As the radiant moon cast its luminous glow upon the cobblestone pathway leading to the grand palace, Princess Arabella arrived in a carriage adorned with cascading roses and gilded accents. The carriage, drawn by majestic steeds, moved gracefully, the gentle clip-clop of their hooves resonating in the crisp night air. "Bella! Stop fidgeting with your fingers," Gina chastised her friend gently, a playful edge to her voice. "You're making me nervous too." "I can't help it, Gina. I don't know why my heart is so restless," Arabella confessed in a hushed tone, her hand instinctively finding its place over her fluttering heart. "Don't worry! King Zephyr is going to choose you as his mate at first glance. You'll see," Gina reassured her. "And you're going to find a handsome mate too," Arabella teased, a playful grin touching her lips. The air between them was filled with a shared sense of excitement and anticipation as they indulged in whimsical chatter, weaving dreams of their future.
As soon as the door closed, Zephyr pulled Arabella into his arms, causing her to gasp. She had never been in such proximity to any male before, and it was a new and incredibly nerve-wracking experience for her. "Are you nervous?" Zephyr whispered into her ear before kissing her neck. Arabella shivered in his arms as her hands clutched his regal robe. She nodded, becoming breathless. "Don't be nervous, princess. I will always cherish and love you as my Queen," he declared before claiming her lips. As if under a spell, Arabella succumbed to the passion demonstrated by Zephyr. She couldn't discern whether she was under the influence of magic or experiencing desire. Her slender arms wrapped around his neck as she wholeheartedly accepted him as her mate and King. Zephyr effortlessly shed their clothes with a snap of his fingers. He was a powerful warlock, a master of all magic. Arabella found herself in a mystical haze as Zephyr guided her to the bed, making her lie on her back. Hove
Arabella found herself confined within the palace walls. She was restricted from venturing beyond her room whenever Alpha Alexander was present in the palace. Her freedom was tethered to his comings and goings. She could only come out of her room when he departed for work or meetings. The arrangement left her feeling like a captive in her own home. Only a few trusted servants and maids were permitted to converse with her and cater to her needs. Arabella immersed herself in books, finding solace in the escape offered by the pages. “I need the book called 'Knight of the Crimson Moon.' Have you found it?" Arabella inquired, her voice laced with frustration. She had sent the maid to fetch her favorite book, but the maid returned empty-handed. "I scoured the library thoroughly, my lady, but regrettably, it remains elusive," the maid responded cautiously. "If you wish, I can retrieve another book for you," she offered politely. "Leave it," Arabella waved her hand dismissively. "I'll find
"I haven't had the pleasure of meeting your newly wedded wife," Alexander remarked, his tone taking on a slightly accusatory edge.Zephyr paused from his work, setting down his quill pen to meet his stepbrother's gaze. "And why exactly do you wish to meet my wife?" Zephyr raised an eyebrow, curious about Alexander's sudden interest.Alexander held Zephyr's stare for a prolonged moment, trying to decipher any underlying intentions in his stepbrother's expression. "Why keep her hidden?" Alexander's frown deepened."Alexander!" Zephyr huffed, a flicker of annoyance crossing his features. "Are the females I provided for you to entertain you in your bed not sufficient that you now seek to meet my beloved wife?" He scoffed."What fack did you just say?" Alexander growled, his irritation flaring. "I was merely speaking of a formal introduction as family, and you misconstrued my intentions." His status as the Alpha King demanded respect, and he wouldn't tolerate any form of disrespect, espe
The guests stood frozen, enveloped in a silence so profound that even the faintest sound seemed to echo. Alexander's declaration had stunned them all."Mate!!!" Arabella's wolf unleashed a haunting howl, resonating with a wild fervor that echoed Alexander's proclamation. It meant only one thing."Fated mates..." The words drifted amid the astounded onlookers. "The first fated mates!" A murmur rippled through the crowd. "How... how can this be?" The disbelief in the whispered conversations was palpable."It's impossible!""She is already mated to King Zephyr!”"It must be a mistake," echoed several voices in rapid succession.Arabella and Alexander stood, equally shocked. Their wolves surged within, urging them to stake their claim, to mark each other before the assembled guests. But before they could act, Zephyr's commanding roar shattered the charged atmosphere."Arabella, regain control!" His voice thundered with urgency, attempting to rein her in as she struggled against his gra
"Thank you for coming," Alexander murmured, his unwavering gaze fixed upon his mate. He had called her to the furthest reaches of the forest, beyond the borders of Zephyr’s kingdom. Beside them, the river flowed gently, the sun casting its final hues across the horizon, heralding the impending dusk. "I... I had to come, but please, let's talk first," Arabella whispered, her voice laced with nervousness as her hands found support upon his broad shoulders. Each touch was akin to brushing against a blaze; a forbidden heat coursed through her, delivering a sensation that brought her more pleasure than pain. "Alright," he responded firmly, his stare unyielding upon her. "Um, could you... please release me and maintain some distance?" Arabella attempted to squirm out of his embrace. "Why? We can still converse like this," he rebuffed, refusing to relinquish his hold. "But... it's wrong," she gasped, her breaths growing more labored. "No, it isn't. You are my mate," he growled, his voic
Arabella’s alluring form lying on the foliage bed was the most erotic sight Alexander had ever seen in his life. Her soft breathing, hooded eyes, and parted lips were so inviting that even a stone heart would have melted and given in to her enchantment. The foliage bed was woven from the softest, most fragrant leaves, delicately intertwined with supple vines, creating a haven nestled within a lush garden. The leaves, pliant and fresh, offered a cushiony yet firm support, while the vines, intertwined like a lover's embrace, provided a sense of security and warmth. As the sun began to set and moonlight danced upon this verdant haven, the whole of nature seemed to witness the union of these two lovers. The scent of Arabella’s arousal filled the air, triggering Alexander's wolf to howl, eager to take control and mate with his destined mate. Alexander observed as Arabella’s back arched on the bed. Her toes curled and her hooded eyes fixed on him, showing the want and lust in them. Her lip
A few hours earlier…When Zephyr summoned the warlock God and stated his request, he asked for an irreversible curse.“I want to cast a curse on my stepbrother, Alpha King Alexander, so that he could never find his mate, nor could his mate sense a bond with him. This curse must persist through all his future lives,” Zephyr described with determination.“Are you absolutely certain? Once granted, this wish cannot be undone,” cautioned the Warlock God, Zythorath.“I never want it reversed,” Zephyr gritted his teeth, consumed by hatred.“Very well, I shall grant your wish and cast a curse upon Alexander's mate bond. Your stepbrother, Alpha Alexander, will never sense a mate, and his mate will be unable to sense him. This curse shall endure across his lifetimes,” declared the Warlock God, Zythorath.Suddenly, the weather changed; thunder roared and lightning crackled across the sky above them. A bolt of lightning struck the secret chamber where they were conversing. Everything in the room
I gasped, my breath hitching in shock. My eyes darted to Zander, but he remained eerily calm, unaffected by the demon’s taunts.“If you had just accepted my terms, I wouldn’t have had to go this far,” the demon sneered. “I wouldn’t have had to destroy your people, enslave your shadows, and turn everything in my favor. Now, you’re all nothing but my slaves for the rest of your pathetic lives.” His eyes darkened with cruel delight as he added, “And the Ancient Wolf will be mine.”Then, his gaze snapped to me, and his filthy grin widened. “The only thing that remains the same,” he spat, “is that Selena still dies.”“You can dream, demon,” Zander said with a soft, knowing smile before turning to face me. His eyes held a mixture of determination and sorrow, making my heart clench.“This is the only way to stop him, mate,” he whispered, his voice laced with finality. “Always remember, I love you.”Confusion twisted inside me. “What are you—”Before I could finish my sentence, Zander’s voice
“She’s a traitor too!” the man who looked exactly like Zander shouted.Before I could even process what was happening, Maddox stepped forward, flanked by two guards.“You’re under our custody,” they declared, raising their weapons at me.Shock crashed over me like a tidal wave. Maddox? Betraying Zander? But before I could react, they shoved me toward Zander. I didn’t resist—I wanted to be close to him.“What’s going on, Zander?” I demanded, my voice laced with confusion and fear.“Oh, Selena… why did you come here?” he groaned, his voice thick with anguish, his face filled with helplessness.“Well, well,” the imposter drawled, finally catching my full attention.The Dark Alpha.I narrowed my eyes at him, my stomach twisting in disgust. I knew exactly who he was.“I was waiting for you, mate,” he said smoothly.Even though his voice sounded exactly like Zander’s, it made my skin crawl.“I am not your mate!” I bellowed.He chuckled, shaking his head. “Feisty, huh?”I turned to the counc
Four months had passed, and the world had gradually settled back into its natural rhythm. The catastrophe had been averted, and peace now stretched across the realms, restoring balance to the universe.I remained in the Lunar Realm with Zander and Austin, embracing the destiny that had been chosen for me. Austin had now remembered everything as the spell was broken and he now thrived under the love and attention he received as the prince of the Lunar Realm. The people had accepted Zander as my mate and husband, granting him the same respect they showed me.Despite his responsibilities as Alpha King, Zander traveled between his pack and the Lunar Realm daily. I had voiced my concerns, telling him it was risky to shift between realms so frequently, but he had only smiled and said, "For me, it's just like commuting to work."I couldn’t deny how much I cherished his presence, so I let him make the choice.On days when he had to stay in his pack longer, I accompanied him, ensuring that our
As my heart sank, the lava began to recede, shrinking its perimeter and retreating on its own. The ominous red moons grew smaller, drifting farther away with each passing second. The sacrifice had worked—the prophecy was fulfilled.“Let’s go from here,” the Moon Goddess said, her grip tightening around my hand.“What will happen to the Dark Realm?” God Pyrrhos asked.“The Almighty will assign it to another deity, appointing a new god of destruction,” Goddess Sylvara informed, and the Moon Goddess nodded in agreement.With that, we left the Dark Realm, but my eyes lingered on the spot where my mother had made the ultimate sacrifice to save the universe.I found myself back in the Lunar Realm. The sky had now returned to normal, and the three red moons were nowhere to be seen.“Selena,” the Moon Goddess said, her voice gentle yet firm. “I now entrust you with the Lunar Realm. It is yours to protect and nurture.”“But Goddess, how will I do it alone without the High Priestess?” I asked,
God Pyrrhos swung his hands aggressively, and the men performing the ritual were hurled through the air, crashing into the far corners of the field.The moment their chanting ceased, I felt Arena surge back into me, our bond reforging like an unbreakable chain. She howled in my mind, her fury mirroring my own.Kaelvor snarled, his hands emanating thick black smoke, ready to strike. “What are you all doing in my realm?” he growled, his voice laced with venom.“I should never have trusted you, Kaelvor,” my mother seethed, her body trembling with fury as she stepped toward me. She knelt, helping me to my feet, her warmth grounding me amidst the chaos.Kaelvor let out a mocking laugh, his crimson eyes gleaming with amusement. “And yet, you were fool enough to do so.”“My mother is no fool!” I roared, my voice ringing through the open field.She wasn’t a fool—she was a mother willing to defy fate itself to save her daughter from prophecy.“But you are foolish enough to believe you could co
"No!" I screamed, my voice raw with agony. The pain of being torn from Arena was unbearable, searing through me like fire, both physically and emotionally. My soul felt as if it were being ripped apart. Breathing heavily, I fell to my knees as my vision blurred."Stop this right now!" I yelled, struggling against the invisible force holding me in place. But the chanting only grew louder, their dark ritual continuing without pause.Kaelvor watched with eerie detachment, his expression almost bored. "Just a few more minutes, Selena," he said carelessly, as if my suffering was nothing more than an inconvenience. "Then you’ll be free from this pain."That evil god!"You... you will regret this, Kaelvor," I snarled, my voice hoarse from screaming. Arena whimpered in my mind, her pain echoing mine.Kaelvor let out a low, amused chuckle. "Ah? And who will make me regret it?" His golden eyes gleamed with cruel delight. "You?" He shook his head, lips curling into a wicked grin. "Your world wil
God Kaelvor took me to the Dark Realm with him, and the journey itself was an experience beyond imagination. His realm-traveling ship was unlike anything I had ever seen—crafted from gleaming obsidian and etched with silver runes that pulsed with a faint, rhythmic glow. The air inside was thick with power, a hum of energy that sent shivers down my spine.As we entered the dark realm, I braced myself for an endless void, for a world without light. But instead, we were greeted by a strange sight—there was illumination here, a soft glow from the swirling skies above that bathed the land in hues of violet and deep red. The terrain was rich with bizarre, otherworldly flora that seemed to thrive in the strange light. It wasn’t a barren wasteland, as I’d imagined, but a place that seemed... too alive.The people who walked the cobblestone streets looked anything but normal. They moved with mechanical precision, eyes fixed forward, faces cold and emotionless, as though bound by some unseen fo
"King Jasper," I murmured, keeping my gaze steady. "What are you going to do with the golden trident?" I asked, trying to read his expression.His face remained unreadable, but his grip on the trident tightened. "This weapon holds immense power," he said. "It can also possess whoever wields it, turning them into its slave. Keeping it in my possession would be too dangerous."I frowned. "Then what do you plan to do?""I can’t just leave it behind for another power-hungry monster to find," Jasper continued. "So I’ve decided to destroy it, rendering it useless. That way, its power will be absorbed back into the universe, never to be claimed again."Hearing his decision, I finally felt at ease. It reassured me that Jasper truly wanted peace among shifters and the entire paranormal world.Jasper placed the trident on the ground and instructed, “Take a few steps back.” We did as he said.He then chanted something in a hushed voice before raising his staff. A beam of light shot out, collidi
I looked around, my gaze sweeping over Alpha Albert, Cassandra, and Oliver. They stood beside Damon, their expressions unreadable—but not surprised. So Selena was right. They had been waiting for us to split up, hoping to take advantage and defeat us separately.I let out a low chuckle, my eyes locking onto Damon. “I also didn’t expect you to be hiding like a coward,” I taunted, a smirk curling at my lips. “The great ancient Warlock King—turns out he’s nothing but a weakling.”Damon’s eyes flared with fury as he slammed his golden trident against the cave floor, the impact sending a faint tremor through the ground. “Shut up!” he snarled. “I’m not a coward! I was waiting for the right moment.”“Whatever!” I snorted, my gaze flicking to his so-called army. “Yet here I am, alone, standing right in front of you in your own little domain—and you still need your pathetic lackeys to face me.”“We’ll see who’s pathetic,” Damon sneered, lifting his trident, ready to strike. But when I didn’t m