The pain hadn’t stopped.
Selene gritted her teeth as the carriage bounced over rocky terrain. The dagger wound from Thorne's betrayal pulsed with heat, the wolfsbane coursing through her veins like liquid fire. Every heartbeat was a reminder: she was betrayed by the one she trusted most.
Ryker sat across from her, arms crossed, watching her with unreadable eyes. The moon cast slivers of silver through the window, illuminating her pale skin and bloodstained bandages.
“You should rest,” he said.
“I don’t need rest,” she snapped.
“You’ve been stabbed, Luna.”
“I’m aware,” she growled.
Silence stretched between them. Tense. Crackling. Until he leaned forward.
“You need to know what’s coming,” Ryker said. “Thorne wasn’t acting alone. The Ironhide Pack has found something..an artifact. Ancient. Tied to your bloodline.”
Selene’s heart skipped. “My bloodline?”
He nodded. “You’ve heard the stories, haven’t you? About the Moonborn?”
She narrowed her eyes. “Stories meant to scare pups around a campfire.”
“No.” Ryker’s voice dropped. “They’re real. You’re real. And they’re hunting you because you don’t know what you are yet.”
Selene swallowed hard.
Then came the whisper. Not from Ryker. Not from the wind.
But from inside her mind.
> “Come to the ruins, child of moonlight… under the crescent’s eye, truth shall be revealed…”
Her eyes snapped open.
“What is it?” Ryker asked.
Selene’s voice was hoarse. “I just heard… a voice.”
He sat up straight. “What did it say?”
She stared out the window, toward the crescent moon.
“Something’s calling me.”
The ruins lay deep within the Silvergrove Forest ; land forbidden to all but the Elders.
As children, they were told it was cursed. That those who entered never returned.
Selene now understood the truth: the Elders didn’t fear death… they feared discovery.
The moment her boots touched the moss-covered stone, the air around her shifted. Cold. Ancient. Watching.
Ryker walked silently beside her, his hand brushing the hilt of his blade. “You sure about this?”
“No,” she admitted. “But I have to know.”
As they descended deeper, the trees grew twisted, leaves silvered under moonlight. A waterfall shimmered up ahead, its base churning into a black pool. In the center stood a stone altar carved with symbols so old they pulsed with energy.
Selene stepped forward, her chest tightening.
The Moonstone pendant at her neck blazed white-hot.
Then she heard it again.
> “Place the stone.”
Trembling, she unhooked the pendant and laid it in the altar’s groove.
The air shattered.
Light exploded upward, forming a spectral figure, cloaked in light, long-haired, eyes glowing like twin moons.
Ryker snarled, stepping in front of Selene, claws bared.
But the figure raised a hand.
“I am Lysira,” it said. “High Oracle of the Moonborn. Daughter of Seluria the First Lunar Queen.”
Selene’s knees nearly buckled.
Ryker caught her, stunned.
“You are… my ancestor?” she whispered.
“I am your blood,” the spirit replied. “And I have waited lifetimes to guide you.”
“The Moonborn were chosen by the Goddess to guard the balance between wolf and magic,” Lysira began. “But the Council feared our strength. So they hunted us. Banished our bloodline. Hid our power.”
Selene’s voice cracked. “My mother… was she.....?”
“She was the last Lunar Queen. Until you.”
The spirit drifted forward. “Your power has awakened, Selene. But it is only a fraction of what lies within. There is more. Much more.”
The altar rumbled. Stone split, revealing a hidden chamber beneath.
Selene hesitated.
Ryker grabbed her wrist. “This could be a trap.”
She looked at him, voice calm. “Then stay here.”
And with that, she descended into the dark.
Torches lit themselves as she stepped into the vault. The air pulsed with raw magic. Carvings covered the walls; depictions of ancient wolves with wings of light, women crowned in moonfire, and beasts with eyes like galaxies.
In the center lay a small basin of glowing water.
Selene approached it slowly.
Her reflection shifted. Morphed.
She saw herself, but older, crowned in silver, eyes blazing like the full moon. Blood stained her hands. Behind her stood an army of wolves… and Ryker, kneeling, chains around his wrists.
Her breath caught.
Then the image changed.
She saw her mother alive, whispering into a crib.
And then, a man cloaked in shadow… stabbing her.
Selene staggered back.
> The truth of your lineage lies in blood… and betrayal…
She turned and saw the figure of Lysira waiting at the stairs.
“You must choose,” the spirit said. “Power… or peace. Love… or the throne. One cannot serve both.”
Selene’s fists clenched.
“I’ll serve myself.”
Lysira smiled, then began to fade.
“Then you may yet become the queen this world fears.”
Back at the fortress, chaos reigned.
Thorne had returned...not alone.
With him came an envoy from Ironhide, and a new Alpha, Marcus, brutal, cold-eyed, and power-hungry.
He strolled through Selene’s courtyard like he owned it, his warriors flanking him in black armor.
“I come with terms,” Marcus announced. “Hand over the traitorous rogue and the Moonstone, and I’ll let your pack live.”
Selene, newly returned, stood on the balcony, her gaze sharp.
“Bold of you to assume you’re still breathing.”
Marcus laughed. “You’re bleeding power, Luna. Your Beta’s gone. Your people are doubting. Surrender! "
Selene descended the stairs slowly, Ryker beside her.
“My people follow me because I protect them. You come here with threats? You’ve already lost.”
Then Marcus threw something at her feet.
A bound warrior, one of her own, bloodied and beaten.
“Next time, I’ll bring back a head.”
Selene’s wolf howled inside her.
“Then next time,” she said coldly, “bring an army.”
That night, as the fortress prepared for war, Selene sat alone in the Moon Chamber, staring at the blade Ryker had left her.
He hadn’t said a word since they returned.
She knew why.
He’d seen the vision in the vault. Felt the storm brewing inside her.
She was changing.
The Moonborn magic was claiming her, sharpening her instincts, whispering truths no one else could hear.
She stood, walking to the window.
The moon was full again.
And at the afar edge of the forest… she saw it.
A red glow.
Dozens of torches. Hundreds of warriors.
The Ironhide Pack was marching to war.
And Thorne...was leading them!
Her own Beta.
Her own brother.
The fortress had never felt so suffocating.Selene paced the edge of her chambers, the cool stone beneath her feet doing little to tame the heat rising in her blood. Her body ached..not from pain, but something far more maddening.Something primal.The magic she unearthed in the Moonborn vault hadn’t quieted. It pulsed beneath her skin, humming in her veins, a rhythm that matched the thundering pull of her wolf. Every night since, she’d felt... hunted by her own instincts.And the worst part?They all led her to Ryker.He was everywhere.His scent ;dark pine, steel, and danger lingered in her halls. His presence stalked her every move. His eyes, when they met hers, made her feel like the only prey in a forest full of predators.He hadn’t touched her.Not since the night she bled.Not since the night she saw him look at her like she was something sacred. And something he wanted to destroy.She hated it. Hated that she wanted him, too.Worse, that she needed to feel something other than
The moment the child’s scream died out, Selene knew something had changed.It was like the world had shifted. A piece of her... the one she’d been holding together with sheer will...cracked.She stood over the blood-written threat on the nursery wall, her chest rising and falling with uneven breaths. Ryker touched her shoulder gently, but even his warmth couldn’t reach her.Her past was clawing its way back through the doors she had sealed long ago.And this time… it wouldn’t be quiet.By morning, the fortress had been swept for intruders. The child was safe, but no one slept.Selene stood in her war room, listening as council members debated what had happened. Beside her, Ryker said nothing. He hadn’t left her side since the night before,but he hadn’t touched her again either.As the elders argued, a voice broke through the noise.“Selene.”It was soft. Familiar.Cassian.Her fated mate.She hadn’t seen him in weeks, not since he’d rejected her in front of the pack, ripping her heart
The bells echoed through the fortress like a death knell.Selene stood still, her breath caught in her throat.In the distance, beyond the black stone walls of her keep, the treetops blazed with torchlight. And through the thickening fog, the outline of an army sharpened, figures armored in polished steel, bearing crimson banners with Cassian’s sigil.He’d returned. Not alone.At his side stood Elder Malrik, the highest of the Elders’ council. Beside him was Liora, her face cold and unreadable.Ryker appeared at Selene’s side, his blade already drawn. “They’ve aligned with the Elders. He’s brought them to unseat you.”Selene’s voice came low. “Then let them try.”The Moon Keep’s great hall filled with her inner circle. Beta Callen. Gamma Irisa. Ryker. Warriors and advisors stood in tense silence as Selene paced before the war table.She slammed her hand down. “They seek to challenge my leadership. Good. Then I’ll give them a stage.”“Selene,” Callen said cautiously, “they’re not just
Selene stood before the mirror in the Lunar Queen’s chamber, breathing in shallow pulls. The silver circlet... now fused to her forehead ; radiated a low, unrelenting hum. Her eyes, once molten silver, flickered with streaks of midnight black, like ink seeping through cracks in her soul.> “The Moon has turned its back.”Malrik’s last words haunted her.Ryker watched her from the shadows, arms crossed. “You haven’t been sleeping.”“I can’t,” she murmured. “Every time I close my eyes… I see her. The Moon Mother. And she’s bleeding.”He stepped forward, brushing a thumb along her jaw. “You don’t bleed for the moon anymore, Selene. She bleeds for you.”She wanted to believe that. But the darkness within her pulsed with a different truth.She turned away. “Summon the council. I want answers.”The chamber fell silent as Selene entered, flanked by Ryker and Gamma Irisa. The council members ; warriors, witches, and old allies sat with guarded expressions.She went straight to the point. “One
The night air was thick with blood and smoke. The ruins of the Moonborn altar still smoldered, blackened stone hissing where the crystal bomb had detonated. Selene’s skin felt like it was burning from the inside out, her veins pulsing with corrupted magic.Liora had vanished into the night like a ghost, leaving behind betrayal, pain, and a message Selene couldn’t forget:> You were never meant to rule. Only to awaken her.Ryker found her on the stone steps, half-conscious and shaking.“Selene,” he murmured, crouching beside her. “Can you hear me?”Her eyes fluttered open, dim silver tarnished by black. “She’s in me, Ryker. The true Moonborn. She’s been sleeping inside me all along.”He lifted her into his arms, fury etched across his face. “Then we wake her on our own terms. Not theirs.”She wanted to believe him.But the darkness was growing louder.Back in the heart of the keep, Selene gathered the remnants of her court.Only a handful remained.Irisa? Dead! Callen? Dead! Liora?
Selene’s body was motionless, eyes closed, breath shallow, like a marionette with its strings cut.But inside… inside, a storm raged.She screamed in the void, her voice swallowed by the darkness. The Moonborn—, the other her... had taken control, banishing her into her own mind.> “This is my body now,” the Moonborn whispered through their shared consciousness.“You were only the vessel.”Selene fought, claws scraping against invisible walls, but the Moonborn’s grip was too strong.> “You want the truth?”“Then suffer it." And the visions began.The moon bled red overhead in the memory. A dark forest. A woman running; wild-eyed, barefoot, clutching a newborn.Her mother.Selene’s heart ached as she recognized her.Chasing her through the trees were men cloaked in council robes. One of them held a sword shimmering with obsidian.The woman hid the baby under the roots of an old tree.> “Live, Selene,” she whispered. “Live, even if it kills me.”Then she turned to face the hunters.Sel
Selene & Ryker finally surrender to the bond that’s been tormenting them. The night burns with raw desire, soul-binding heat, and emotional surrender.The moon was high and pulsing, swollen with silver fire, and Selene couldn’t breathe.Everything had cracked her illusions, her strength, her carefully built walls. And Ryker stood in front of her like a wildfire with fangs, burning hotter than anything she’d ever known.> “Say it,” Ryker said, voice low, guttural. “Tell me you want this.”Her chest rose and fell fast. Her pulse throbbed in her neck. The ache between her thighs had been building for days, but this...this was something else. This wasn’t lust anymore.This was need.> “I want you,” she whispered, stepping forward. “I want all of you. No more holding back.”A growl rumbled from deep in his chest.Before she could blink, his mouth was on hers; devouring, demanding. He lifted her like she weighed nothing, slammed her back against the nearest wall, and kissed her like she was
When the moon calls, only the strongest will answer.The night was unnaturally silent as Selene arrived at the ancient Stone Circle; a sacred arena carved into the heart of the forest, guarded by jagged black monoliths said to have been touched by the Moon Goddess herself. The clearing shimmered under the blood-red hue of the rising moon, casting eerie shadows across the ground.She walked into the center alone.No cloak. No crown. No armor.Just her.Selene’s midnight hair flowed loose down her back, catching the light like a wave of starlight. Her bare feet touched the sacred earth with purpose. Each step echoed the silent promise she had made: No more fear. No more waiting.The moment her presence was felt, the crowd parted.Pack members, elders, warriors, even rogues hidden among the trees, watched in awe and tension.And at the far end of the circle stood Cassian.Her former mate. The one who had humiliated her. Rejected her. Who now sought to destroy her before she could rise.H
The silence that followed the end of the betrayer was not peace. It was the eerie calm before a storm that had been brewing in the shadows all along.Selene stood beneath the moonlight, blood on her cheek and her fists still clenched from the final blow. Ryker was at her side, eyes on the crumbled body of the betrayer, still twitching in its final spasms. The battlefield around them was scorched, soaked in blood and the echoes of war cries still hanging thick in the air.But it wasn’t over. Not even close.A sudden gust of wind blew through the ruined courtyard, unnaturally cold and heavy with power. Selene froze. The mark on her lower back—the ancient Moonborn sigil; burned like fire.She spun on her heel. Behind her, where the shadows curled deepest at the edges of the broken stone archway, a new figure emerged. Cloaked in black, face hidden beneath a dark veil that shimmered like obsidian smoke, the figure moved with no sound.Every warrior still standing drew their weapon.But Sel
The night was shrouded in a heavy, oppressive silence that belied the chaos which had raged moments before. The ruined ramparts of the Lunar Keep bore the scars of battle, shattered stone, splintered wood, and the lingering stain of blood. Above it all, the silver moon hung low in the sky, its pale light falling over everything with an eerie finality.Selene stood alone on the edge of a broken parapet, her eyes blazing with both fury and sorrow. Every scar on her body, every mark etched into her skin, told a story of betrayal and sacrifice. In her glistening, silver-lit gaze, one could see the ghost of the past; a past of promises made and trust so brutally shattered.The memory of every lie, every whispered deceit, surged in her mind. It was the culmination of years of loyalty and heartache that had led her to this moment. Tonight, she would confront the one who had betrayed her and shattered the bonds of trust that had once held her kingdom together.A soft rustling from behind shat
The echo of the spectral figure’s final decree still reverberated through the ruined courtyard of the Lunar Keep as Selene stood, trembling, above a chasm of crimson energy. The ground had split open beneath her feet, releasing a torrent of blood-red light that painted the shattered stone in hues of despair and determination. Around her, the remnants of battle lay scattered like broken dreams, but in that chaos, something in Selene had shifted irrevocably.Her eyes, once filled with the gentle luminescence of the Luna Queen, now burned with a fierce, unyielding silver fire. Every scar on her skin, every mark of ancient runes, pulsed with raw, untamed power. The mark on her wrist; the sigil of the Dark Pact, glowed ominously, a constant reminder of the price she had been forced to pay. The prophecy had demanded a sacrifice, and though her heart had broken at the thought of losing Ryker, she had made the impossible choice: to let the curse bind her soul so that her power might be unchai
The night was a tapestry of sorrow and fury as the Lunar Keep lay in ruins. The once-imposing fortress, now a shattered remnant of stone and ash, bore witness to betrayal and bloodshed. In the heart of the devastated courtyard, Selene stood, a solitary figure cloaked in grief and rage. The aftermath of the spectral vision still haunted her; its chilling prophecy echoing in her mind. The price for her power, it seemed, would be paid in the blood of those closest to her.Her eyes, still aglow with the residual light of moon magic, scanned the devastation around her. Warriors lay wounded, some motionless on the blood-soaked ground. The scent of burnt wood and shattered dreams filled the air, mingling with the bitter tang of betrayal. The silence was shattered by a voice; a familiar voice that once brought solace and trust.“Selene… why?” It was a whisper, barely audible over the crackling of dying embers. She turned slowly, her heart constricting as she saw Darius; her once most trusted
The clearing lay silent, save for the whisper of the wind through the ancient pines and the soft murmur of a distant stream. The moon, swollen and blood-red, hung low in the sky; its eerie light illuminating every dewdrop, every blade of grass, and every scar on Selene’s skin. For a moment, the world was reduced to this fragile, luminous peace; a stark contrast to the chaos that had roared just hours before.Selene lay on a bed of moss and fallen leaves, still trembling from the intensity of the previous night. Her body was marked with the aftermath of battle and passion alike: streaks of sweat glistened on her exposed shoulders, and the silver luminescence of ancient runes pulsed softly along her arms. Each breath she took was heavy with lingering desire and the burden of destiny.Beside her, Ryker cradled her gently, his powerful arms wrapped around her form. His eyes, a deep molten gold, were filled with a mixture of adoration, fear, and the unmistakable weight of unspoken promises
The air was thick with the scent of pine and earth, laced with the faint metallic tang of blood. The moon’s silver glow bathed the clearing, casting long shadows that danced wickedly. The figure in the shadows did not move, crimson eyes glinting with cold amusement.Selene’s fingers twitched, magic sizzling beneath her skin, ready to burst. Ryker’s stance shifted beside her, muscles coiled as he growled low, protective instincts flaring. But the figure’s smirk only widened, unfazed.“Well, well,” the stranger drawled, his voice a slow, silken rasp that slithered down Selene’s spine. “The great Luna Queen and her beloved alpha. How predictable.”Selene narrowed her eyes. “Show yourself.”The figure obeyed, stepping into the moonlight with a lazy, confident stride. He was tall, broad-shouldered, and draped in black leather that clung to a powerful physique. Tattoos curled up his neck, intricate designs snaking along his jawline. But it was the eyes; deep crimson and inhuman, that made h
Selene’s pulse drummed against her ribs as she faced the crimson-eyed stranger. He stood poised in the doorway, a silhouette of menace and arrogance. Moonlight kissed the sharp planes of his face, highlighting high cheekbones, a straight nose, and lips curled into a wicked grin. His raven-black hair cascaded over his shoulders, brushing against a black leather jacket adorned with silver spikes; a fashion statement that screamed defiance.“Looking for someone?” he taunted, the smooth cadence of his voice wrapping around her like a serpent.Selene’s glare was icy, but a flicker of uncertainty clawed at her resolve. He looked familiar... too familiar.“Who are you?” she demanded, power crackling along her fingertips. The room seemed to hum with energy, shadows deepening around her.The man smirked, crimson eyes glinting. “A friend. Though, by the look in your eyes, you’d disagree.”Selene bared her teeth. “You have five seconds to explain before I rip you apart.”The stranger chuckled, u
The moon hung high in the obsidian sky, casting an ethereal glow over the dark forest. Shadows danced along the gnarled branches, whispering secrets only the night could hold. The scent of damp earth and distant pine lingered, blending with the crisp chill of approaching winter.Selene’s silver eyes narrowed as she prowled through the dense undergrowth, every movement precise and predatory. Her leather bodysuit, sleek and unforgiving, accentuated the lethal curves of her body, laced with silver threads that glimmered faintly under the moonlight. She could feel the primal thrum of power pulsing through her veins, a reminder of her bond to the Moonborn and the strength she wielded.Ryker trailed beside her, a storm of masculinity cloaked in obsidian armor. The muscles of his chest strained against the fitted black fabric, decorated with intricate runes that glowed faintly with protection. His raven-black hair was tousled, framing a jawline sharp enough to cut steel, and his eyes burned
The scent of smoke hung heavy in the air, curling through the forest like a dark omen. Shadows flickered across the tree trunks, dancing in the moonlight as the distant crackle of burning wood whispered warnings of chaos. Selene, Ryker, and Kael moved in formation, their footfalls soft and controlled as they approached the clearing.Selene’s eyes narrowed, taking in the scene. The clearing was littered with bodies; loyalists and traitors alike, cloaked in the black-and-silver armor of the Alpha Council’s elite guards. The metallic tang of blood assaulted her senses. A cold rage settled over her, and her wolf snarled beneath her skin.“They’ve already started,” Kael muttered, brushing soot from his bare shoulder. Despite the carnage, he looked composed... dangerous. His dark hair fell loosely over his eyes, and the Blood Moon tattoo on his bicep gleamed ominously.Ryker’s jaw clenched, golden eyes glowing fiercely as he scanned the area. His broad frame was tense, muscles rippling bene