I thought leaving the Crimson Moon Pack would set me free, but freedom came at a price I never saw coming. Now, I'm bound to Alpha Darius of the Shadow Fang Pack-the most ruthless of them all. Forced into a marriage I never chose, there's no escape. The moment I stepped into his territory, his words cut deep: "You will suffer for your mother's sins. For the blood she spilled-my mother's blood. You'll beg for mercy, but I'll never grant it." I don't know what he's talking about. I swear I don't. But he doesn't care. To him, I'm already guilty. A debt to be paid in pain. I thought I'd escaped one nightmare, only to walk straight into another. Can I survive his wrath, or am I doomed to be trapped in his vengeance forever?
Chapter 1 Intro prologue
Introduction
Long ago, before the rise of packs and Alphas, the Lycans ruled. Beasts of unmatched strength, they were neither mere werewolves nor any lesser creature that walked the earth. They were power itself-immortal, indomitable, divine. Hidden from the world, they lived in peace, thriving in their secluded kingdom.
But peace never lasts when jealousy takes root.
The werewolves envied them, resented their power. They saw the Lycans as a threat, an insult to their existence. And so, for the first time in history, the scattered werewolf clans united under a single cause-to bring down the Lycans.
Yet even against an entire species, the Lycans stood unshaken. Stronger. Faster. Smarter. Victory should have been theirs.
But power is never just about brute strength.
Desperate, the werewolves turned to an ancient force-the Twelve Blood Witches. A deal was struck. A truce was made. In exchange for sparing the witches' kind from future wars, the witches agreed to weave a spell of darkness. A curse that would seep into the very bloodline of the Lycans, poisoning their strength, weakening their dynasty.
The war that followed was brutal. It was a massacre. One by one, the Lycans fell, their legendary resilience turned to dust beneath the weight of the witches' dark magic. The dynasty was wiped out. Erased.
But greed is never satisfied.
The werewolves had won, but their hunger for dominance was endless. There was still another Kind they despised-the Wolf-Men.
The Wolf-Men were not just werewolves; they were the ancients, the first of their kind. Stronger than any ordinary wolf, they were the original rulers of the werewolves, the royal bloodline to whom all packs once answered. A legacy of might and command.
The pack leaders, hungry for absolute control, conspired once more with the Twelve Blood Witches.
And so, on a night bathed in moonlight, the final betrayal unfolded. During the sacred full-moon ritual, when the Werewolf King and his son fell into their ancestral sleep, the pack leaders struck. Silent. Merciless. Blades met flesh, and the royal bloodline was severed-quite literally-from their throne.
Their heads rolled. Their legacy ended.
Or so they thought.
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Prologue
"Pack your bags. You're leaving."
Giselle froze. Confusion clouded her mind. "What? Why? What's going on?"
"They found out about you."
Her blood ran cold. "What? How? Who told them?"
There was no time for answers. He grabbed a cloth, hastily wrapping her few belongings.
"We have to get you and the baby out before the full moon ritual. We must." His voice was sharp, commanding-his Alpha authority rolling over her like a wave.
She took a step back, shaken. "Alaric-"
A maid rushed in, breathless. "We need to move. The ritual is starting. The pack leaders are gathering by the fire."
The Alpha's gaze snapped to her. "Miriam, thank the Moon Goddess. Take her through the back. Now!"
Miriam wasted no time. She grabbed Giselle's hand and pulled her toward the exit. Giselle sobbed, resisting, but her body was weak-she was starting to feel pains in her abdomen.
"Go!" His voice cracked. "Save yourself... and my child. Please."
Tears blurred her vision as Miriam led her down a narrow passage, the shadows swallowing them. At the end of the path, a large cave loomed ahead-freedom within reach.
Then, they were surrounded.
Lydia stood at the entrance, wolves flanking her on both sides, their massive forms shifting under the moonlight. Their snarls echoed in the night.
Lydia's eyes gleamed as she stepped forward. "If you don't want to hurt yourself-or your baby-come with us."
Giselle's breath hitched as she clutched her belly, her heart hammering against her ribs. Miriam tensed beside her, her grip tightening on Giselle's wrist.
"How dare you stop the Luna?" Miriam yelled, "Leave the way now!!"
Lydia took another step forward, her expression calm, almost pitying. "Don't make this harder, Giselle. You know you can't escape."
Giselle swallowed hard, her mind racing. "Why are you doing this, Lydia? You were my friend!"
Lydia let out a hollow laugh. "Friend? You were never one of us. You were a secret-a mistake hidden in plain sight. And now, the pack will correct that mistake."
Giselle shook her head, panic rising in her throat. "Please, you don't have to do this."
Lydia's eyes darkened. "I don't want to hurt you. But if you fight, I won't have a choice."
Miriam moved in front of Giselle, her stance protective. "Over my dead body."
Lydia sighed. "That can be arranged." She lifted a hand, and in an instant, the wolves lunged.
The wolves lunged.
Giselle's eyes burned with sudden power, a force surging through her veins. She didn't think-she felt. Instinct took over. With a sharp gasp, she threw her hands out, and an invisible force exploded from within her.
A violent boom shook the cave. The wolves were flung back like ragdolls, crashing into the walls, yelping as they hit the ground. Dust and debris rained from above.
Silence.
Then-slow, deliberate footsteps.
Lydia stood in the settling dust, unfazed. Not a scratch on her. Not even a flinch. She smirked.
"I knew it."
Giselle's chest heaved. Her fingers twitched, ready to summon her power again.
Lydia raised her hand. The crystal dangled from her fingers, catching the moonlight.
"You really thought you could hide what you are?" Lydia tilted her head, amused. "A wolf-man witch... in our pack? Did you think no one would ever find out?"
"I am not a wolf-man. I'm a witch!" Giselle spat making Lydia scoffed, "Tell that to the park leaders."
The moment the crystal's glow intensified, Giselle felt it-like claws sinking into her skull.
A sharp, searing pain.
She screamed.
Her hands flew to her head as the crystal pulled. It was ripping her apart, draining the power from her body. She gasped, stumbling, knees buckling under her as wave after wave of agony tore through her.
The magic was leaving her. Draining away. Voluntarily.
"No-" Her voice barely escaped her lips, raw from the scream. She collapsed onto her knees, the last flicker of power vanishing from her veins.
Gone.
Lydia sighed, watching her with mock sympathy. "Much better."
Before Giselle could recover, Lydia's nails elongated, her fingers shifting into sharp claws. Her half-shifted hand moved fast-too fast.
Miriam barely had time to react before Lydia slashed.
A sickening crack.
Miriam's body slammed against the cave wall, the force knocking her unconscious instantly.
Giselle's breath hitched. No-
She tried to move. Tried to fight. But she was too weak.
Lydia turned to her next. No hesitation. No mercy.
One sharp blow-darkness crashed over her like a tidal wave.
The last thing she felt was strong arms lifting her. Carrying her like she weighed nothing.
Then-nothing.
---
The next time Giselle woke up, she was on the cold ground, firelight flickering across her blurred vision. Shadows twisted around her, voices rising and falling in a hypnotic rhythm.
The Twelve Blood Witches.
Twelve mouths moved in unison, chanting-twelve voices, but one being. No eyes, no nose. Just mouths. They had no ears, yet they heard. No eyes, yet they saw. No nose, yet they smelled the scent of death that hung in the air.
"Lux tenebris... Sanguinem sacrificium... Fortis luna, sanguis nostrum."
The words slithered through the air like serpents.
Pain.
A sudden, unbearable tear inside her.
Giselle screamed. Her entire body arched off the ground, her stomach tightening like a vice. Agony ripped through her, her breath coming in ragged sobs.
"She's in labor," one of the mouths declared.
The lead witch turned her head sharply, her multiple mouths stretching into an eerie grin.
"No."
Across the fire, Alpha Alaric struggled against the pack leaders, his face contorted in desperation. "Help her! She's in pain-help her!"
But they held him down. He couldn't move. He could only watch.
A bloodcurdling scream tore from Giselle's throat. Then-another cry. Not hers.
A baby's cry.
The witches lifted the newborn high, her voice ringing through the night. "It's a boy."
"Burn him! Burn him!!" The pack leaders' voices rose in unison.
"No!" Alaric fought against the hands restraining him. "Please! The boy has nothing to do with this!"
"Shut up, Alpha Alaric," one of them spat. "He's a Wolf-Man. He cannot be allowed to live!"
The witch carrying the baby walked toward the fire, holding him by the leg. The flames roared, hungry, waiting.
Giselle gasped, her body convulsing, her lips trembling as she tried to speak-but no words came.
The witch's grip tightened. Then-she froze.
Something changed.
The air shifted. The baby's cries grew louder.
Her mouths twisted in shock.
She yanked the child away from the fire, staring at him as if seeing him for the first time.
"The boy is just a man-curb," the witch declared, "He carries no trace of his mother."
Murmurs spread through the gathered wolves.
"Impossible!" one of the pack leaders snapped. "His mother is of the royal Wolf-Men bloodline!"
The witch's many mouths twisted into something resembling a grin. "Was she?" Her voices overlapped, a haunting echo. "She was never truly one of you. The witch's blood ran through her veins, stronger than the beast within. And so, she is a witch."
The baby's wails filled the space, echoing into the night. The fire had already licked half of his tiny body, burning his flesh, but he lived.
The witches turned to Giselle, their mouths curling in knowing smiles. They did not need to be told why.
They knew.
As one, they turned back to the pack leaders.
"She's dead. The woman is dead."
A chilling finality.
Alaric's agonized scream shattered the night.
"NO!"
Chapter 1 Intro prologue
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Chapter 2 1: The scorn of the parkhouse
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Chapter 3 2: Taken away from slavery
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Chapter 4 3: His bride to be
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Chapter 5 4: The wedding ritual
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Chapter 6 5: A wolf-man still lived
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Chapter 7 6: Mark of restraint
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Chapter 8 7: The chase
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Chapter 9 8: The Alpha's suspicion
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Chapter 10 9: The Alpha's forbidden sanctuary
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Chapter 11 10: Dress torn, scheme unfolds
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Chapter 12 11: The mysterious adviser
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Chapter 13 12: The name she stole
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Chapter 14 13: When Silence Breaks-A Reckoning at the Blood Moon Festival
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