Elara has spent her life as an outcast. Marked by a half-moon birthmark and whispered to be cursed, she has known nothing but isolation in the Grimshade Pack. When her fated mate rejects her—only to die soon after—the rumors of her misfortune spiral out of control. Then, in an unexpected twist, Alpha Andrew of the Salientmoon Pack claims her as his mate. Ruthless and feared, Andrew is known for his icy heart and the dark whispers that surround him. His offer isn’t born from love—it’s a calculated move in a brewing war. But as Elara is pulled into his world, she begins to wonder: is she truly cursed, or is there more to her fate than she ever imagined? And beneath Andrew’s cold exterior, does a heart beat that just might shatter the chains binding them both?
Lihat lebih banyakElara POVDorian staggered back. I'm sure he didn't anticipate that move. Did he really think I was going to soak up all his words and leave just like that?Did he really think I was some dumb fool?For the first time, his face twisted in something that almost looked like shock. His shadows flickered, unstable, the thick, oppressive weight of his power suddenly less.My energy pulsed again, silver light pushing outward like ripples in a storm. The air between us cracked, charged with something beyond my understanding.And then, just like that, the grip of his power broke. I wasn't sure what I was doing but one thing I knew was: I tried to push his power back and it worked.Dorian took another step back, his lips parting slightly, as if tasting the change in the air. His smirk returned, but it was thinner now, tighter.“Well,” he murmured, brushing invisible dust off his sleeve. “That was… unexpected.”Just as I thought, he actually took me to be a dumb person. After all the shit he ha
Andrew's POVPain blurred the edges of my vision, but I forced my eyes to stay open. I couldn’t afford to slip into the darkness. Not now.This was probably the most important part of this fight. If I allowed myself to fall into the darkness, I was potentially setting myself to accept whatever happens and I didn't want that.Not when Elara was standing in front of me, her silver energy clashing with Dorian’s creeping shadows.Not when everything was hanging by a thread. Where things could tip on either side of the scale. This is the first time since Elara was possessed that I've seen her use her power to this extent.But instead of attacking, Dorian lowered his hand. The dark energy coiling around his fingers shrank back, dissipating like smoke in the wind. He tilted his head, considering Elara the way a predator considers prey it has no intention of killing—yet.This scared me for a bit. What could he be planning?He smiled. Not with amusement but with certainty. The type I knew tha
Andrew's POVPain. It was the first thing I registered when I came back to myself. A slow, burning agony spreading through my body like molten iron. Especially the pain on my side.My face was facing up at the dark sky which was more bluish-black than full on black; hinting at dawn.The second thing I noticed was the power. I turned to my side where I felt it coming directly from.I knew who it belonged to even before I saw who it was emitting from. I have had a not pleasant encounter with it.Elara’s power. For a moment I wanted to bolt to my feet but the mind numbing pain made me incapable of moving a muscle.The last time she let loose like this, she nearly killed me and everything around us. But after a moment, I noticed there was something different about this one. Opening my eyes more, I took a better look at Elara. The dark energy around her from that day was not present. She was the one in control and not some other being. And her power was clean and certainly not tainted.
Elara's POVAndrew’s breathing was too shallow. The moment Dorian had ordered that his men finish Andrew, I rushed back to his side.I wanted to be sure he hadn't died before this fuckers had the chance to try. His skin had lost all its warmth, he was getting cold, his pulse barely there beneath my trembling fingers. I pressed my hands against the wound, but the blood wouldn't stop, wouldn't slow, wouldn’t—No.This wasn’t how it ended. It couldn’t be how it ended. I won't let it end this way. If I let this Dorian do what he liked, it would set the tone for how the future was going to be.Dorian’s words still echoed in the air. Finish him.Like hell I would let that happen. I snapped my head up. The rogues hesitated, their eyes darting between me and Andrew like they weren’t sure if they should obey. Maybe they sensed it—the shift in the air, the sudden, violent force building inside me.I felt it too. And I wanted to release it. There was a type of madness that was trying to consume
Elara's POVAndrew’s blood soaked the ground beneath him as he stood questioning Tom on the rationale behind his betrayal.When I saw him stab Andrew, the only thing that came to mind was to reap him apart. But just when I was about to carry out my deadly urge, Michael stopped me.I was about to order Micheal out of my way so that I could kill Tom when he said the weirdest thing I've heard since this battle broke out. You should've taken Dorian’s deal.But what I didn't expect was he turning to lunge at me. Unfortunately for him, Michael was there to stop him. I was about to take a swipe at him when I caught sight of Andrew falling to the ground. I forgot about Tom and rushed past them to where Andrew had fallen. Staring down at his bleeding side, rage kindled inside me, burning whatever restraint I had on myself.It wasn’t just a wound—it was a death sentence.But I couldn't afford to leave him like this. So, I dropped to my knees beside him, pressing my hands against his side, des
Andrew's POVI barely heard Elara’s scream over all the noise. I was busy fighting off Van. And it was an uphill task. It was obvious he would've finished me if I wasn't an alpha. With the way the runic poison was affecting me, I should've been dead already.It was short of a miracle that I was even standing talk more of fighting one of the strongest betas I've ever encountered.So when I heard Elara's cry, for a moment I a chanced a glance behind me wondering what could have made my mate uneasy.And what I saw made my heart skip a beat. It was unusual to have that kind of reaction but when I was so close to death, there was no other reaction that I could muster.The rogue’s claws were a breath away from my spine. I braced for the impact, every instinct in my body tensing for pain—though I was in a stalemate with Van.But it never came. I watched as the smirk on Van’s vanished and got replaced by a look of confusion.I turned just in time to see that instead of claws, there was a blu
Elara's POVThe battlefield snapped back into focus, but the vision clung to the edges of my mind like a shadow I couldn’t shake. My breath came fast, ragged. Andrew—dead. A stranger standing over him.No. I would never let that happen. As long as I still had breath in me, there was no way I was going to let anyone kill Andrew.It was obvious my wolf also saw what I saw because it was already snaring like crazy.I forced myself to move, even as the weight of what I had seen pressed into my chest. The vision could be a prediction of something about to happen right here. I need to get Andrew out of here before things get messy. Which brings to mind what happened that led to his current situation.This was what the bad feeling was trying to tell me. That things were going to degenerate to this level.Around me, the battle raged on. Wolves clashed, metal rang against claws, and the air reeked of blood and smoke.“Elara!”Andrew’s voice dragged me back to the present. I turned just in tim
Elara's POVAnother wave of rogues charged, but I saw them too late. I hadn't expected Dorian to be so decisive. I expected this war to come closer to the Blood Moon. But it was obvious he wanted to defeat us before we had the chance to pose a threat to him.A body slammed into me from behind. I hit the ground hard, the breath knocked from my lungs. Claws raked across my back, and hot breath fanned against my neck.The moment Dorian gave the order, the battlefield erupted once again.The rogues rushed forward like a black tide, their snarls ripping through the night. Andrew barely had time to brace before they crashed into him. He went down beneath a pile of bodies, his form disappearing under gnashing teeth and clawed hands.“No!” I yelled as fear turned my blood cold and had my heart racing like it wanted to rio out of my chest. In one quick move, I elbowed the person on my back in the face cracking his nose.Before he got the chance to do anything, I grabbed his head and snapped h
Andrew's POVThe battlefield stank of blood and burning flesh. Snarls and cries of pain filled the air, but they all faded into the background the moment his voice cut through the chaos.“Miss me?”That voice. That voice always gave me a bad feeling anytime I heard it and I was never wrong.I knew who it belonged to before my eyes even landed on him. Dorian. My biggest rival and the one terrorizing my packfor things that happened a long time ago.I forced myself upright, my limbs screaming in protest. The rune’s poison pulsed through my veins like molten iron, each beat of my heart spreading its slow, numbing fire. My legs felt like they weren’t mine anymore—like I was wading through thick, invisible chains.I stumbled around like a little baby just learning how to walk before I finally made it outside.I wanted to lay down and forget everything that was going on but I couldn't do that. I wouldn’t stay down. Especially not now.I clenched my teeth and lifted my head staring daggers at
Elara's POV Today was supposed to be an ordinary day. I was meant to run simple errands, mind my business, and make it back to my little corner without incident. I wasn’t aiming to be noticed, especially by the pack members who always made it their mission to remind me where I stood—or, rather, where I didn’t. But sometimes, I wondered if staying out of their way only made them seek me out even more.I pulled my hood up and ducked my head, hoping the less they saw of my face, the better. The market was busy, filled with laughter and chatter, and I hoped the noise would hide my presence. I had to pass by a group of wolves, talking loud and carefree, completely absorbed in their own conversations. My steps were quiet, deliberate.But luck wasn’t on my side.“Hey, isn’t that Elara?” The voice was sharp, familiar. I didn’t need to turn around to know who it was—Mira, the pack’s reigning queen bee and self-proclaimed guardian of everyone else’s business.I ignored her, quickening my steps....
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