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"A Rejected Omega, A Dark Alpha Prince and their twisted dangerous fate." Amelie Conley, the eldest daughter of a revered Alpha family, was once expected to carry on her family’s proud legacy. However, when she turned sixteen, she failed to awaken her wolf, which made her earn the scornful title—the Curse of the Conley Family. At eighteen, she found her destined mate and carried his child, believing she had finally been given a chance at happiness. But when she rushed to share the news, she found him in a compromising position with her younger sister, Flora. Betrayal cut deeper than any wound, but the final blow came when he rejected her without hesitation, declaring Flora as his true mate. Shunned and heartbroken, Amelie made the painful decision to leave her pack for the sake of her unborn child. But just as she tried to escape, she was ambushed—hunted down like prey. Desperate to protect herself and the life growing inside her, Amelie fled to save herself and her unborn child, only to collapse into the arms of an enigmatic stranger—Gabriel Sinclair. Gabriel was no ordinary man. He was the Alpha Prince, a name feared across the nation. For twelve long years, he had scoured the lands for his mate, only to find nothing. He had convinced himself that the Moon Goddess despised him, just as his own mother had. But the moment he laid eyes on Amelie, everything changed. "You were marked, weren't you?" His voice dropped, edged with something dangerously close to possession as his gaze met hers, demanding the truth.  The question left Amelie in a dilemma. She didn't wish to tell him the truth. "I am not an ordinary wolf, Amelie. Who the fuck marked you before me?" Gabriel voiced in a possessive yet intimidating tone.  Amelie didn’t know that the man, who saved her was none other than the infamous Dark Tyrant—the Alpha Prince, Gabriel Sinclair, whose intentions were still unknown to her. ~~~~ **The Story is a pure fiction. Names and places have nothing to do with anyone in real life.** Follow me on Instagram: rayoflight__pcy

Cora has spent her life running. From the orphanage that broke her, from the memories that haunt her, and from the cold, hard reality of being alone. She survives by being invisible, by never looking too closely at the darkness that lurks at the edges of her world. But then she sees something she shouldn’t In an instant, her life of shadows is shattered. She’s violently abducted, dragged into his world of ancient secrets where she is nothing more than his pawn. He locks her away in his lavish estateHe’s cruel, controlling, and the source of a terrifying, unwanted attraction that makes her body betray her at every turn. Cora knows she should hate him, should fear the monster who holds her captive. Yet, a dark part of her craves the danger he represents. Forced to navigate his world, Cora begins to uncover a power within herself—a power that makes her not just a pawn in his game, but the key to winning it. She thought she was running from her past. She's about to discover she was running from her destiny all along.

Jade Morrison never wanted to be special. While her social-climbing sister watched the annual Academy Lottery like it was the Super Bowl, Jade was content managing her late-night shifts at the campus café and avoiding anything that smelled like ambition. Then her name flashes across every screen in the nation—she's this year's lottery winner, chosen to attend Regency Academy, where tuition costs more than most people's houses and the student body reads like a Forbes 30 Under 30 list. Before Jade can pack her thrift store wardrobe, she's thrust into a glittering world of designer uniforms, political intrigue, and students who treat million-dollar galas like casual Fridays. Any hope of surviving unnoticed dies spectacularly on Day One when she crashes into Crown Prince Alexander Rothschild—literally—drenching his custom suit in cheap coffee. Alex, the ice-cold future king who's never forgiven anyone for anything, declares war. But he's not her only problem. There's Dante Morelli, the Italian duke's son and campus heartthrob who finds her refreshing honesty irresistible. Kieran Zhang, the tech billionaire's heir and resident genius who discovers she's the only person who challenges his intellect. And Ezra Knight, the mysterious scholarship student with secrets darker than her own, who recognizes a fellow outsider. When Jade uncovers that her lottery selection wasn't random—that she's connected to a scandal that could topple kingdoms—she becomes the target of a conspiracy that wants her silenced. Permanently. As assassination attempts escalate and hearts entangle, Jade must decide: run back to her safe, small life, or stand her ground and claim her place among the elite, even if it means breaking every rule—and falling for four princes who were never supposed to be hers.

The first rule of Duskwind Academy is: never look the Alphas in the eyes. I broke it. Now four of them want me… and the everyone else wants me dead. ______ The werewolf world is falling apart. Packs are crumbling under the rule of corrupt elites, and the Moon Goddess has only one last gamble to restore balance: gifting humans with the wolf’s power. The Moon-Blessed are her chosen saviors, whether they want it or not. Heidi Remington never asked for this fate. Human-born, unwanted, and dropped into Duskwind Pack territory, she’s treated as little more than a servant. Survival is now her only goal. But Duskwind Academy is a battlefield where dominance means everything. And the moment Heidi’s gaze collides with the four untouchable Alpha heirs, everything changes. Why would four Alphas want a nobody like her? Why would they even feel the bond at all? And Heidi? She wasn’t supposed to want them back. Now she’s caught in the deadly pull of four possessive Alphas who refuse to let go. Which Alpha gets the girl? Will she survive the target they've painted on her back? But most especially, will she survive their maddening obsession and rivalry?

As the only Omega heir of the Four Fang Alliance, Nani Hirunkit is untouchable-protected by power, intelligence, and the unwavering loyalty of his Alpha friends. He doesn't need a mate. He doesn't want one. But his mere existence draws the eyes of every Alpha who dares to claim him. Yet amidst the growing tension, one presence unsettles him the most-a wolf unlike any he has ever encountered. Powerful. Unyielding. Dangerous. Sky Wongravee. Their paths were never meant to cross, yet fate has other plans. Because for the first time, Nani's wolf recognizes a mate. And this time, running may not be an option.

Blood curling screams echo through the night. Melodic voices tempt the heart. Fire spills from the lips, chants weave into the air, talisman glimmer and eyes the color of burning coals pierce through the dark. Wolves howl loud enough to shake the mountains. At the heart of it all stands… Elmswood Academy. A Gothic building hidden behind ancient walls and strong spells making it invisible from humans is the home of thousands of supernatural creatures the world didn't know existed. Nyx Shadowmoon at Eighteen had already known she was different from her peers but when her powers manifest violently on her birthday, her foster parents receive a mysterious map leading to Elmswood Academy—a hidden school for supernatural beings. Upon arrival, Nyx discovers she's the impossible: half-demon, half-werewolf, a forbidden combination that shouldn't exist due to an ancient blood feud between the species. Caught between two worlds that both reject her, Nyx finds herself drawn to two powerful mates—Azazel, the demon crown prince who represents everything dark and forbidden within her, and Orion, a werewolf alpha who offers acceptance and belonging. As political tensions escalate and her dual nature makes her a target,another truth emerges - one far more shattering… Azazel and Orion are bound as fated mates. Demon and wolf. Enemy and rival, a pairing that should be impossible just as impossible as Nyx herself. As betrayal cut deep and loyalty fracture, Nyx must navigate supernatural politics, first love, and the mystery of her origins while discovering that her existence may be the key to either ending the ancient war—or reigniting it with devastating consequences while facing three choices - deny the bond and risk tearing the three of them apart, claim one mate and ignite war with the other or embrace the impossible - accepting a love that defies every law, every prejudice, and every tradition of any kind.

WARNING: MATURE CONTENT [18+] An enemy, a punishment, a curse in disguise of blessing. An alpha who simply wants to claim an omega as his. An omega escaping his tragic past, trying to heal the scars that seem to never fade. Synopsis: In a world where Alphas ruled and Omegas were seen as figures of motherhood and love, Ren lived as a Beta. And in a world where humans have mixed with other species such as gods, demons, elves, witches, Ren was a human of pure blood. However, from a young age, he had been able to see what others cannot. A mere glance could kill. A single touch could heal. Born with a cursed blessing—the power to both save and destroy—Ren was bound and raised by the temple, blindfolded and used as a living weapon. For years, they unleashed his power against their greatest enemy: the Ravhara Kingdom, with whom war had raged for centuries. But after a certain incident, Ren ran away from his motherland and sought refuge in the border of the Ravhara Empire, hiding his identity. Disguised as a servant, he began working under the very army he once fought—under their Imperial General, Zayden Sylvaris—as his personal servant under strange circumstances. Ren worked by his side like a ghost. As if he wasn’t there in the first place. Everything was going smoothly… until one night, the general followed the sweet scent of an omega—only to find Ren, his personal attendant, standing there. Him? An Omega in heat? But that couldn’t be. He didn’t any hire Omega, and Betas weren’t supposed to have such a sweet scent. So certainly… he had to be an Omega hiding his identity. And it was the very servant who screamed, “DEMON!” on their first meeting. Zayden becomes consumed with the need to find out the truth. But as desire clashes with hatred, and secrets unravel, one thing becomes dangerously clear: The servant he thought was ordinary, is far more than he appeared. How long can Ren keep his identity buried? And what happens when an Alpha who only wants to claim… meets an omega who was never meant to be touched? DISCLAIMER: This story is set in a fictional, fantasy, omegaverse (ABO) universe. All lore are the author’s imagination. Content Warning: This novel contains scenes of violence, trauma, abuse, and other mature themes that may be disturbing to some readers. Please read cautiously. This is also a slow burn. So if you expect quick progress, then it might not be your cup of tea. And lastly, as I always say, understand the characters. Do not judge them. Enjoy the read!

Araya Varrow spent years thinking that marrying the pack’s Alpha, Jasper Drevyn, would finally earn her a shred of dignity. Instead, it all blew up in her face. Jasper, proud as ever, shamed her in front of the whole pack, tossing her aside as if she meant nothing, wolf-less, unworthy, and pregnant with his child. Alone and exiled into the bitter cold, survival seemed like a lost cause. But destiny had other ideas. Just as her strength was giving out, Araya was found by Ronan Tharos, a Direwolf whose past is written in scars and whose gaze could melt stone. His methods are harsh, his temper sharp, but he pushes Araya harder than anyone ever has. Under Ronan’s relentless training, the wolf inside her finally roars awake—enormous, silver as the moon, and bound to an ancient prophecy. The child she carries isn’t merely a symbol of her old life; he’s the linchpin in a legend that could either heal the rift between wolves and Direwolves or plunge Drevalon into chaos. When word reaches Jasper that Araya is not only alive but thriving, he returns a shell of the man he once was—pleading at her feet for a second chance, willing to risk everything. But Araya is no longer the vulnerable woman he cast aside. She’s carved herself into a force to be reckoned with, standing at the head of her own pack, a Direwolf at her side, and a son whose power could shake the world. Now she stands at a crossroads: forgive the man who betrayed her, or embrace the wild Direwolf who taught her to fight for her future. In a realm where betrayal hits harder than any blow and the fires of prophecy burn hotter than revenge, Araya is ready to take her place at the top and make sure every last wolf who turned their back on her remembers her name.

He rejected me in front of them all. But if I’m going to die, I’m going to die on my own terms. Allison's smile faltered. “You think you can trick us?” “I’m weak to the point I can die anytime, why don’t you give me a chase?... It will be more thrilling for you.” My words were barely a whisper. “But to give you that thrill you have to give me a half an hour headstart.” ‘Yeah, I know it sounds stupid, with little to no chance of surviving. At least it was better than being mauled to death here… And I want to see if Damon would be able to watch the werewolves hunt me down. We had a deep bond even before the mate pull. I won’t accept his rejection yet… I want to drive him crazy to the point he will lose all his sanity.’ “No, you don’t have the right to negotiate with us.” One of them growled in his wolf form. “I’m not negotiating…” I spat out blood, and my face turned pale from the amount of blood I was losing. “I’m only enforcing the law… The law of hunting as punishment for a traitor… and I happen to be one.” Damon blinked slowly and finally answered. “Let her run.” His voice didn’t carry any weight. It was just cold, and empty, and detached like none of this mattered, like I didn’t matter. ‘So this was his decision… after everything we have been through.’ ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ When Ember opened her eyes, she was no longer the powerful, independent CEO she once was. Instead, she woke up in the fragile, abused body of a lowly Omega, destined to be nothing but a breeder for the Alphas. Her escape attempt didn’t get her far. Instead, it led her straight into the path of Damon Blackthorn, the ruthless Lycan King feared by all. Sold like a slave by her own father, Ember becomes the property of a man with a frozen heart and a violent temper. But beneath her submissive mask lies something more: a cunning mind and a will that refuses to break. Now, in a world ruled by dominance, power, and ancient bloodlines, Ember must do more than just survive. She must outsmart a king. She must earn the loyalty of the very people who scorn her. And maybe, just maybe, she’ll bring the Alpha to his knees.

Thalia heard her name being called from the well in her garden. After moving closer to investigate, a mysterious force dragged her down, and everything went black. When she opened her eyes, she was transported into a savage beast world. The one in the novel she had just finished reading, as the short-lived wife of a cannon fodder Tiger beastman, Ashaer. A villain, she believes, got an incredibly unfair ending. Now, a system wants her to fix things. The mission: Train the wild Tiger beast into the perfect husband and rewrite the ending for his clan. For each task, she would get rewards, access to her space, and the chance to return to her original world. With the aid of her modern knowledge, Thalia begins her mission, but the world seems to have so much more going on. Something much more than the novel let on, and there is another transmigrator in the mix, too.

Meredith Carter was once the pride of her pack—until the Lunar Curse marked her as wolfless, unwanted, and a disgrace. Humiliated, abandoned, and rejected by her fated mate, she thought the Moon Goddess had forsaken her. But her curse came with a cruel side effect—wild, uncontrollable pheromones that drove men insane with desire and disgust. A scent so intoxicating, it made her a target. The night she was cast aside when her pheromones spiralled beyond control, Alpha Draven Oatrun—the most feared and untouchable Alpha in the kingdom—claimed her instead. But Draven doesn’t want love. He doesn’t even want her. His reasons for marrying her have nothing to do with fate. Thrust into a world of ruthless politics, deadly enemies, and a mate who sees her as nothing more than a pawn, Meredith must fight to survive, reclaim her dignity, and uncover the secrets behind her curse. Because something is awakening inside her. Something powerful. Something… ancient. And when the truth is revealed, not even Alpha Draven will be able to resist what she becomes. Rejected. Cursed. Desired. Chosen. Will Meredith break free from her fate? Above all, what is this mystical force pushing her to start a war? — Excerpt: "You may have claimed me," Meredith whispered, her violet eyes burning with defiance, "but you will never own me." Draven exhaled a low, dangerous laugh. His golden eyes gleamed as he caged her in, his presence suffocating. "Own you?" His voice was velvet and steel. "Little wolf, I don’t need to own you." He brushed a strand of silver-white hair behind her ear—a touch so light, yet it sent shivers down her spine. "Because whether you like it or not…" His breath ghosted against her skin. "Your body already responds to me." Meredith clenched her jaw, ignoring the traitorous warmth pooling deep inside her. It was the pheromones. It had to be. "I hate you," she forced out. “Good,” Draven smirked. Because hate was just another form of obsession.

Perla had always felt a longing for adventure, stifled by the rules of her strict upbringing and surrounded by her older brothers free to do as they wanted. She longed to carve her own path, to seek out excitement and perhaps even a little romance along the way. One day, while escaping yet another tedious piano class, she stumbled into the hollow of a massive tree. At its base, a mesmerizing green light beckoned her, and before she knew it, she was transported to a bizarre forest teeming with colossal, long-extinct creatures and menacing carnivorous plants. This was the realm of Beastkin, where men could transform into mighty beasts. Here, the constant threat of war had led to a peculiar imbalance, with most females giving birth to male Beastkin, resulting in a dire shortage of women. The land was a battleground, filled with mercenaries and adventurers seeking glory. While the males formed companies to embark on quests, their females stayed behind, living a life of comfort. But not Perla—she was determined to break free from the mold, to grow stronger, and to join her new love interests on exhilarating escapades.

On the day I was to marry the love of my life, the ceremony was bathed in blood. The Vampire Emperor, Azrael Bloodbourne, tore me from the altar and dragged me into his dark and dangerous world. He says I am his bride. His possession. His key to a legacy no vampire has ever dared to dream of. But as I struggle against his shadow, another figure emerges from the cold. Ezryn Graemor, Alpha of the Snowfall Tribe, kidnaps me for his own desperate purpose—to lift a curse that has haunted his bloodline for generations. I thought he only needed me for my blood… but every glance, every touch, betrays a truth far more dangerous. I am his fated mate. In Azrael’s darkness, I feel a fire I shouldn’t crave. In Ezryn’s wintered touch, I feel a pull I can’t resist. Now I must choose to either surrender my body to the Vampire who claims me as his Queen, or risk everything for the Lycan whose soul is bound to mine. Either way, my heart and my life hangs in the balance. WELCOME TO BOOK ONE OF MY FANTASY SERIES.

"I, Zes Xander, reject you, Knox Everett, as my mate, the King of werewolves and Alpha of Silver Moon Pack." As those words left my mouth, tears fell all over my face. Knox looked shocked. To break a mate bond he should accept it. "I do not accept it," he replied with a blank, emotionless. But his eyes held a lot of emotions I couldn't do anything. I trusted him. I trusted him easily. I trusted him even after all I got from everyone I trusted was a betrayal. Why do I do the same mistake every time?

*WPC #139 FL-modern werewolf Silver Tier ******************** Too much for being a werewolf. A werewolf that can never shift. But that's the least of her concerns. For she had a pack to hunt, a family to avenge, and a life to survive. Melisca Lorwey is a half-blood wolf and human. Exiled by her father's clan and hated by her mother's side. When both of her parents died, she had no one else but herself alone. Witnessing how her parents had been murdered, she decided to hunt the killers as her life mission. Though she couldn't shift, she still had the abilities of a wolf. Then someone added to her life complications. Ezekiel Rawson Stavrus made her mission even harder to accomplish. She doesn't want anyone to distract or, worse, stop her plans. The very last thing she needed was the most powerful and possessive alpha chasing after her. So the moment she heard him say, “Mine." She fled away like her life's on the line. --------------------------- AN: This is not your typical romance. This is not your lovey-dovey werewolf troupe. THIS IS BLOODY, VENGEFUL, AND ANGRY. It focuses in bloody revenge, duties, and responsibilities first. Love isn't everything for the characters. It could be all or nothing in their wicked world of greed, power, and darkness. Shared universe with... > SYSTEM MISSION: TAME THE MAFIA BOSS - Military General FL and Mafia Boss ML Please check this out as well. Thank you. Love in Hate in Love - Artist/Musician FL and CEO ML

I am a girl. But no one can know that. In Silvermoor, only men fight in the war, but House Ironfang has no more males to give. To prevent my father from sure death in the war, I wore his clothes and disguised myself as a man to take his place in the army. We won, but the enemy has taken me captive. The Demonic Alpha King who marked me as his without knowing what I truly am to punish me for losing him a war. But now, it is more than a punishment as he is now obsessed and hell-bent on seducing me. He tells me it doesn't matter what skin I wear, man or woman, he'll always want me. I hope to the Moon Goddess that it isn't true. Because I will never submit to him.

Noah Wellin and Atlas Sterlins. Same elite schools. Same rich circles. Same constant tension. They never crossed the line… until they were forced to. Noah grew up doing everything right—quiet, polite, controlled. Atlas was raised to lead—confident, dominant, untouchable. Both come from powerful old-money families in New York, where reputation matters more than honesty. Now their companies are merging. Meetings. Late nights. Business trips. Forced proximity. Rising attraction. Zero escape. This is NOT a love story. This is obsession. Unresolved desire, jealousy, control, emotional pressure, and two men who can't stay away from each other anymore. If you like: slow burn M/M obsession-based romance forbidden attraction old-money family politics corporate power games jealous + possessive behavior touch-starved intensity psychological tension high emotional stakes Then Between Masks is exactly your type of story. Told in real time—every day, every shift in energy, every moment where things almost break. Content warnings: obsession, jealousy, panic, power imbalance, internalized fear, first-time M/M, family pressure, corporate manipulation. Two men. Years of tension. One moment that changes everything. Start reading BETWEEN MASKS.

Today we had decided to up the stakes. Preparation had taken place last night while we ate the rabbit squirrel creatures we had caught. The small animals had gone a long way into getting our energy back up. Sitting around the fire, we had fashioned bow and arrows from branches in the canopy and vines crawling along the trees. Finding some red berries, we had fastened them to the ends of the arrows in little pouches used from a shirt we had torn into strips. It would be like an archery version of paint ball tag. Okay. It was safe to say that my crew and I were having a little too much fun with this. My so-called mate would respect my strength and who I am, or he wouldn’t have me at all. On that I refused to budge. Each member of my crew had three arrows and had discussed our targets beforehand. Having led the unsuspecting group we were stalking to the clearing on purpose this morning, we were surprised when three additional dragons arrived. I didn’t know who they were, but they seemed to be on friendly terms with the search party. Kind of. We made adjustments for the additional ‘enemies’ just as we would in a real war situation. I hoped the new arrivals could cope with the game they had inadvertently walked, or flown, into. Surrounding the clearing, we listened to the conversation between the search party and the new dragons. I was surprised to learn that the three other men saw things the same way I did. It almost made me feel bad about what was getting ready to happen to them. Almost. My team slowly and steadily took their positions and aimed at their targets. Each of us had a maniacal grin. The adrenaline and the knowledge that we were about to take out the enemy in one fell swoop was giving us a high like nothing else could. I waited until the Drakians were completely distracted. I gave the signal. Arrows went flying. The group in the clearing was so shocked that every single one of them froze, giving us the perfect targets. Seriously? Did they really have no sense of self-preservation? There was no trace of any battle readiness. Each arrow flew straight and true. Seven people were dead in less than a minute. Or, they would have been had it been a real attack. It was almost comical to watch. The shock that froze them as they realized they were being attacked. Them! Kings! Actually being attacked! Each clutched their chests where two red stains were forming. The anguished yelling that took place as they watched their brothers and kings getting wounded and falling to the ground on their knees. Then the confusion as it registered that there was no pain from the injuries. The pale green one brought some of the red splatter to his nose and sniffed. He looked at it for a second with an odd expression but then grinned. That grin turned into a full belly laugh. “It’s jorgin berries,” he said, unable to contain his mirth. All three of the newly arrived men sat on their knees laughing so hard they were bent over clutching their stomachs for an entirely different reason than being shot. Rokk and the two trackers began chuckling as realization dawned on who could be behind the attack, trying their best to remain composed as their kings came down from the panic of almost losing their brothers. And then it happened. That moment I knew would come. I had held back my last arrow just for this. That moment Glacian realized that his ‘little mate’ had just made an ass out of their entire group. Out of four kings. His anger was so deep his face was turning a darker shade of blue. Almost royal blue. His eyes flashed dragon. “Kiera!” He roared with every ounce of pent-up anger coursing through his system. I took aim and let my arrow go. He was so worked up he never saw it coming. He wasn’t even looking for an additional attack. None of them were. The juice pouch end of the arrow smacked him right in the forehead, knocking him down on his backside.

For eleven years, Kaira Blackthorn was the girl who died. Scarred, traumatized, and imprisoned in the absolute darkness of the Underlands, she lost everything—her parents, her name, and the very spirit of her wolf. She survived by starving her soul, knowing that the monstrous hunger stirring within her would only be satisfied by chaos. ​When King Aric Varyn, the ruthless and powerful Alpha of the Lunar Territories, finally finds her, he ignites a destiny neither of them can escape. Aric is the catalyst to the ancient Moon’s Mate prophecy, and his forceful, protective mate-bond rips Kaira from the darkness. But the binding touch of the Crown doesn't grant salvation; it only releases the hidden truth. ​Kaira’s bloodline is not just royalty—it is a vessel. ​Inside her soul lurks The Echo, a primordial entity of sentient malice, sealed centuries ago and now awakened by the King’s love. The prophecy warns Aric: the Moon’s Mate will either be the Kingdom’s greatest Luna or its absolute ruin. ​The assassin who nearly kills Aric with a silver dart confirms the horrific truth: the threat is real, and the conspiracy is vast. As the Lunar King battles a venom that targets his mate-bond, his Council demands a political sacrifice. They fear Kaira’s inability to shift, they fear her trauma, and they fear the shadow in her eyes. Lord Eldrin and the conservative Alphas invoke the Purification Mandate, demanding the immediate execution of the compromised Luna. ​Aric must choose: protect his people from a terrifying legend, or risk everything for the woman he is cosmically bound to. ​But Kaira holds a secret more devastating than the monster within: a fresh, agonizing memory of betrayal. It was not a collapse that trapped her; it was a door sealed by the one person she trusted—her own brother, Rowan Blackthorn, who has been presumed dead for over a decade. ​When Kaira’s trapped wolf, Lyra, finally awakens, she doesn’t offer comfort; she offers an ultimatum. With a flash of silver eyes and a command that echoes in the King’s soul, Lyra demands that Aric stop protecting secrets and join the hunt. The only way to starve The Echo is to pursue the truth of the original betrayal. ​Now, Aric faces a political war, having sacrificed his Council’s loyalty for his Luna’s survival. Kaira is no longer a prisoner; she is a strategic lure, dressed in royal velvet, paraded before the hostile court to draw the true conspirators out of the shadows. ​The hunt begins. A King and a broken Queen, bound by a dangerous love and united by the ghost of a brother. If Rowan is alive, he holds the key to the seal, the truth of the conspiracy, and the ultimate destruction of the Northern Territories. ​Can Aric guide his shattered Luna toward control before the trauma and the truth free The Echo completely? Or will Kaira be forced to choose between the King who saved her and the monster that promises her revenge? ​The Territory holds its breath. The silence is over. The war has begun.

Hu bcmans are born to serve. Beastmen are born to rule. Bc Lyra Thorne, 22, has spent her life in the rural village of Ashveil, believing distance from the capital might spare her people from the cruelty of beastmen rule. She was wrong. When her village is razed for harboring "rebellious sentiment," Lyra is dragged in chains to the Grand Auction—where humans are sold like cattle to the beast elite. Beneath the blinding lights, she watches her friends disappear into the claws of wolf lords and lion generals. Then he appears. Cadeon Nightfang, the Shadow Panther—General of the Northern Legions, rumored kingslayer, and the beastman even other beasts fear. His golden eyes lock onto Lyra with an intensity that makes the auction hall fall silent. When he bids an obscene fortune for her, whispers erupt: Why would the Shadow Panther want a human slave? He's never taken one before. Lyra expects torture. Degradation. Death. Instead, she's taken to Nightfang Keep—a fortress of obsidian and thorns where no human has survived more than a year. Cadeon gives her an impossible offer: "Serve me for one year. If you survive, you'll have your freedom and enough gold to disappear forever. Refuse, and I'll return you to the auction." But nothing about her captivity makes sense. She's not locked in the dungeons with other slaves—she has a room in the east wing, where only Cadeon's most trusted advisors reside. She's not beaten—she's *trained* in combat by his second-in-command. And most confusing of all, Cadeon never touches her, never forces her into his bed, though the mate bond between them—forbidden, impossible, illegal—burns hotter with each passing day. Lyra soon discovers the horrifying truth: Cadeon didn't buy her to break her. He bought her to save her. She's the daughter of Elira Thorne, the legendary human rebel who nearly toppled the beast regime twenty years ago—before she was executed. The beast council believes Elira's bloodline died with her, but Cadeon recognized Lyra's eyes at the auction: the same silver-grey eyes that haunted him after he was *ordered* to kill Elira, the woman who showed him humans weren't animals. He's been searching for Lyra for two decades. Now she's here, and the mate bond—a bond that should be *impossible* between human and beast—is undeniable. But fate is a cruel master. As Lyra navigates assassination attempts from jealous beast nobles, political games in a court that wants her dead, and her growing, *forbidden* feelings for the monster who murdered her mother, she uncovers a conspiracy that reaches the throne itself: The Beast King is dying. His heir, Prince Theron Bloodclaw, plans to use the king's death to pass the Purge Laws—legalizing the systematic extermination of all humans, replacing them with "more obedient" slave races. Lyra has three choices: - Escape with her freedom and let millions of humans die - Stay silent and become Cadeon's willing prisoner, betraying her mother's legacy - Ignite the rebellion her mother died for—even if it means losing the one beast who sees her as an equal Because the heart doesn't recognize the difference between master and slave, human and beast, love and destruction. And Lyra is about to learn that some chains are forged not by collars and cages—but by choice. She came as his slave. She'll leave as his revolution.