The wolf king was meant for me
“You are not my princess—but you are my destiny.”
When Liliana, a common-born herbalist, is forced onto the royal marriage bed, she wants only one answer:
Why does her blood glow upon an ancient parchment—and why must she wed the tyrant king rumored to turn into a wolf beneath the full moon?
Arthas Wolfgang, the “Cursed King” of the Seven Northern Realms, needs the Silver Moon bloodline to suppress the lycanthropic curse gnawing at his very bones.
And Liliana—the girl who bears an uncanny resemblance to the vanished princess—is his only hope.
A marriage of necessity. A curse sealed in blood.
On their wedding night, he slices open their palms:
“From this moment on, your life is bound to mine. If I die, you die.”
She counters, “And if I run?”
He smiles, locking silver manacles around her wrists:
“Then try, my dear. Every wall of this castle obeys me. Every shadow is my eye.”
But she is no obedient lamb.
When a silver arrow flies toward her heart, he shields her with his body, blood staining his ceremonial robes.
“Now do you understand?” he whispers. “In this golden prison, only I decide how you live—or how you die.”
And when the full moon drives him into savage madness, only her voice can pull him back from the abyss.
He kneels before her, golden beast-eyes reflecting her face:
“Who are you… really?”
Secrets coil around the truth like thorns:
• Why did her mother’s humble herb shop conceal a royal bloodline chart?
• Why did the true princess vanish sixteen years ago without a trace?
• Why do whispers in the dark murmur,“She won’t survive the next full moon”?
More dangerous still is the slow loss of control over the heart.
He teaches her swordplay—yet guides her blade from behind, breath burning against her ear:
“Like this, my queen.”
She studies court etiquette—he corrects every movement, fingers brushing her waist:
“No… wrong. Tonight, my study. Private lessons.”
When assassination becomes routine, and sweet words may be deadlier than poison,
Liliana realizes the greatest threat is not palace intrigue, but her own heart, traitorously beating for him.
And Arthas faces a crueler choice still:
Bind her forever with the contract—or set her free, even if it means sinking alone into the curse’s eternal darkness.
“Choose me,” he growls on a full-moon night, pinning her to the wall, fangs grazing her throat.
“Even if you are poison—I will drink you willingly.”
The Silver Moon will rise. The Wolf King is destined to fall.
This is a war waged in the name of love—where they are each other’s shield, and each other’s sharpest blade.
Keywords:Werewolf King × Commoner Queen | Contract Marriage → True Love | Blood Curse, Shared Fate | Court Intrigue & Mystery | Power Couple, Tension, Sweetness & Pain Intertwined
