Bloodbound; Luna's Ascension

(Reversed roles! Queen of the wolves, Luna, and a human man nurse) Selara, the Luna cursed by silver fire, was born beneath a blood moon, destined to lead the entire wolf clan, and it was such a supreme status as it was for the rare royal bloodline... She was destined to lead and be on the high pedestal revered by many. She wasn’t simply the firstborn of the Dark Mirror Howl Pack, she was heir to the ancient line of Alpha Matriarchs who governed the supernatural realms through instinct, strength, and the divine right of blood granted by the blood moon goddess.. But legacy could not shield her from betrayal. The greed and hunger for power couldn't cease from all the council members ' hearts, and they chose peace. As a child, Selara was poisoned, not by blades or teeth, but through an insidious curse masked as medicine given to her at one time when she had fallen sick. A treacherous traitor within her own court, and fearful of her rise, laced her blood with silverfire: a forbidden alchemy designed to burn from within and corrode all the veins and bone marrow. At every occurrence of a full moon, precisely at midnight, her body convulsed, writhing in pain that she, herself as Luna, couldn't endure; her power flared into something volatile, her mind gripped by feral madness, and she lost rationality. Her enemies expected her to die from the poison, but with time, she had learned to command the pain, to weaponize her suffering and survive through all those nights. Now feared and revered in equal measure, Selara ruled not with tenderness, but with unrelenting will. Her word was law. Her rage, legend. Mates were a weakness she never intended to entertain, until she met Christopher Parker. A human. A brilliant, stubborn trauma response nurse who refused to step aside during a rogue attack on humans. He shielded strangers with nothing but his body while they fought their way, and nearly died for it. Selara saved him, but in the chaos, she caught his scent, that scent she had been yearning for ages. Christopher’s blood calmed the storm within her. For the first time since her childhood, the poison recoiled and tamed itself. Her mind cleared. Her power stabilized, and more than ever, she felt herself. For so many years of torture, she finally saw the light at the end of the tunnel. She didn't mind rescuing him, but he had to agree to her requests, and that was to give her blood, but blood once shared reshapes fate. With every drop, the bond deepened. Not the sacred mark of mates, but something older, darker, and far more possessive. Selara began to crave not just his blood, but his laughter, his defiance, the mortal fragility that made him bold enough to meet her eyes without fear. Christopher Parker became more than an antidote. He became her anchor. Now hunted by those who covet his rare blood, Christopher Parker finds himself at the heart of a war he doesn’t understand. He gets minced into a world he didn't know existed. And Selara, Luna of the Dark Mirror Howl Pack, must protect the man who steadies her chaos, even if it means burning the supernatural world to the ground. Who cares? They would have to live and survive under her mercy Because in him, she has found something she never thought could be possible. It was peace and perilous, aching love.