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He broke her heart. Now, she'll break his throne. Five years ago, Elara was the "weak" Omega, publicly rejected by her fated mate, Alpha Kael, and banished to the Death Lands to die. Kael chose power over love, siding with a cruel stepsister and leaving Elara with nothing but a shattered soul and a secret she carried into the darkness. But the Death Lands didn't kill her. They woke her up. Now, the Shadow Queen has returned. When Alpha Kael's kingdom begins to rot from his betrayal, he is forced to beg the mysterious, lethal Sovereign of the North for an alliance. He expects a hardened warlord; he gets the woman he murdered in his heart. Elara arrives draped in royal furs and ice, unrecognizable and overflowing with a raw, ancient power that forces every Alpha to their knees. She isn't there for a reunion-she's there for a reckoning. But the real strike to Kael's heart isn't the crown she wears. It's the five-year-old boy by her side. A boy with Kael's face, Elara's silver eyes, and a roar that can command the world. "I am no longer your mate, Kael. I am your nightmare." Kael is desperate to reclaim his family, but Elara has learned a bitter lesson: A King rules by law, but a Mother rules by blood. And she's out for every drop he owes her.
Chapter 1 CHA
"Step forward, Omega."
The High Elder's voice boomed across the ritual stone, vibrating through the soles of Elara's bare feet. She moved, her heart drumming a frantic rhythm. The Blood Moon hung heavy and crimson above the Silver Moon Pack, casting jagged shadows across the thousands of wolves gathered.
She reached the center of the circle. Her gaze locked onto Kael. He stood on the raised dais, broad shoulders draped in ceremonial furs, his dark eyes burning with an intensity that made her breath hitch. The bond was screaming-a physical pull, a golden thread wrapped around her soul.
"Do you feel it, Kael?" Elara whispered. "The moon is witness. We are fated."
Kael didn't move. His face remained a mask of cold, chiseled granite.
"I feel a burden, Elara," Kael said, his voice amplified by the silence. "Nothing more."
The crowd shifted, a low murmur rippling through the ranks. Elara's hands began to shake. "Kael, the bond... it's blooming. I am yours. I have waited for this night to stand by your side as Luna."
"You? Luna?"
A sharp, mocking laugh sliced through the air. Sarah, Elara's stepsister, stepped out from the Alpha's shadow. She was draped in silver silk, her eyes shimmering with calculated malice. She slid a slender hand onto Kael's forearm.
"An Omega with a dormant wolf is not a Luna, Elara," Sarah purred. "She is a parasite. A liability. Tell her, Kael. Tell the pack what a real Alpha requires."
Elara looked at Kael, begging him with her eyes. "Kael, please. I am your fated. The moon doesn't make mistakes."
"The moon gave me a choice between a legacy and a weakness," Kael snapped, stepping toward the edge of the dais. He looked down at her, his lip curling. "A pack is only as strong as its weakest link. You have no scent, no shift, and no strength. You are a hollow shell, Elara. You cannot give me the heirs this pack needs. You cannot defend our borders. You are a mistake of nature."
"I am your mate!" Elara cried. "You can't just ignore the Goddess!"
"I am the Alpha," Kael roared. The sheer weight of his aura crushed the air from her lungs, forcing her to her knees. "I decide who sits on the throne. And I choose a woman who matches my blood."
He turned to the High Elder, raising Sarah's hand high into the moonlight.
"I, Alpha Kael of the Silver Moon Pack, reject the fated bond with the Omega Elara," he declared. "I sever the tie. I cast her out of my heart and my future. In her place, I claim Sarah as my true Luna, bound by blood and by choice."
The snap was instantaneous. In her mind's eye, Elara saw the golden thread ignite and turn to ash. A scream tore from her throat as a void opened in her chest-a hollow, freezing agony. The pack let out a collective howl of approval.
"It is done," the Elder whispered, his eyes flickering with a pity Elara hated.
Elara gasped for air, clutching her stomach. "Kael... how could you? After everything?"
Kael didn't look at her. He was busy looking at Sarah. "Be grateful, Elara. I could have had you executed for your insolence. Instead, I am giving you a chance to prove your worth-or lack thereof."
"What does that mean?" Elara asked.
"The pack laws are clear," Sarah interjected. "A rejected female of the inner circle who cannot shift is a drain on resources. You are being reassigned, sister."
"Reassigned?"
"You are banished," Kael said. "Effective immediately. You will be escorted to the Western Border. You are to enter the Death Lands. If you survive until the next Blood Moon, perhaps I will allow you to return as a servant. But we both know you won't last the night."
The crowd gasped. The Death Lands were a graveyard of twisted trees and rogue monsters.
"Kael, no!" Elara lunged forward, but two massive Enforcers pinned her back. "You're killing me! You know what's out there!"
"I know what isn't in here," Kael replied, turning his back. "And that is a Luna. Take her away. She is no longer of this pack. She is nothing."
Kael watched from the high balcony as the Enforcers dragged Elara toward the iron gates. His chest felt tight, a dull ache throbbing where the bond had been, but he pushed it down.
"You did the right thing," Sarah whispered, sliding her arms around his waist. "She would have been the death of us all, Kael. This is for the pack."
"Then why do I feel like I just set fire to my own soul?" Kael muttered.
"That's just the remnants of the biological trick the Goddess played on you," Sarah said. "It will fade. Tomorrow, we begin the new era. Forget her. She's already a ghost."
Kael didn't answer. He watched until the gates slammed shut. He told himself he was a king, and kings did not mourn the weak.
The Enforcers marched Elara through the chilling fog of the borderlands. They treated her like refuse, shoving her forward whenever she stumbled. At the boundary line-marked by bleached wolf skulls-they stopped.
"This is as far as we go," the lead Enforcer said. He unlatched the heavy collar from Elara's neck and threw it at her feet. "The Alpha's orders are clear. Cross the line, or we shift and hunt you down ourselves."
Elara looked into the abyss of the Death Lands. "Tell Kael... I hope the throne is worth the price he paid tonight."
"He won't care," the Enforcer spat. "Move."
Elara stepped across the line. She walked until her legs ached and her lungs burned. Every shadow looked like a crouching beast.
"I'm going to die here," she whispered, collapsing against a gnarled oak. "He won. They all won."
She curled into a ball, the rejection ache flaring into a white-hot heat. She waited for the tears, but they didn't come. Instead, a strange, silver warmth began to spread from her core.
Weak.
The word echoed in her mind. It wasn't her own thought. It was deep, ancient, and resonant.
They called us weak.
Elara's eyes snapped open. The darkness of the forest was no longer pitch black; it was shimmering with a faint, violet hue. She looked at her hands and saw a pale, silver glow leaking from beneath her fingernails.
They rejected the moon, the voice growled. They rejected the crown. They rejected us.
The silver heat intensified into a roar in her ears. Her vision blurred. The scent of the forest changed.
A pair of glowing yellow eyes emerged from the darkness. A rogue-a massive, scarred beast-stepped into the clearing, its jaws dripping with black ichor. It let out a predatory snarl.
Elara backed away. "No... not like this."
The rogue lunged.
Time seemed to slow. Her body moved with a grace she didn't possess. She felt a surge of raw power explode from her chest-a silver shockwave that sent the rogue flying backward into a tree with a sickening crack.
The silence returned. Elara stood in the center of the clearing, her skin humming, her blood feeling like liquid starlight.
Deep within her soul, a pair of eyes opened. They were a brilliant, piercing silver-the color of a dying star. Her wolf didn't howl or whimper. It leaned into the front of her mind, its voice a thunderous command.
"Run," the wolf whispered. "Run until we are strong enough to come back and burn it all down."
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Chapter 1 CHA
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Chapter 2 CHA
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Chapter 3 CHA
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Chapter 4 CHA
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Chapter 5 CHA
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Chapter 6 CHA
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Chapter 7 CHA
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Chapter 8 CHA
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Chapter 9 CHA
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Chapter 10 CHA
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Chapter 11 CHA
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Chapter 12 CHA
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