Rejected by Her Alpha Father at 8, Now She’s the Most Powerful Luna Who Makes Him KNEEL.
The pain hit him like silver through the heart. One moment Damen Blackthornne stood at the altar in his ceremonial robes, hand extended toward Lady Saraphina as she glided down the aisle in a gown that cost more than most wolves earned in a lifetime. The next, his wolf was tearing at his insides, howling with a grief so profound it drove him to his knees. Your majesty.
The high priest faltered, ancient hands gripping the mating scroll. Damian couldn’t breathe. His wolf clawed at his consciousness, wild and desperate. Something was wrong. Someone was dying. His mate was dying. But that was impossible. He didn’t have a mate. 5 years he’d searched every pack in the northern kingdom.
5 years of coming home alone to an empty bed and an emptier throne. That’s why he’d finally agreed to this. A political alliance with the Silver Crest Pack. Duty over desire, logic over longing. Lady Saraphina reached the altar, her face a perfect mask of concern. Damian. The scent hit him then. Jasmine and moonlight buried beneath layers of stone and suffering mixed with blood. So much blood.
His wolf roared. No. Marcus’s voice cut through the chaos, his Beta’s hand clamped down on his shoulder. Your Majesty, you can’t. Damian threw him off. The force sent Marcus skidding across the marble, and gasps rippled through the 300 witnesses packed into the ceremonial hall. Damian. Saraphina’s father, Alpha Thornne, surged to his feet.
What is the meaning of this? But Damian wasn’t listening. He was already moving, dropping to the floor, pressing his palms against cold marble. The scent was stronger here. Beneath him. She was beneath him. Move. His voice came out as a growl, more wolf than man. Your majesty, please. The high priest’s ready voice shook. The ceremony.
Damian’s claws extended. He drove them into the marble floor. The hall erupted in chaos. Saraphina screamed. Her brothers shifted, surrounding the altar with bared teeth. Marcus shouted orders to the royal guard, but Damian felt nothing except the desperate need to get to her, whoever she was, before it was too late.
Stone cracked beneath his hands. His beast surged forward, lending him strength no ordinary wolf should possess. Chunks of marble flew. His knuckles split open and healed. split and healed again. “Restrain him!” Alphathorn roared. Guards rushed forward. Damian snarled, and his alpha command rippled through the hall like thunder.
Every wolf dropped to their knees, unable to resist the weight of their king’s authority. All except Marcus, who’d trained for years to withstand that power. Damian, think if you walk away from this altar, you’ll start a war. Then we’ll have a war. Damian’s hands plunged deeper into the broken floor. And there a gap. Darkness yawning beneath the ceremonial hall.
The scent rolled up in waves stronger now. Jasmine and moonlight. And beneath it all, the copper tang of blood and the acrid bite of silver. Someone had built a dungeon beneath the ceremonial hall. Someone had hidden it with magic and stone. Someone had put his mate down there to die.
Damian dropped through the hole. He landed in darkness so complete it took even his wolf’s eyes a moment to adjust. The scent was overwhelming now. Pulling him forward through a narrow corridor lined with cells. Empty. All of them except the last cell. She hung from silver chains bolted to the stone wall. Her head slumped forward.
Dark hair matted with blood. The chains had burned into her wrists and ankles, leaving wounds that wept clear fluid. Her dress was little more than rags. He could count every rib. Damian’s wolf went silent. Utterly, completely silent. Then the bond snapped into place. It hit him like a freight train. The recognition his wolf had been screaming about.
The connection that should have been there from the moment he turned 18. Mate. his mate. After five years of searching, she’d been here, right here, beneath his feet the entire time. He tore the cell door off its hinges. Hold on. His voice cracked as he reached for the chains. The silver burned his palms, but he didn’t care.
He wrenched them from the wall, catching her as she fell forward. She weighed nothing. Her skin was ice cold. When he pressed his ear to her chest, her heartbeat was so faint he could barely hear it. No, no, no. He cradled her against him, his hand cupping the back of her head. Stay with me. Please stay with me, your majesty. Marcus appeared at the cell entrance, breathing hard. His eyes went wide.
Is that get a healer now? That’s Isa Winters. Marcus’s voice dropped to a whisper. Damian, that’s the woman who murdered your mother. The words should have made him recoil. should have made him drop her and demand answers. But his wolf only pressed closer, only held her tighter. I don’t care. Get a healer or I’ll rip your throat out. Marcus ran.
Damen smoothed the matted hair back from her face, even beaten and starved, even after 3 years in a dungeon. She was beautiful, delicate features, full lips cracked and bleeding. And when he pulled aside the torn collar of her dress, he saw it. the mate mark already forming on her neck, a silver crescent moon that matched the one that would appear on his.
The bond had recognized what his conscious mind had never known. “What did they do to you?” he whispered. Footsteps thundered overhead, voices shouting, the sound of the ceremonial hall descending into chaos. He could hear Saraphina crying, her father roaring threats, his own council demanding explanations. Let them, let the whole kingdom burn.
This woman in his arms was all that mattered. Her eyelids fluttered. Dark eyes struggled to focus on his face. “I’ve got you.” He pressed his forehead to hers. “You’re safe now. I promise you’re safe.” Those dark eyes sharpened. Recognition flared in them, followed immediately by fear. She tried to pull away, but she was too weak. No, she whispered. No, you can’t.
They’ll kill you. Shh. No one’s going to hurt you anymore. You don’t understand. Her voice was ruined raw from screaming or disuse or both. They wanted this. They wanted you to find me. It’s a trap. I don’t care. Your mother. She coughed, and blood flecked her lips. Her hand, so small and broken, reached up to clutch his ceremonial robes.
“Your mother knew I tried to save her.” The world tilted. “What?” But her eyes rolled back, her hand went limp. and Isa Winters, the woman who’d supposedly murdered his mother in cold blood three years ago. The woman who was somehow impossibly his faded mate, passed out in his arms. Damian looked down at her unconscious form, then up at the hole in the ceiling where light streamed down.
He could hear his kingdom falling apart above him. Could feel the mate bond thrumming between them, already trying to heal her, already binding his life to hers. If she’d tried to save his mother, that meant someone else had killed her. Someone who’d let an innocent woman rot in a dungeon for 3 years. Someone who’d hidden that dungeon beneath the ceremonial hall.
Someone who’d been close enough to his mother to get past all her guards. Damian’s arms tightened around Isla’s broken body, and for the first time in 5 years, his wolf and his mind agreed on something. Someone was going to pay. Wanting to see what would happen next. Subscribe to this channel to get to listen to more of our upcoming exciting stories.
Click on the subscribe button now. Thank you. Chapter 2. Ela woke to silk sheets and sunlight. For a moment, she thought she was dreaming. She had to be. The dungeon didn’t have windows. The dungeon didn’t smell like cedar and mint. The dungeon didn’t have a mattress that felt like sleeping on clouds. Then the memories crashed back.
The alpha king tearing through marble, his hands on her face, the mate bond snapping into place like a collar she couldn’t remove. She bolted upright and immediately regretted it. Her body was healed. She could feel that the bones mended, the silver burns reduced to pink scars, but she was weak.
Three years of starvation couldn’t be fixed in one night, and the silver cuffs on her wrists explained why her wolf was still silent. You’re awake. Isa’s head snapped toward the voice. The alpha king sat in a chair by the window, still wearing his ceremonial robes from yesterday. They were covered in blood and stone dust. His hair was a mess.
Dark circles shadowed his eyes. He looked like he hadn’t slept at all. Where am I? Her voice came out stronger than she expected. My chambers. Panic clawed up her throat. Why? Because the dungeon didn’t seem appropriate anymore. His tone was flat, carefully controlled. My healer says you’ll live.
Though she also says you’re malnourished, dehydrated, and suffering from long-term silver poisoning. She wants to know who authorized your treatment. Isa pressed back against the headboard. You did? I authorized your imprisonment, not your torture. His green eyes fixed on her, and she felt the mate bond pulse between them. There’s a difference.
Is there? The words came out bitter. You sentenced me without a trial. You let me rot for 3 years. Did you think they were feeding me roast chicken down there? Something flickered across his face. Guilt maybe or anger. With the silver cuff suppressing her wolf, she couldn’t read him through the bond. I sentenced a woman I believed murdered my mother.
He stood and Isa’s body tensed. Now I’m discovering I may have been wrong. May have been. She laughed and it hurt. Your majesty is too kind. He crossed to the bed in three strides. Isa flinched, but he only reached out and touched the silver cuff on her left wrist. His finger traced the edge where it met her skin.
“These stay on until I know the truth.” His voice was soft, dangerous. “You said my mother knew that you tried to save her. I need you to explain what that means.” “Why would I tell you anything?” Isa met his eyes, even though her wolf screamed at her to submit. So, you can throw me back in that cell? I’ve moved you to the north tower.
You’ll have a room, a bed, food, guards, of course. His hand fell away. But no more chains. No more darkness. How generous. A prettier prison. It’s more than you deserve if you’re guilty, his jaw clenched. And far less than you’re owed if you’re innocent. Until I know which, this is what I can offer. Isa looked away.
The room was massive, decorated in deep greens and golds. Through the window, she could see the capital city spread out below. Wolves going about their morning routines. Free. All of them free. While she I want to see your wounds. Her gaze snapped back to him. What? The healer mentioned scarring. Extensive scarring. His voice had gone cold.
I want to see what was done to you. No, that wasn’t a request. Isa’s hands fisted in the silk sheets. The mate Bond pulled at her, urging her to obey, to please him, to trust him. She hated it. Hated how her body responded to his nearness, how her traitorous heart beat faster when he looked at her. “You don’t get to see what your kingdom did to me,” she said quietly.
“You don’t get to pretend you care now.” He stared at her for a long moment. Then he nodded once and walked to the door. Someone will bring you breakfast. Eat, rest. I’ll return this evening with questions. And Isa, he glanced back. You will answer them. The door closed behind him. And Isa heard the lock click into place.
She waited until his footsteps faded before she let herself shake. Three years ago, the night of the murder, Eela ground the herbs carefully, the mortar smooth under her hands. The Luna Queen’s private study smelled like lavender and old books. It was Isa’s favorite place in the entire palace.
You’re getting better at that. Queen Helena smiled from her desk where she was reviewing what looked like financial records. Soon you’ll be a better healer than me. Never, your majesty. Isa blushed. She’d only been at the palace for two months, but the queen had been so kind. Had treated her like a daughter instead of a student.
Helena, the queen corrected gently. When we’re alone, call me Helena. Isa ducked her head, pleased and embarrassed. She returned to grinding the Valyrian route. But then she noticed the queen had gone very still. Your majesty. Helena was staring at the papers in front of her, her face pale. No, no, it can’t be. What’s wrong? The queen stood abruptly.
Isa, I need you to She gasped. Her hand flew to her throat. Helena. Isa dropped the mortar and rushed forward. The queen collapsed and Isa caught her, lowering her to the floor. What is it? What’s happening? Poisoned. The word came out strangled. someone. The tea Isa’s healer training kicked in. She pressed her fingers to Helena’s throat, feeling for a pulse, racing too fast, and her skin was burning up. Hold on. I can fix this.
I can. No time. Helena gripped Isa’s hand with surprising strength. Listen, the treasury. Someone’s been stealing, planning something terrible. I found proof. Don’t talk. Save your strength. Marcus. The queen’s eyes were unfocused now, pupils blown wide. It was Marcus. He The study door burst open. Royal guards flooded in.
And Isa looked up, relief flooding through her. Help! The queen’s been poisoned. But they didn’t move to help. They just stared at her. At her hands covered in the queen’s blood. At the empty teacup on the desk, at the queen dying in her arms. Cesar, the headguard commanded. Isla jerked back to the present as someone knocked on the door.
Breakfast, a female voice called. The door opened and a young woman entered carrying a tray. She was beautiful. Pale blonde hair, bright blue eyes, and wearing a dress that screamed royalty. I’m Princess Lyanna. She set the tray on the bedside table. Damen’s sister. Isa recognized her from the trial. The princess had been in the gallery crying. She’d been only 15 then.
I’m not hungry. Yes, you are. You’re starving. Lyanna sat on the edge of the bed, completely at ease. The kitchen made chicken soup. It’s soft, easy to digest. You should start with that. Why are you here? Because my brother is an idiot. Lyanna poured a glass of water from the pitcher on the tray. Drink. You’re dehydrated.
Isa took the water because her mouth felt like sand. The cool liquid was heaven on her throat. I never believed you killed our mother. Lyanna said quietly. You were a healer. You were kind. And mother trusted you. She wouldn’t have been wrong about that. Your brother thought differently. My brother was drowning in grief and rage, and someone took advantage of that.
Lyanna’s jaw set. someone who wanted you to take the fall. Isa studied the princess. Why are you telling me this? Because I tried to investigate 3 years ago and Damian shut me down, but now you’re his mate and he can’t ignore you anymore. He has to find the truth whether he wants to or not. Lyanna stood.
So, I’m asking you to trust him. I know he doesn’t deserve it, but he’s a good man, Isa. He’s just been lied to. Before Isla could respond, the princess left. Isa stared at the soup. Her stomach cramped with hunger, but years of survival instinct made her hesitate. In the dungeon, food had sometimes been laced with wolf’s bane to keep her weak.
Sometimes it had been laced with worse things. She lifted the spoon, sniffed. Nothing seemed wrong, but the door burst open. Damian strode in, his face dark with fury. Don’t eat that. Isla dropped the spoon. What? He grabbed the tray and threw it against the wall. Soup splattered across expensive wallpaper. Someone poisoned it. Wolf Spain and Nightshade.
Enough to kill you. Isa’s blood went cold. How do you know? Because I had my food taster check everything brought to this room. His eyes blazed. Someone in my palace just tried to murder my mate. The words hung in the air between them. his mate. He’d said it out loud, acknowledged the bond neither of them wanted.
“It’s the same person who killed your mother,” Isa said quietly. “They know I’m alive, and they know I can identify them.” “Then tell me.” Damian crossed to her, gripped her shoulders, not hard, but firm. “Tell me who killed her. Why would you believe me? Because someone just tried to murder you under my roof.
Because the dungeon master who oversaw your imprisonment was found dead this morning. Throat slit. Because every record of your time there has been destroyed. His hands tightened because I’m starting to think everything I believed about that night was a lie. Isa searched his face. She could feel his emotions now bleeding through the bond despite the silver cuffs.
rage, guilt, confusion, and underneath it all, a desperate need to know the truth. I need to see the scars, he said softer now. Please, I need to understand what happened to you. She didn’t know why she did it. Maybe because she was tired of hiding. Maybe because the mate bond made her weak.
Maybe because some small, stupid part of her still believed he might care. Isla pulled the night gown down off her shoulder. Damian went absolutely still. The scars covered her back and shoulders. Silver burns from the chains, lash marks from whips, circular brands where they’d pressed hot iron to her skin.
Three years worth of torture mapped out in ruined flesh. They wanted information, EA whispered, about what your mother told me that night, about who else I might have spoken to. I told them I didn’t know anything. They didn’t believe me. Damen’s hand hovered over the scars, not quite touching. She felt him trembling. I never authorized this.
His voice was hollow. I swear to you, I never. You let them take me. Isa pulled the night gown back up. You looked at me during that trial and you didn’t see a person. You saw something to punish for your pain. So yes, maybe you didn’t order this specifically, but you created the world where it could happen.
He flinched like she’d struck him. Tell me who killed my mother. It wasn’t a command anymore. It was a plea. Please. Isa closed her eyes. This was the moment. Once she said the name, there would be no going back. Either he would believe her or he would throw her back in that dungeon to finish dying. But someone had just tried to poison her. The dungeon master was dead.
And if she stayed silent, the real killer would try again. “Your mother was my teacher,” Isa began. “She was kind to me, patient. She taught me about healing, but also about leadership, about what it meant to be Luna.” The memories hurt, sharp as the silver that had burned her. About three months into my training, she started acting strange, worried she’d lock herself in her study for hours, going through financial records.
The treasury, Damen said. Yes, she found discrepancies, money missing, large amounts, moved through false accounts. Isa met his eyes. She was investigating who was responsible. The night she died, she told me she’d found proof. She was going to present it to you the next morning. What proof? I don’t know. She didn’t get to show me, but she told me a name.
Isa’s heart hammered against her ribs. The person who was stealing from the kingdom. The person who was planning something terrible. The person she believed was going to betray you. Who? Damian’s voice was barely a whisper. Isla took a breath. Marcus, your beta, your best friend. The silence that followed was deafening. Damen stared at her, his face completely blank.
Then he laughed, a bitter, broken sound. No, I know how it sounds. Marcus has been my friend since we were children. He saved my life a dozen times. He’s the most loyal wolf in my kingdom. Damian backed away from the bed. You’re lying. I’m not. Marcus loved my mother. He grieved with me. He helped me hunt for her killer. His voice rose.
You expect me to believe he murdered her? I expect you to investigate. Isa shot back. Look at the financial records. Find out who accessed your mother’s study that night. Ask yourself why the dungeon master is conveniently dead and all my records are destroyed. Get out. Isa blinked. What? Get out of my sight before I do something I regret.
His eyes had gone cold again, shuddered. Guards will escort you to the north tower. You’ll stay there until I decide what to do with you. Damian, that’s your majesty to you. He turned his back on her. And pray I find evidence you’re telling the truth. Because if you’re trying to frame an innocent man to save yourself, I’ll throw you back in that dungeon myself.
The door opened and two guards entered. Isla stood on shaking legs. She’d known he wouldn’t believe her. But some foolish part of her had hoped. The mate bond throbbed between them, and she felt his anguish beneath the anger. He wanted to believe her. He just couldn’t. As the guards led her out, Eel looked back one last time.
The Alpha King stood at the window, staring out at his kingdom, and she had never seen anyone look so alone. Wanting to see what would happen next? Subscribe to this channel to get to listen to more of our upcoming exciting stories. Click on the subscribe button now. Thank you. Chapter 3. Damian stood in his private study, staring at the financial records spread across his desk.
The numbers blurred together, but the pattern was clear once you knew what to look for. Money siphoned from the royal treasury in small amounts over 7 years, funneled through shell companies used to buy loyalty, weapons, support. Marcus had been planning this for a long time. His best friend, his brother in everything but blood.
The door opened without a knock. Marcus strode in, concern etched on his familiar face. Damian, I heard about the attempt on the prisoner’s life. Are you tell me about the Northern Mining Company? Marcus stopped. What? The Northern Mining Company registered 5 years ago. You’re listed as a silent partner. Damian kept his voice level along with 12 other shell companies that have been draining our treasury.
The concern melted off Marcus’ face like snow in sunlight. What replaced it was something cold, something that had probably always been there, hiding behind smiles and brotherhood. How did you find those records? Not a denial, just calculation. Does it matter? Damian’s hand moved to the sword at his hip. You embezzled from the crown. My mother discovered it.
You killed her. Your mother was going to ruin everything. Marcus said it so casually, like he was discussing the weather. Seven years of careful planning, and she stumbled onto it by accident. She was always too smart for her own good. The admission hit Damian like a physical blow. Some part of him had still hoped EA was wrong.
That there was an explanation that his best friend hadn’t murdered his mother in cold blood. Why? The word came out broken. Why? Marcus laughed. Look at yourself, Damian. You were born into power, given everything. The crown, the kingdom, the respect. What did you do to earn it? You exist. That’s all. You happened to be born first to the right family.
So, you killed my mother for jealousy. I killed your mother because she was in the way. Marcus’ hand moved to his own weapon. Just like you’re in the way now. I’ve spent seven years building alliances, gathering support, positioning myself for this moment. The only thing I didn’t account for was your mate showing up. Isa was innocent.
EA was convenient, a nobody from a nothing pack. Easy to frame, easy to make disappear. Marcus’ smile turned cruel. Though I’ll admit, I didn’t expect her to survive 3 years in the dungeon. The girl’s tougher than she looks. My men had orders to break her slowly, make sure she never spoke to anyone about what the queen told her. Rage flooded through Damian, hot and sharp.
His wolf surged forward, demanding blood. You tortured her. I did what was necessary, and now I’ll do what’s necessary again. Marcus backed toward the door. Guards. The door burst open. Six wolves in royal guard uniforms flooded in, but they didn’t restrain Marcus. They surrounded Damian, weapons drawn.
What are you doing? Damian’s voice carried the weight of alpha command, but the guards didn’t flinch. Didn’t submit. Your command doesn’t work on wolves who’ve taken Wolf Spain, Marcus said pleasantly. I’ve been preparing them for months, loyal to me, not your bloodline. Damian’s hand tightened on his sword. You think you can take my throne? I think I already have.
Marcus pulled a silver whistle from his pocket and blew three sharp notes. That’s the signal for the emergency council meeting. They’re gathering now. And when I tell them their alpha king has been compromised by a mate bond with a convicted murderer, when I show them how you’ve been behaving erratically, abandoning your chosen bride at the altar, destroying ceremonial halls, he smiled.
They’ll agree you’re unfit to rule. They’ll never accept you as king. They will because I’ve been building this coalition for years. Alpha Thorn of Silver Crest, the Eastern Lords, even your own council members. They all believe you’ve gone mad.” Marcus gestured and the guards closed in. “Take him to the dungeon.
The irony is just too delicious to resist.” Damian fought. His sword sang as it cleared the scabbard, and the first guard went down with a slash across the chest. But there were too many, and they’d been trained specifically to fight an alpha. Silver nets tangled his limbs. Wolf’s bane darts punctured his skin, weakening his wolf.
As they dragged him from the study, Marcus called after him. Oh, and Damian, I’ve ordered your mate’s execution. Dawn tomorrow. I’d invite you to watch, but you’ll be a bit tied up. The North Tower room’s door burst open. Isa jerked awake, heart hammering. But it wasn’t guards coming to kill her. It was Princess Lyanna, breathless and wildeyed. We have to go now.
What’s happening? Marcus staged a coup. He’s taken the throne and imprisoned Damian. Lyanna grabbed Eela’s arm, pulling her out of bed. He’s ordered your execution at dawn. We have maybe an hour before guards come for you. The mate bond suddenly flared to life. pain, rage, desperation flooding through it. Isa gasped, one hand flying to her chest.
Damian is in the dungeon where you spent three years. Lyanna pressed a cloak into Isla’s hands. I’m sorry. I know you have no reason to trust any of us, but I can’t let Marcus kill you both. My mother believed in you. That has to mean something. Isa stared at the princess, then at the silver cuff still locked around her wrists.
Even if we run, where would we go? I’m still suppressed. I’m weak. I can’t. There are safe houses in the city. Wolves loyal to the crown. We’ll hide you until what? Until Marcus finds me and kills me anyway. Isa pulled away. No. If he’s going to execute me at dawn, then I have one night. One night to make things right. What are you talking about? I’m talking about saving your brother.
Isa moved to the window. The palace dungeons were below ground on the far side of the complex, heavily guarded, impossible to reach. But she’d survived 3 years in hell. What was impossible to someone who’d already died and come back. You want to break into the dungeon? Lyanna stared at her. That’s suicide. Then I’ll die doing something that matters instead of running like a coward. Isa met her eyes.
Your mother spent three months training me, teaching me things about this palace, about wolf politics, about power. She told me once that real strength isn’t what you’re born with, it’s what you’re willing to sacrifice. She touched the silver cuffs. These need to come off. If I remove those, you could die.
Your wolf’s been suppressed for 3 years. The shock of her returning could could kill me. I know. Isa held out her hands. Do it anyway. Lyanna hesitated. Then she pulled a key from her pocket. The same key the dungeon master had once carried. My mother would have liked you. The cuffs fell away. For a moment, nothing happened.
Then pain exploded through Eela’s body like lightning through her veins. She collapsed, biting back a scream. Her wolf surged forward after three years of enforced silence, wild and furious and different. This wasn’t the small omega wolf she remembered. This was something vast, something powerful. Silver light burst from her skin, so bright Lyanna stumbled back with a cry.
What’s happening? Isa didn’t know. Her wolf was there, yes, but it was as if she’d been sleeping, and now she was finally waking up. Power flooded through her. Not the limited strength of an omega, but something that made the air crackle around her. “You’re glowing,” Lyanna whispered. Isa looked down at her hands. Silver light danced across her skin.
“The same color as moonlight. The same color as Lunaborn,” she breathed. Your mother said I might be. That’s why she was training me. Luniborn wolves were rare, one in a generation, maybe less. They could match an alpha’s strength, heal with a touch, command loyalty without force. Queens and priestesses had been Lunaborn, warriors and advisers.
But EA had thought it was just a legend, a story. Marcus knew, EA said, understanding clicking into place. That’s why he had to destroy me. Not just because I could identify him as the killer, but because a Lunaborn wolf could challenge his claim to power. Then let’s use that power to save my brother. Lyanna’s jaw set. I’ll show you the secret passages.
But Isa, if we do this, you’re not just saving him. You’re declaring yourself part of this fight. Marcus will never stop hunting you. Good. Isla’s wolf rumbled inside her, eager for blood. Let him come. The dungeon was exactly as Isa remembered, dark, cold, wreaking of despair and old blood. But this time, she wasn’t the one in chains.
She moved through the shadows like water, Lyanna at her side. The princess knew every secret passage in the palace their mother had taught her, preparing her for exactly this kind of emergency. Guards patrolled the corridors, but they were looking for prisoners trying to escape, not intruders breaking in. Isa and Lyanna slipped past them like ghosts.
The mate Bond pulled her forward, stronger now without the silver cuffs. She could feel Damian clearly, his pain, his rage, his guilt. He was close. They turned a corner and there, the last cell. Damian hung from silver chains just as she had. His back was striped with fresh lash marks. His head hung forward, dark hair matted with blood. “Oh gods,” Lyanna breathed.
But Isla was already moving. Her hands closed around the silver chains, and she pulled. The metal glowed under her touch, heating from silver to white hot. It shattered. She caught Damen as he fell, lowering him to the ground. “I’ve got you.” His eyes opened, unfocused. Isa, I’m here. You shouldn’t be. It’s a trap. Marcus, I know.
Lyanna told me everything. Isa pressed her glowing hand to the worst of his wounds. Healing energy flowed from her, knitting flesh, mending bone. Can you stand? You’re glowing. He stared at her like he was seeing her for the first time. Your wolf is done hiding. Isa helped him to his feet. We need to move.
Can you? The cell door exploded inward. Marcus stood in the corridor, flanked by two dozen guards. His smile was pure venom. Well, well, the little Omega grew some teeth. I was never an Omega. Isa stepped in front of Damian, power crackling around her fingers. Your mistake. No, my dear. Your mistake was coming here. Marcus gestured and the guards raised crossbows loaded with silver tipped bolts.
I was going to give you a clean death at dawn. Now, now I’ll make it hurt. The mate Bond suddenly flared between Isa and Damian. She felt his wolf rise to meet hers, felt their power intertwining, merging. Silver and gold light exploded around them, so bright it was blinding. When the light faded, Marcus had staggered back, his face pale with shock. “Impossible,” he whispered.
“The convergence hasn’t happened in three centuries.” Isa felt it, too. The way her power and Damians had fused into something greater than either could achieve alone. Their wolves weren’t just mates. They were two halves of a whole, perfectly balanced, perfectly matched. You two are a sovereign pair, Marcus breathed.
A true alpha king and Luna Queen. Damian’s hand found Isa’s. Their fingers intertwined and power surged through the bond. You should have killed us when you had the chance. Oh, I plan to. Marcus’ shock hardened into determination. A sovereign pair hasn’t ruled in centuries for a reason. They’re too powerful, too dangerous. The other kingdoms will fear you.
They’ll unite against you, and I’ll be right there, waiting to pick up the pieces. He raised his hand. Kill them both. The guards fired, but EA and Damian moved as one, their merged power, forming a shield that sent the silver bolts ricocheting harmlessly away. They were no longer two separate wolves fighting alone.
They were something ancient, something unstoppable. They were vengeance made flesh, and Marcus’ coup had just become a death sentence. If you’re still listening to this story up to this point, why don’t you subscribe to this channel to continue getting impactful daily stories like this? We would be most grateful if you can do that to help boost this video to reach everyone.
Thank you. Chapter 4. The Thornwood Forest had always been considered cursed. Too dark, the old wolves said, too quiet. Trees that grew twisted and wrong, their branches forming shapes that looked almost like grasping hands. No prey lived in Thornwood. No birds sang. It was the perfect place to hide. Isa pressed her back against the rough bark of an ancient oak, her breath coming in short gasps.
They’d been running for hours, ever since they’d fought their way out of the dungeon. The convergence had given them power, enough to break through Marcus’ guards, but it had also left them drained. This new bond between them was raw, untested, like trying to wield a sword they’d never held before. We need to rest.
Damen leaned against a tree across from her, his face pale. Blood still stained his shirt from the torture Marcus had inflicted, just for a few minutes. Isa nodded, sliding down to sit at the base of the oak. Through the mate bond, she could feel his exhaustion mirroring her own. But she could also feel something else.
A well of power they’d barely tapped into. The convergence wasn’t just making them stronger. It was making them something entirely new. “What did Marcus mean?” she asked quietly. “About the sovereign pair?” Damian was silent for a long moment. Then he settled beside her. Close enough that their shoulders touched. It’s an old legend.
Ancient really. Every few centuries, true mates are born who aren’t just compatible. They’re complimentary. An alpha king and a Luna queen whose powers don’t just coexist, but merge. They can share consciousness, strength, abilities. Together, they’re supposed to be unstoppable. Supposed to be.
The last sovereign pair lived 300 years ago. They united the waring packs and brought peace to the kingdom. He paused. Then they went mad with power and tried to conquer the neighboring territories. It took five packs working together to bring them down. Isa’s stomach tightened. So, we’re prophesied to either save the kingdom or destroy it, according to legend.
Damian turned to look at her, and in the dim light filtering through the twisted branches, his eyes were shadowed. I don’t put much stock in prophecies. You should. I’m seeing things I shouldn’t be able to see. Isa held up her hand, watching silver light dance across her palm. Luniborn wolves are supposed to have gifts.
Healing, yes, but also the sight. Visions of the past and future. Your mother told me about it, but I thought she trailed off. I thought it was just a story. Can you control it? I don’t know. It comes and goes. She let her hand drop. Right now, I can feel your exhaustion like it’s my own. I can feel the wound on your shoulder that hasn’t fully healed.
And I can feel She stopped, heat rising in her cheeks. Feel what? Your guilt. The words came out soft. It’s eating you alive. Damian flinched. He looked away, jaw tight. I condemned you without a trial. I let you rot in that dungeon for 3 years. I let my men torture you. What I feel doesn’t matter.
Nothing I do can make that right. No, Isa agreed. It can’t. The silence stretched between them, heavy and painful. My mother died in my arms, Damen said finally. I was supposed to be on patrol that night, but I came back early. I heard her screaming. By the time I broke down the study door, she was already dying. You were there, covered in her blood, holding the dagger. His voice cracked.
I couldn’t think, couldn’t breathe. All I could see was her blood and your face. So, I did what seemed right in that moment. I made you pay for my pain. I know. I’m sorry. The words came out raw. I know it’s not enough. I know sorry doesn’t give you back 3 years of your life.
But I need you to know if I could go back. If I could change it. But you can’t. Isa turned to face him. We can’t change the past. Damian, we can only decide what we do next. And what do you want to do? She should hate him. Every instinct scream that she should push him away. Reject the bond. let him drown in his guilt.
But through the convergence, she felt the truth of his remorse. Felt the way it had been destroying him even before he knew she was innocent. And beneath that, she felt something else, something neither of them wanted to acknowledge yet. “I want to stop Marcus,” she said. “I want to clear my name and make him pay for what he did to your mother, to me, to everyone he’s hurt.” She met his eyes.
and then then we’ll figure out what we are to each other. Damian reached out slowly, giving her time to pull away. When she didn’t, his hand cupped her cheek. You’re my mate. That’s not something we need to figure out. Being mates doesn’t mean we have to be together. But even as she said it, the bond pulled between them, aching with want. No, he agreed.
It doesn’t. But Isla, I want to be. Not because fate decided it. Not because of some ancient prophecy, but because when I look at you, I see someone stronger than anyone I’ve ever known. Someone who survived hell and came out still fighting. His thumb brushed across her cheekbone. You’re magnificent. The words hit her harder than any blow.
She’d spent 3 years in darkness, believing she was nothing, worthless, a mistake that deserved to be erased. “I’m scared,” she whispered. “Of me! Of this? Of being a Luna queen? Of being part of a sovereign pair that might go mad and destroy everything.” She laughed, but it came out broken.
“I’m just a healer from a nothing pack. I’m not your Lunaborn. You survived three years of torture. You broke into a dungeon to save the man who condemned you. Damian’s other hand found hers, their fingers intertwining. If anyone can handle this, it’s you.” The bond flared between them, warm and bright. Isa felt his certainty.
His faith in her, and it made her chest ache. Before she could second guessess herself, she leaned forward and kissed him. It was soft at first, tentative, but then the convergence ignited, and suddenly she was drowning in sensation, his desire mixed with hers, his relief and hope, and desperate need tangling with her own emotions until she couldn’t tell where she ended. And he began.
When they finally pulled apart, both breathing hard, silver and gold light danced around them. “We should practice,” Damian said, his voice rough. If we’re going to take back the throne, we need to understand this power. Isa nodded, not quite trusting her voice. They spent the next hour experimenting with the convergence.
Isa discovered she could channel Damian’s alpha command. When she spoke with it, the trees around them bent as if bowing. Damian found he could access her healing abilities, mending a gash on his arm with just a touch. But it was exhausting. The power flowed through them like water through a sie. Powerful but uncontrolled.
They’d need time to master it. Time they didn’t have. As night fell completely, they heard someone approaching through the forest. Damian was on his feet instantly, positioning himself between Isa and the sound. But then a familiar voice called out, “Brother, if you kill me, Isa won’t get the evidence I risked my life to steal.
” Princess Lyanna emerged from the shadows, her dress torn and dirty, her blonde hair tangled with leaves. She carried a leather satchel that she dropped at Damian’s feet. “Financial records,” she said breathlessly. “Seven years of embezzlement. Marcus has been stealing from the treasury since before father died.” “And there’s more names.
every wolf who’s been helping him, council members, pack alphas, even some of the royal guard. Damian knelt and opened the satchel. In the moonlight, Isa saw pages and pages of documentation. Proof, evidence that Marcus had been planning this coup for years. “Where did you get this?” Damen asked. “From Marcus’s private study.
He kept everything. I think he’s arrogant enough to believe he’d never be caught.” Lyanna looked at EA. There’s something else. Documents about you. Medical records from the dungeon. Orders Marcus gave personally to keep you weak. To torture you. To ensure your wolf never surfaced. Her voice hardened. He knew what you were. He was terrified of you.
Good, Eiza said softly. He should be. A branch snapped nearby. All three of them tensed. But then another figure stepped into the clearing. Lady Saraphina. She looked nothing like the perfect bride from the failed ceremony. Her elaborate dress was gone, replaced by simple traveling clothes. Her hair hung loose around her shoulders and her eyes.
They were haunted. “Don’t kill me,” she said quickly, hands raised. “Please, I need to tell you something.” “You sided with Marcus,” Damen growled. You’re lucky I don’t rip your throat out right now. He threatened to kill my brother. Saraphina’s voice cracked. Callen is only 12. Marcus said if I didn’t go along with the engagement, if I didn’t help him, he’d stage an accident.
Make it look like Ken drowned or fell from a cliff. Tears streamed down her face. I’m sorry. I know it doesn’t excuse what I did, but I was trying to protect him. Isa felt the truth of her words through her Luna senses. She’s telling the truth. I came to warn you, Saraphina continued.
Marcus is planning to attack during the blood moon 3 days from now. He’s been studying dark magic, old rituals that are supposed to amplify a wolf’s power. During the blood moon, with the right sacrifice, he thinks he can match even a sovereign pair. What sacrifice? Isla’s blood ran cold. A royal bloodline. Saraphina looked at Damian. He’s planning to kill Lyanna.
Her blood spilled during the blood moon will give him the power he needs to destroy you both. Lyanna pald. Damen’s hand found his sister’s shoulder, pulling her close. There’s more. Saraphina whispered. I overheard him talking to his inner circle. He said something strange. He said he should have been king by right of birth, that his father stole his birthright.
His father? Damian frowned. Marcus’s father was a warrior who died in the border wars. No. The word came from Eela’s lips, but it wasn’t her voice. It was distant, echoing, as if coming from somewhere far away. Silver light burst from her eyes as the sight took hold. No, that’s a lie. She could see it now, vivid as if she was standing there 28 years ago.
The former alpha king, Damian’s father, and a servant girl. Secret meetings, a forbidden affair, and then a child, a bastard son who was hidden away, given to a loyal warrior to raise as his own. Marcus, he’s your half-brother. Isa breathed, the vision fading. Your father’s first born. born six months before you were.
He believes the throne should have been his.” Damian staggered back as if she’d struck him. “That’s impossible. Your father hid it. He knew that having an illegitimate heir would cause chaos, so he paid off the mother, gave the child to a trusted friend, and pretended it never happened.” Isa’s voice was her own again, but the knowledge remained.
Marcus grew up knowing he was the true firstborn. That’s why he killed your father 5 years ago. Poison in his wine and then your mother when she got too close to the truth. My father. Damian’s face was ashen. He died of natural causes. The healers said the healers were wrong or paid to lie. Eisela took his hand. I’m sorry.
For a long moment, no one spoke. Then Damian’s expression hardened into something cold and dangerous. Three days, he said. We have three days to gather loyal packs, build an army, and take back the throne. He looked at Lyanna. Send word to every pack that stayed loyal. Tell them what Marcus is. Tell them about the sovereign pair.
Tell them we’re coming for our kingdom. Lyanna nodded and disappeared back into the forest. Damian turned to Saraphina. You’re risking your life being here. If Marcus finds out, “I know, but I won’t stand by while he murders children and steals thrones.” Saraphina squared her shoulders. I’ll return to the palace. Feed you information. Help where I can.
Thank you. After Saraphina left, Isela and Damian were alone again. She could feel his turmoil through the bond. Grief for his father. Rage at Marcus. Fear for what was coming. “We can do this,” she said quietly. “Together. We’re strong enough. Are we?” He looked down at their joined hands. “What if the prophecy is right? What if we win? But then we become the monsters.
Then we’ll face that when it comes. Right now, we focus on stopping Marcus. Isa squeezed his hand, one battle at a time. They spent the next two days gathering forces. Loyal packs came out of hiding. Wolves who’d refused to bend the knee to Marcus, who’d been waiting for their true king to return. The army grew slowly, but it grew.
Still, Marcus’ forces outnumbered them 3 to one. On the morning of the blood moon, Isa and Damian stood at the edge of Thornwood Forest, looking toward the palace in the distance. Behind them, their small army waited. 200 wolves against Marcus’ 600. Ready? Damian asked. Isa felt the mate Bond thrumming between them. The convergence waiting to be unleashed.
Ready? They marched on the palace. Marcus was waiting for them at the gates, and in his arms, a blade of pure silver pressed to her throat, was Princess Lyanna. “Welcome home, brother,” Marcus called out, though I’m afraid your homecoming will be short-lived. He pressed the blade harder, and Lyanna whimpered as blood welled. “Here’s my offer.
Reject the mate bond. Denounce your claim to the throne. Bend the knee and swear feelalty to me. Do that and I’ll let your sister live. Don’t do it, Lyanna gasped. He’ll kill me anyway. Marcus backhanded her, and she went silent. Rage exploded through the mate bond. Isa felt Damen’s wolf howling for blood, felt his desperation in fear and fury.
She felt her own power rising in answer, silver light crackling around her fingers. “You have 60 seconds to decide,” Marcus said, his smile cruel. “Sc.” And then I cut her throat and water the ground with royal blood. What will it be, Damian? Your throne or your sister? Damian’s hand found Isa’s. And together they made their choice.
If you’re still listening to this story up to this point, why don’t you subscribe to this channel to continue getting impactful daily stories like this. We would be most grateful if you can do that to help boost this video to reach everyone. Thank you. Chapter 5. The blood moon hung in the sky like a wound, bleeding red light across the palace grounds.
Damian’s wolf howled inside him, demanding he tear Marcus apart. But the silver blade pressed to Lyanna’s throat kept him frozen. Caught between duty to his kingdom and love for his sister. 50 seconds, Marcus called out, his smile widening. Tick-tock, brother. Then Isela stepped forward.
Silver light blazed around her so bright that wolves in both armies shielded their eyes. Her Luna power surged to the surface. And when she spoke, her voice carried the weight of ancient authority. Trial by combat, she declared, “As is the right of any wolf who challenges for the throne. You claim you should be king, Marcus.
Then prove it. Alpha against alpha. Winner takes the throne.” Marcus stared at her, then laughed. You think I’m afraid of fighting him? I think you’re a coward who hides behind hostages. Isa’s eyes blazed silver. Accept the challenge or admit you know you’d lose. The gathered wolves murmured. She’d trapped him neatly.
If Marcus refused, he’d look weak before hundreds of witnesses. If he accepted, he’d have to release Lyanna. Marcus’s smile turned cruel. Very well, I accept. He shoved Lyanna forward, and she stumbled into the arms of their loyal guards. Though you’ve just sentenced your mate to death, little Luna, I’ve been training for years, learning techniques, dark magics, ancient fighting styles.
Your precious sovereign bond won’t save him, won’t it? Isa moved to stand beside Damian, and their hands joined. Power crackled between them. Gold and silver light intertwining. You’re about to find out. The ceremonial combat circle was ancient, a ring of standing stones that had witnessed challenges for a thousand years.
Paclaw stated that whatever happened within the circle was binding. The winner would be recognized as the rightful alpha king. Damian and Eiza entered the circle together. Marcus entered alone. Only one alpha can stand in the ring, Marcus protested. She’s my Luna queen. Damian’s voice carried across the silent crowd. We are a sovereign pair.
Where I stand, she stands. That’s pack law, too. The elder who served as judge for the trial nodded slowly. The law permits it. The combat may begin. Marcus shifted first. His wolf was massive, black as midnight, with eyes that glowed red in the blood moon’s light. Dark magic rolled off him in waves.
He’d been preparing for this, using forbidden rituals to enhance his strength. When he lunged, he moved faster than any normal wolf should. Damian shifted to meet him, his alpha wolf, silver gray and powerful. They collided in a clash of fangs and claws that sent shock waves through the circle. Isa stayed in human form, but her Luna power flowed into Damian through their bond.
She could feel every blow he took, every wound Marcus inflicted, and she fed him strength, healing, endurance. They fought as one. When Marcus fainted left, Isa sensed the deception through their connection and warned Damian. When Damian tired, she poured energy into him through the mate bond. They anticipated each other perfectly, moving in sync like a single organism.
But Marcus was stronger than they’d anticipated. Dark magic enhanced his speed, his strength, his healing. Every wound Damian inflicted closed almost instantly. And worse, the magic seemed to be draining Damian’s energy, siphoning it away with each blow. “Blood moon rituals,” Isla realized with horror. He’s using the moon’s power to fuel his magic.
Marcus’ wolf lunged, jaws closing around Damian’s throat. Damian tried to throw him off, but the dark magic held him pinned. Blood sprayed across the ancient stones. No. Isa felt Damian’s life force weakening through their bond. Felt his wolf struggling. Not like this. She stepped forward into the circle center and the convergence exploded.
Silver light burst from her body, so bright it turned night to day. She shifted, but her wolf was unlike anything the gathered packs had ever seen. Pure white, wreathed in moonlight, eyes blazing with Luna power. Marcus released Damian in shock. What? Isa’s wolf slammed into him. And suddenly, it wasn’t just Damian fighting anymore.
It was both of them, their wolves moving in perfect synchronization. Where Damian attacked high, Isa struck low. When Marcus tried to counter, they were already somewhere else, anticipating his moves before he made them. The sovereign pair, fighting as one. Marcus’ confidence crumbled. He’d prepared to fight one alpha, not two souls sharing a single deadly intent.
Blood matted his dark fur. His movements grew sluggish. Then he shifted back to human form, hands raised in surrender. Wait, he gasped. Kill me and hundreds die. Damian and Isa shifted back as well, both breathing hard. What are you talking about? The palace water supply. Marcus’ smile was bloody.
I poisoned it three days ago. Wolf’s bane, night shade, and a few other ingredients. By dawn, everyone who drank from it will be dead. Guards, servants, nobles, hundreds of wolves. He laughed. The antidote is hidden. Only I know where. Kill me. And they all die screaming. Horror rippled through the watching crowd.
Wolves who drunk from the palace water looked at each other in fear. But Isla’s Luna senses were already reaching out, feeling the truth of his words. She could sense the poison. Yes, it was there spreading through the water system, but she could also sense something else. You’re lying, she said quietly. There is no antidote. You never made one.
Marcus’ smile faltered. But I can purify the water. Isa turned to Damian. My Luna healing. If I can reach the source, I can cleanse it. Drive the poison out. That much poison. Damian’s eyes widened. It would drain you completely. It could kill you. Then it kills me. She gripped his hands. I won’t let hundreds die because of his twisted games. No.
Damian’s voice was fierce. We do this together through the bond. I’ll give you my strength. The trial can wait. He looked at Marcus. You stay here. If you try to run, my wolves will tear you apart. Slowly they ran. The palace water source was deep underground, a natural spring that fed into the palace reservoir.
By the time they reached it, Isa could smell the poison, acrid and wrong, corrupting the pure water. She knelt at the spring’s edge and plunged her hands in. The poison fought her. It was infused with dark magic designed to resist healing. But Isa’s Luna power was older. deeper. She pulled the corruption into herself, filtering it through her body, purifying it with moonlight and will.
It hurt gods. It hurt like drinking liquid silver, like burning from the inside out. Through the bond, she felt Damian drop to his knees behind her, felt his hands grip her shoulders, and then his alpha strength poured into her. Raw, powerful, limitless. Together, they were enough. The water began to clear.
The poison dissolved, purified, rendered harmless. But the cost was brutal. Isa’s vision darkened at the edges. Her wolf whimpered, exhausted beyond measure. Almost there, Damen gasped. Hold on. One final push, one last surge of power, and then the water ran clear and pure, the poison completely gone.
Isa collapsed backward into Damian’s arms. The last thing she heard before darkness claimed her was his voice, desperate and broken. Stay with me. Please, Isela, stay with me. She woke three days later to sunlight and the smell of Jasmine. Damian sat beside the bed, his hand wrapped around hers. He looked terrible, gaunt, and holloweyed, like he hadn’t slept since they’d collapsed.
But when her eyes opened, relief transformed his face. You’re awake. His voice cracked. Thank the gods. You’re awake. Marcus, she whispered. Dead. When we didn’t return from purifying the water, he tried to escape. My wolves hunted him down. Damian’s jaw tightened. Before he died, he said, he said he did all of this because he wanted to matter.
Because he loved our father and hated him in equal measure. He wanted to be acknowledged, to be chosen. His eyes grew distant. In the end, it wasn’t really about the throne. It was about a child who’d been abandoned and grew into a monster. I’m sorry. Don’t be. He made his choices.
Damian lifted her hand to his lips. How do you feel? Like I purified enough poison to kill an army. She managed a weak smile, but alive. We saved them. All of them. Not a single death from the poison. His thumb traced circles on her palm. The kingdom knows what you did, what we did together. They’re calling us saviors. We just did what needed to be done.
That’s what makes you a true queen. Over the next few days, Isela’s strength returned. The kingdom celebrated their victory. Banquetss, ceremonies, proclamations. Lady Saraphina publicly apologized and offered genuine alliance. The council formally recognized Ela as Luna Queen and cleared her name of all charges.
But the moment that mattered most came quietly in the palace gardens where the former Luna Queen had once taught Eisela about healing. They held a memorial service. Just family and close friends. Princess Lyanna spoke about her mother’s wisdom. Damian shared memories of her kindness. And then EA stepped forward.
The queen’s final words to me were about the future, she said softly. She told me she saw something in me, potential I didn’t see in myself. She said I would be a great Luna one day, that I would protect her son when she couldn’t. Tears slipped down Eyesless cheeks. I failed her for three years. But I won’t fail her again. I promise you, Helena.
I’ll be the Luna you believed I could be. Marcus’ co-conspirators were tried. Some were sentenced to imprisonment. Others who’d been coerced like Saraphina were shown mercy. Damian proved himself to be a king who valued justice over vengeance. And Princess Lyanna was named Beta, the first female Beta in the kingdom’s history. She accepted with quiet pride.
Finally, on the first new moon after the blood moon, Damian and EA held their mating ceremony. This time, there was no political maneuvering, no reluctant bride, just two people who’d been through hell together and come out stronger. Isa wore a simple gown of silver silk. Damian wore his ceremonial robes, but his eyes were only for her.
When they spoke their vows, promising to stand together, to trust each other, to build a kingdom worthy of their people, the mate bond blazed bright enough to light the ceremonial hall. And when they kissed, sealing the bond permanently, the gathered wolves erupted in cheers. Two weeks later, Isa stood on the palace balcony beside Damian, looking out at their united kingdom.
They were about to address the assembled packs, a formal declaration of their intentions as rulers, their vision for the future. But Eisa’s hand had drifted to her stomach. She’d felt it this morning. A tiny flutter of life, barely there, new, precious, impossible to miss for a Lunaborn wolf with healing senses. Through the mate bond, Damian felt her realization.
His hand covered hers, and his face transformed with wonder and joy. “Really?” he whispered. “Really?” he pulled her close, burying his face in her hair. A child. Our child. The sovereign pair’s first heir. Isa smiled against his chest. Your mother would have been so happy. She would have loved you. He pressed a kiss to her forehead just like I do. The words were simple.
But they held everything. Forgiveness, trust, hope, love, all the things they’d fought for and won together. They stepped forward to address their kingdom, hands joined, the future growing inside Eel like a promise. In the crowd below, no one noticed the hooded figure standing at the back. She was young, maybe 19 or 20, with dark hair and Marcus’ cold eyes.
She’d traveled for weeks to get here, following rumors of her father’s death. Now she watched the sovereign pair watched them celebrate their victory and fury burned in her chest. They’d killed him, destroyed everything he’d built, taken what should have been his by right, what should have been hers. She’d been hidden away her entire life.
Marcus’ secret weapon, trained in the same dark magics he’d mastered, waiting for the day he’d call her home to help claim the throne. That day would never come now. But revenge, revenge she could still have. The hooded woman turned and slipped through the crowd like smoke. No one saw her leave.
No one knew she’d been there at all. But as she disappeared into the forest beyond the capital, she whispered a promise to the wind. I’m coming for you, sovereign pair, for my father, for my birthright. And when I’m done, your kingdom will burn. The moon hung full and bright overhead, witnessing the vow. And in the palace, Eiza suddenly shivered, her Luna senses prickling with warning.
She looked out at the forest, searching for a threat she could feel but not see. “What is it?” Damen asked. “I don’t know.” She pressed closer to him, one hand still protective over her stomach. “But something’s coming. I can feel it.” Then we’ll face it. He wrapped his arm around her. Together. Always together. The crowd cheered as their alpha king and Luna queen stood united, strong, and unbreakable.
They’d survived betrayal, torture, and war. They’d become a sovereign pair and saved their kingdom. But in the shadows, a new enemy watched and waited. And the real battle had only just begun. The end. Though Isla and Damian had won their throne and their happiness, destiny was far from finished with the sovereign pair, Marcus’ daughter would return, bringing with her secrets that would shake the very foundation of their kingdom.
