shadows. "And I'll get to her. Even if I have to raze the whole fortress to reach her."A noise—a light tapping—ran down the hallway.Her breathing froze.Footsteps. Soft. Light.Too light to be one of Vladimir's brutes.Too cautious to be chance.She leaned forward, heart pounding now. And then—there it was. A sliver of pale light cut through the bars. A face. Shadowed, hesitant.And familiar."Emereah," Alexandria breathed.The figure froze.“Who told you my name?” came the cautious reply, low
Wet, cold stone walls in the back of Alexandria as she leaned up against the earth, wrists trapped in metal cuffs. The condescending elders, ex-prisoners, sat stiff and unbroken, faces furrowed with weariness and fury."This is madness," one of them growled, breaking the silence. "How did this come about? How did we let him seize power so effortlessly?"Alexandria smiled, a cold, cruel smile, and shook her head. "Because you all underestimated him." Her eyes blazed with barely contained rage. "You thought Vladimir still the boy who craved your approval. But he isn't. He is a tyrant now, and you made him king."One of the older men, a silver-haired old man with fierce eyes, gasped for breath. "And what do we do, Alexandria? We're in a helpless dungeon. He's got Emereah in his clutches, the pack under his command, and we're at his mercy."Alexandria curled her lips into a sneer."And you're telling me to simply sit here while it happens?" She was close already, voice cold but deadly. "V
Vladimir was heaving, his huge frame now trembling with fury and anger. "You are making a mistake," he growled. "All of you. I will show you that I'm the Alpha, and you all will listen to me."But Alexandria didn't flinch. She remained stationary, every statement she makes now laced with fact. "You have no dominance left. The pack will never listen to you."Her words hung in the air, and for a moment, Vladimir was immobilized. His gold-specked eyes fixed her, the anger in them dissolving into something uglier, something colder. He was losing, and the pain seared hotter than any punch could ever possibly. "You think you can just walk away from me?" Vladimir snarled, his voice threatening. "I'm not finished."But Alexandria was ready. She moved forward, her voice solid and unyielding. "You are finished. The pack has spoken."With guards and elders around, there could no longer be any doubt as to who was in charge. It was not Vladimir. Never had been.Vladimir's body trembled with fury,
Vladimir’s golden eyes flickered, but he quickly regained his composure. His lips curled into a mocking smile, a thin veil over his rising fury. He turned toward Alexandria’s father, his voice now laced with venom."Good thing you’re here, then," Vladimir said, his tone now cold and calculated. "I hereby denounce Alexandria as my mate. She is no longer of any use to me."The words arrived in Alexandria like a slap in the face. Her mind reeled, shattered by her heart as it struggled to absorb the enormity of his words. The cruel nastiness of rejection, of completeness—never loved. Always power. Everything about control.Now, publicly for all to see, before the entire membership of the council, he cast her aside like common garbage."Basha, coward." Alexandria snarled, her voice heavy with pain at having been betrayed. "Do you think that you can abandon me like a broken toy? You have taken a deadly risk."But Vladimir did not look her way either. His eyes were on Emereah, whose magic sti
Alexandria was the first to sense the shift. The air was filled with tension that had not yet been released, the way the air is just before a storm. She saw Vladimir's body language shift slightly. His previously impenetrable confidence—his control—seemed to crack. He was losing his hold. And she was only just starting to see the cracks in his armor.Her lips curled up into a small, smug smile as she crept closer. She moved deliberately, every step calculated to push him back into the corner, a corner in which his arrogance and pride would cease to be defenses.Vladimir's golden eyes—eyes which had once held the entire pack in their pocket—glowed with uncertainty as he looked at Emereah, who stood frozen in the center of the room, trembling hands. She had just released her power—power that had been building up inside of her for so many years. It was raw and untrained. And the power that had been locked up was now loose.Reality hit him hard. Vladimir's grip on Emereah was weakening, un
One of the council members, a hard-bitten soldier with battle-scars on his face, leaned forward. "And what are you having us do, Alexandria? Deny an Alpha based on no facts but your wounded pride?"She bashed her hand down on the table. "My pride?" She talked with the icy edge of a knife amidst the din. "This is not about me! This is the future of our pack that is being put on the line! If Vladimir can break a blood bond without consequences, what will he destroy next? If he can trade away a Luna for a slave, how does that reflect on our traditions? Our strength?"The Elder's fingers pounded on the tabletop. "You want war."She glared back at him without blinking. "I want justice."There was a pause of a heartbeat. Then the Elder stepped away from the chair, releasing a deep sigh. "Vladimir has been a good leader. His leadership has not been without its successes."Alexandria's fingers curled into fists. "His leadership has also been founded upon lies."One of the combatants smiled. "Y
Alexandria stood in front of her bedroom mirror, wiping a cloth with her split lip. Blood was in her mouth, the metallic taste of her battle with Vladimir. Her ribs ached where he had punched her, but ached the most was her pride.Vladimir thought he had won.But he had just made a fatal mistake.And she would make him pay.She spun when the door creaked open. One of her father's guards entered, dipping his head."The Elder summons you," he said.Alexandria breathed, dipping her head. "It's time."She threw a black cloak over her shoulders, covering bruises on her arms, and followed the guard through the darkness of the Elder's keep.Tonight, it would occur. The council chamber was cold and quiet. Dozens of elder wolves formed a half-circle, their faces thrown into shadow by flickering torchlight. At the center, her father—the Elder—sat unmoving, his face impassive as he regarded her coming."Alexandria," he said, voice heavy with the gravity of authority. "You called this conclave. S
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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