THE LOST SCALEN KNIGHT LUNA

s of her room. The black, flowing nightdress clung to her skin, a somber elegance that suited her melancholy mood. As she stared into the night, her mind wandered ba

he land 400 years ago. The Scalen Knights, supreme in power and authority, stood as the dominant force, with the Moon Park holding a precarious seco

rriage, a sacrificial pawn in the game of power and politics. For generations, this clause had lain dormant, a mere formality, as th

terms were clear: she would marry the Superior Alpha, with no room for refusal or rebellion. The weight o

wer of the vampires, with their immortal strength and eternal curse, coursed through her veins, mingling with the wild ferocity of the werewolves,

e and dark magic. Their bloodline was tainted with the shadows of forbidden knowledge and amplified by the primal essence of the First Lineage

world, as the Moon Park's daughter was destined to marry the Superior Alpha of

her door or the gentle rustle of fabric as her mother, Lady Hilda, entered the room. It wasn't until the warm glow of the moonlight danced across her mother's f

darkness. Her raven-black hair cascaded down her back like a waterfall of night, its silken strands whispering softly against

hat soothed the air. She glided across the room, her steps effortlessly beautiful, her presence commanding att

in," Bella said, her voice tinged with apolog

with empathy. They settled into the plush sofa near t

anger. What if he's not my mate? What if my mate is someone else entirely?" Lady Hilda

her voice heavy with emotion. "You know the terms of the truce , if this union doesn't happen, war wil

that I love you, more than life itself. But, Bella, there's something you need to understand, our world is full of secrets, and the truce is just the beginning. There are forces

s gleaming with a knowing light. Bella felt a shiver run down her spine as her