Long ago, when the universe was still in its beginning, the Moon Goddess committed the sin of falling in love with a human. Even though she was betrothed to the God of Beasts, she couldn't stop her feelings from taking root, strong as those of the Tree of Life. She was willing to give up her divinity to stand by her beloved… However, the Beast God felt betrayed and humiliated.In order to punish them, the Beast God cast a curse on the man and made him become a beast. That way, whenever night came and the Moon Goddess went to visit him, the man would become a bloodthirsty beast that wouldn't recognize anyone until dawn rose. However, true love cannot be destroyed by evil deeds. The man's feelings weren't broken, even if he transformed into a wolf against his will, every night for the rest of his miserable life.The Moon Goddess's love for her beloved was not weakened either. Quite the opposite. The beauty and persistence of her love were transformative. Even though things were tough, t
“The Oracle of the Goddess made the decision and chose the next mate for the new Lycan King, Callisto del Amathea.” The Priestess' voice echoes stately and graceful through the High Dome, decreeing the fate of one of the fifty mateless young wolves.Ever since the new Lycan King ascended the throne and bloodily took the crown from his father's head, all mateless young wolves, nobles or commoners, have been summoned to the High Dome. And just like the other times, one of them will be chosen to be the new Lycan's Queen.However, despite the flashy title, this one can be considered a death sentence — that's because the hatred that Lycans have for Werewolves is well known. The hostility between the races is sung even in lullabies. For a wolf to abandon its customs and beliefs like this… to leave their home and move to a completely hostile place, where their suffering is most likely craved… It's frightening. Unfortunately, even if these wolves’ rebel against the decree and try to escape… t
The carriage swung over a root of an old, centuries-old oak tree, making Rhea jump uncomfortably inside. It's been a few hours since she left the High Dome, which is in the center of the Sacred Forest, considered neutral territory.The south beyond the Sacred Forest is called the Bestiary Continent — where all the most feared creatures exist. And after the War, when the Lycans were banished to the south because of their extremely violent behavior and for denying their origins, they had to rebuild their territory in those arid lands, almost abandoned by the Goddess.Now, Rhea is passing through the Sacred Forest, heading south, where she will live for the rest of her days. She has never visited the Bestiary Continent because the rumors about it are terrifying. In fact, Rhea was barely able to visit her own land, as she was locked in her chambers most of her life. She's a cursed child, after all.As the carriage passes past the centuries-old oak trees, an intense sunlight shines through
The palace doors open for Callisto to enter the main hall. Even those who are already used to the sight are surprised to see it that way. His abs are completely stained with blood, as are his hands. There's even a bloodstain on his face, making those around him even more fearful.Everyone has drooping shoulders and bowed heads because Callisto's eyes alone are extremely terrifying. The yellow that glows in the irises, even when untransformed, is enough to bring nightmares to the most sensitive ones. But the real problem is Callisto's pheromones, which prove that he has been taking lives a while ago.“Callisto… could you stop those pheromones? You're scaring everyone.” Skôll calls out to him, arms crossed. His blue eyes also look as cold as glaciers.Callisto cleans the blood stain on his face and controls the pheromones, eliciting relieved sighs from the others, who quickly leave the room to leave them alone.“So… how are things in the far south?” Skôll studies him attentively, seeing
Two girls who appear to be Rhea's age approach, wearing white dresses that contrast with the beauty of tanned skin; they're also short and with thin straps, with fabrics as light as silk; after all, the sun is intense, and the heat is almost suffocating. Even though Rhea searches for the lightest clothes she's brought in her luggage, they're still too hot.They approach and make a stiff reference, copying the one Rhea made when she first arrived. She suppresses a sweet smile at the girls' efforts to make her feel comfortable. But this is no longer necessary. From the moment Rhea was chosen to be Callisto's Luna, she decided to leave behind her kingdom and her customs.It's not like she cares too much about where she came from too… since the beginning, all those people have caused her is pain. Why would she hold so tight to a rose when the thorns are bleeding her hand? Its beauty does not make up for the wounds made by it.“My Queen, the King ordered us to come and help you get dressed
Rhea is led into the main hall by the twins in complete silence. The long corridors have long arches at their sides, like a path through a garden of green grass and colorful, fragrant flowers, and her blue eyes search through every detail. From there, it's possible to see a small waterfall that falls from the mountains and makes a pond further on. Even though the Bestiary Continent is a place of dry land, this garden reminds her a bit of her home.She shakes her head, putting aside those whining thoughts that insist on catching her off guard. Sooner, she's facing the huge double doors that are being opened for her passage. On the other side, an immense hall is displayed, and at the top of a platform made by a few steps, is a big black throne, which resembles the head and paws of a wolf. Sitting majestically on it, is Callisto.Now properly dressed and cleaned of blood, he's wearing a long white coat with gold details. And even though Callisto doesn't look so savage anymore, his presen
Three days pass quickly, and before Rhea knows it, the moment when she will finally be accepted as Luna de Callisto arrives.When Rhea gets to the garden that where the Bonding Ceremony will take place, she feels a chill inside her dress. It's the same she first spotted when she went to the royal hall.The nights in this place can be quite cold, considering the heat that prevails during the day. But the reason for the chill isn't the breeze that shakes her black hair, which has only a tiara, but the several smells that mix together, making it almost suffocating. So many powerful pheromones…The guests organize themselves around a path of white petals, which Rhea walks along, dragging her long silk dress that marks every curve of her body, including her hard nipples from the cold and anxiety. There's nothing but the light fabric on her body, which unlike the other clothes, covers more skin than expected, despite the bare shoulders. If it weren't for the long gloves, everyone could have
A great party has been organized for the guests to enjoy in one of the halls of the castle. The platform features two thrones, like the ones in the previous hall, although this place is much more luxurious. Rhea can't help but be dazzled by the amount of gold and precious stones in this land. It's said that the Bestiary Continent is extremely rich because no human has been able to leave it alive. Despite this, the Lycan people seem to live very well among these walls and mountains.Rhea, seated on the throne, takes a sip of the delicious wine, which envelops her in its aroma. As she's still wearing her smooth dress, with Callisto's cloak over her shoulders, she watches as the guests enjoy themselves and talk loudly. A truly lively folk.In her kingdom, the balls were filled with rules. It was easy to feel suffocated, with extremely tight corsets and breasts almost sticking out. Sharp looks, ambiguous words… It was always tiring. But here, in this atmosphere… Rhea can't help but smile.
Long ago, when the universe was still in its beginning, the Moon Goddess committed the sin of falling in love with a human. Even though she was betrothed to the God of Beasts, she couldn't stop her feelings from taking root, strong as those of the Tree of Life. She was willing to give up her divinity to stand by her beloved… However, the Beast God felt betrayed and humiliated.In order to punish them, the Beast God cast a curse on the man and made him become a beast. That way, whenever night came and the Moon Goddess went to visit him, the man would become a bloodthirsty beast that wouldn't recognize anyone until dawn rose. However, true love cannot be destroyed by evil deeds. The man's feelings weren't broken, even if he transformed into a wolf against his will, every night for the rest of his miserable life.The Moon Goddess's love for her beloved was not weakened either. Quite the opposite. The beauty and persistence of her love were transformative. Even though things were tough, t
Rhea's heart beats so hard, she fears that the seemingly blind creature might hear it and feel even more spurred to attack. But even if she could stop the vicious beating, it wouldn't help because the smell of her blood is tempting the beast. She tries to drag herself across the sandy ground, doing her best to make sure no desperate grunts, no sounds escape through her lips, even if she's hurting herself by brushing her fragile skin against stones. Her eyes are wet, but she refuses to cry out for the mercy of the Moon Goddess, who has laid such a horrible curse on her poor existence. However, when the creature's feet hit the ground hard and kick up more dust, a stubborn tear trickles down her cheek — which she quickly wipes away, dirtying her face. The creature roars loudly, chilling Rhea's skin, causing her to immediately freeze. Her whole body is shaking, and even though her mind is screaming, begging to get on her feet and run, reason is telling her the obvious truth: there's no
I can't believe it… I can't believe it — Rhea tries to find the reason, tries to understand why her fingertips are bloody… How did she hurt him like that? Where did it come from… that growl?Her heel screws into a hole, and she goes down, scratching her knees on the stone floor, which she finally notices that doesn't belong to the palace surroundings… She's in the city, on the streets away from the Main Avenue.How the hell did I get here? She thinks, in despair, looking around, trying to appease the heart that's beating desperately in her chest, so hard that it seems about to tear through her chest.Rhea looks down at her hands open on the floor, at Callisto's blood that’s still on her skin, staining her fingers, under the nails that have become sharp like a wolf's.A wolf.She feels the cry loose from her throat, as well as a tear trickling from the corner of her eye, quickly losing itself down her contorted face.It doesn't make sense...... It doesn't make any sense! I shouldn't ha
Survivors of the fallen packs.These words continue to hover in Rhea's mind, taking her attention for the rest of the morning, to the point that she's completely oblivious to her surroundings. Since Rhea discovered that there were many children living in that orphanage, and that many others had lost their lives for being children of fallen alphas… A persistent knot has been in her throat.Is there something I can do to change this…?Rhea wrinkles her lips and a sigh escapes through them… But before any whimper becomes audible, she notices a sudden movement on the horizon, several men carrying timbers and setting up some sort of platform that took shape quickly, as she's sure that the day before there wasn't something like this.“Atria?” She calls to the nearest Lycan, without taking her eyes off those men who seem engaged to building.“Yes, my Queen?”“Is there something going on that I'm not aware of?”Atria stops beside Rhea, following the Queen's eyes that are beyond the horizon….
The only times Rhea has actually been to the Capital were on her arrival, which she didn't get out of the carriage, and the night of the festival — and, honestly, she doesn't have fond memories of the second one… Still, as the sun came up that morning, she put on her most comfortable clothes and decided it was finally time to leave the great stone walls of the palace and get to know a little more about her new people.She dismissed the company of the twins as, according to her, this is something she must by herself.Descending the small stone-covered hill, her eyes catch all the surrounding details. She had noticed it before, when she first arrived, but it's a truly living city. Unlike the barren lands that surround it, the Capital is covered by fragrant flowers and smiling people, who live their lives completely oblivious to the Queen's walk.Soon, her feet guided her to Main Avenue, a long cobblestone path, surrounded by square houses that rise to several levels, with some stalls on
The dress that Callisto delivered to Rhea's chamber is probably the most beautiful she has ever seen in her entire life, even though, as the daughter of a Werewolf Kingdom nobleman, she was used to beautiful and luxurious things. But this dress is something that certainly stands out; its silk threads have been woven with tiny diamonds that give points of light throughout the length. And its fit is so perfect that it seems to have been made directly on Rhea's body.Scented from head to toe, she smells herself, feeling no trace of her pheromone that should be out of control now that the moon has returned to the sky. Although the second day isn't as intense as the first, when it's in full glow, the curse should be sneaking up on her, setting her body on fire, making her completely lose her mind.For some reason, she's not feeling on the verge of madness.And as she walks to the hall, being guided by the Lycan twins, Rhea looks beyond the arches that connect to the beautiful garden, bathe
Rhea opens her eyes, feeling Callisto's warm breath on her neck, as well as his tongue sliding out, making a wet path to her mark, sucking discreetly… holding her hips firmly and rubbing his erection in the middle of her ass. She lets out a hoarse, low moan, and feels his chest rise and fall on her bare back. “Callisto…?” He growls against the back of her neck, giving a wet kiss, pulling her hips to meet his. She feels her ass slick, in a mixture of sweat, arousal, and pleasure that extended beyond the moment the full moon began to disappear from the sky. But unlike all other times the curse has taken over her body, the fire seems to be persisting even with the sun shining outside, spreading through the middle of her legs that’s ready to take him again. The scent of his pheromones is still hovering in the air, impregnated into her skin, being released with intensity. He continues to kiss the back of her neck, moving his hips so that his erection slides down the middle of her buttoc
Rhea sinks her knees into the mattress, sitting on his abs again. She tosses her black hair to one shoulder, resting her hands on his chest, which is rising and falling quickly from his abrupt breathing.Her skin is shivering, even her hard nipples are lifting the cloth, attracting the hungry eyes of Callisto, who can't help but notice how his Luna's skin is taking on the tan of the area.His firm hands move up her thighs, lifting the dress while his toughed, rough palm makes its way to the curves of her waist, while she pulls down one of the straps of the dress herself.But Callisto is impatient. The heat that's consuming him makes the beast inside him unable to reason. He wants to see his mate's body… Wants to see her smooth skin and perfect breasts — so he uses his sharp nails to rip the dress completely open, ridding her of those fabrics that aroused her skin at the slightest rub.Still with his sharp nails, Callisto holds her hip firmly, moving it slightly forward, sliding her we
Rhea's mind is completely blank. She can't resist Callisto's pheromones, which seem as inebriating as wine. Her nails slide down his bare thigh, scratching the tanned skin. She also rubs her lips together, flavoring the taste of his skin, and she moans as it tasted like the most delicious thing in the world.This makes Callisto shiver and draws the eyes of Rhea, who is now sitting on her own legs, struggling against the short cuffs on her wrists. Her eyes are completely wet, glistening in a mixture of deep desire and lust, but her gaze is soft and almost desperate — a real torture for Callisto, who feels his heart beating even more strongly.She returns her lips to his thigh, moving dangerously upward, dragging her tongue so that it leaves a wet path to his popping hipbone. Now she's getting on her knees, getting to the perfect height to hold his hips and rub her teeth on the curve the eight packs make in his abs. Again, she raises her eyes, seeing the way his eyes are glowing brightl