LOGINLillias, the last living heir of the ancient Scottish wolf royalty, has spent her life under the shadow of duty and tradition. Her lineage carries not only power but also a curse: a prophecy that foretells her bloodline’s eventual downfall if she fails to fulfill her role. But her heart yearns for freedom, and her wolf spirit aches for a mate. When she crosses paths with Alpha Silas—an enigmatic, battle-scarred leader of a powerful rogue pack—their connection is instant and undeniable. But Silas carries his own burdens. His pack was cursed by the Sun God, leaving him haunted by guilt, loss, and a destiny he can’t escape. Bound together by the pull of the Moon Goddess’s will, Lillias and Silas soon realize their fates are interwoven far beyond the bond of mates. They must uncover the secrets of an ancient feud between the Moon Goddess and the Sun God, whose divine quarrels threaten to tear apart not only their union but the very fabric of their world. As old prophecies resurface and enemies emerge from the shadows, Lillias and Silas must decide: will they defy the gods for their love, or will they be pawns in a celestial game they can never hope to win?
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Before there were wolves, there were gods. The Moon Goddess, Selene, and the Sun God, Solas, were lovers born of light and shadow. Selene ruled the night, her silver light caressing the earth, bringing calm and balance. Solas commanded the day, his fiery rays giving life and vitality. Together, they created harmony. Their love was said to be eternal, as constant as the cycle of day and night. But eternity has a way of unraveling even the strongest of bonds. Selene, ever nurturing, poured her love into the creatures of the night. From her tears and moonlight, she created wolves, beings of strength and loyalty, who thrived under her gentle gaze. These wolves carried a piece of Selene’s soul, their hearts bound to her light and her wisdom. She blessed them with the ability to find their mates, the one soul that would complete them, ensuring her creations would never walk alone. Solas watched her work, first with pride, then with jealousy. The wolves adored Selene, howling their devotion under her moonlit skies. Solas’s creations, fierce creatures of the day, were strong but wild, untamed by his burning touch. While Selene’s wolves thrived in packs, bound by love and loyalty, Solas’s creations wandered alone, their hearts unanchored. “Why must you give them everything?” Solas demanded one night as he watched her shape her children from the stardust. “They worship you as if you are all they need.” “They do not worship me,” Selene replied, her voice soft but resolute. “They love because I have taught them to. They find strength in one another because I have shown them how. If you wish your creations to follow you, teach them as I have taught mine.” But Solas could not. His fire burned too fiercely, his pride too vast. In his envy, Solas cursed Selene’s wolves. “I will split their souls,” he declared, his voice thundering across the heavens. “They will wander the earth incomplete, always searching, always aching for what they cannot have.” Selene, heartbroken but unyielding, countered his curse with a blessing of her own. “They will find their missing halves,” she said, her voice like a lullaby carried on the wind. “The pull of their mates will be stronger than any curse, and my light will guide them to one another. You may wound them, but I will make them whole.” The wolves, caught in the crossfire of divine jealousy, became creatures of both love and longing. Their souls were bound to one another, and their hearts were forged in the fire of Solas’s curse and the light of Selene’s blessing. But Solas’s fury did not end there. He sought to destroy Selene’s creations entirely, waging war against her wolves and the night itself. The feud between the gods spilled into the mortal realm, shaping the destinies of all who lived under the sun and moon. Generations passed, and the wolves became legends, their ties to the gods fading into myth. But the war between Solas and Selene raged on, their power rippling through the lives of their children. At the heart of this divine conflict lies a prophecy. It is said that a wolf of royal blood, descended from Selene’s own lineage, will one day rise to end the war between the gods. This wolf will bear the mark of the Moon Goddess, her soul entwined with the fate of all wolves. But the Sun God will not let her destiny unfold without a fight. He will send his shadows to destroy her, to extinguish Selene’s light once and for all. Now, the time of the prophecy draws near. In the far reaches of the Scottish Highlands, a young wolf princess named Lillias MacCrae feels the pull of fate tugging at her soul. Born with the deep purple eyes of the Moon Goddess’s blessing, Lillias has always known she is different. She is bound by duty to her pack, a royal lineage that ties her to the divine. But her heart yearns for freedom, for love, for something more than the life she has been promised. Unbeknownst to her, the Sun God watches, waiting for his chance to strike. He has chosen his weapon—a cursed Alpha, a wolf haunted by fire and shadows. This Alpha walks a dangerous path, his heart hardened by loss and betrayal. But even he cannot escape the will of the gods. Their fates are bound, as are their hearts. The Alpha’s Princess and the rogue wolf are destined to collide, their union sparking a chain of events that will change the balance of power forever. The Moon Goddess watches, her light unwavering. The Sun God burns, his vengeance eternal. And the wolves, caught in the middle, howl to the heavens for salvation. This is their story. The story of love forged in divine fire, of destiny and rebellion, of a bond strong enough to defy the gods themselves. It begins, as all stories do, with a choice. Will they rise together—or fall alone?I'm currently refusing to write anymore on this until goodnovel revised some of the chapters that have NOT been revised yet, as to new readers this no longer makes sense, as a new author at the time, I did not have any of my work backed up, which i have now done. I am very willing to move this story to another platform if needs be. so sorry about this
Chapter 30: The Weight of LossLillias’s POVThe battlefield was silent now, save for the occasional groan of the injured and the whisper of the wind through the broken trees. The ground was soaked with blood, the once-vibrant greens and browns of the forest now painted in crimson. The air was thick with the metallic tang of death, a scent I would never forget.The rogues were gone—those who hadn’t fallen had fled into the night, but victory brought no relief. My body ached with exhaustion, and my mind felt numb as I surveyed the aftermath. Warriors moved among the dead and wounded, some helping comrades to their feet, others retrieving the fallen.And then there was him.My father.He lay where he had fallen, his strong, proud body now still, lifeless. I knelt beside him, my knees sinking into the blood-soaked ground as my trembling hands reached out to touch his face. It was still warm, though his skin was pale, his features peaceful.“Father,” I whispered, my voice barely audible.
Chapter 29: The Last Stand Alpha Callum’s POV The air was thick with the scent of smoke and blood as I stood on the battlefield, my mind racing, my body burning from the brutal fight. My pack was scattered around me, fighting with every ounce of strength they had left. The rogues were relentless, overwhelming in their numbers, and despite our best efforts, we were losing ground. The chaos of battle swirled around me—shouting warriors, the clash of metal, and the earth beneath me shaking with each strike. My wolves—my pack—had fought valiantly, and I had led them with all my strength. But now, I was failing. My vision blurred, and I staggered, feeling the burn of exhaustion creeping through me. A rogue Alpha’s blade had found its mark, and blood poured from the wound in my side, the world around me spinning. I collapsed to my knees, the ground hard beneath me. My strength was waning, and with it, my grip on reality. I could feel my body growing cold, each breath more labored than th
Chapter 28: The Price of VictoryLillias’ POVThe battlefield had fallen silent, save for the labored breaths of the wounded and the soft whimpers of the survivors. It was a fragile peace, one that had been earned through bloodshed. The scent of blood hung thick in the air, mingling with the burnt earth and the faint traces of smoke still curling up from the remnants of destroyed homes. Victory had come at a great cost.The rogue Alpha, once so powerful and defiant, lay crumpled at my feet, his body broken and lifeless. His pack was scattered, decimated by the ferocity of our fight. The moment the last of them had fallen, the battlefield shifted into a painful quiet. Wolves on both sides were either dead or wounded, and now, we were left to pick up the pieces.I stood over the rogue Alpha, my claws still extended, my breath coming in short, sharp gasps. There was power in me—more than I had ever imagined—but the victory felt empty. My pack, the wolves who had followed me into battle,






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