REJECTED BY FATE, CURSED BY PROPHECY
"Are you mad!!!!!"
The words cut through the night like a blade.
Naira did not turn. She stood at the edge of the river with her cloak pulled tight around her shoulders, staring at the black water as if it might swallow her thoughts.
Behind her, her sister stepped closer. "Do you know what you have done?"
Naira swallowed. "I know what I survived."
"That is not an answer."
The wind dragged dead leaves across the ground. Somewhere beyond the trees, wolves howled, their voices distant but watchful.
"You lay with the Alpha," her sister said again, slower this time. "After his brother rejected you."
Naira's fingers curled into fists.
"He did more than reject me," she said quietly. "He promised me a bond. He promised me a name. Then he gave it to another woman and told me to forget him."
Her sister scoffed. "And so you chose the throne instead?"
"I chose not to die poor and forgotten," Naira snapped.
Silence fell between them.
The Alpha's house rose on the hill like a scar in the dark. Stone walls. Iron gates. The center of all decisions.
"You will be called a mistress," her sister said. "They will spit your name like poison."
"They already do," Naira replied. "Even before this."
Her sister stepped closer. "What about the Luna?"
Naira looked away.
"She watches everything."
"And she will destroy you."
Naira pressed a hand to her stomach.
"She cannot touch what she does not know," she said.
Her sister froze. "What do you mean?"
The words came out like a confession and a curse.
"I am with child."
The night seemed to hold its breath.
"...Whose?" her sister asked slowly.
Naira lifted her chin. "The Alpha's."
A sharp breath escaped her sister's lips. "You have sentenced yourself."
"I have saved myself," Naira whispered.
"You think this will protect you?"
"It already has."
Her sister shook her head. "You should have left the pack. You should have run."
"And go where?" Naira demanded. "To starve among rogues? To be hunted like meat?"
"You would have lived."
"Living is not the same as surviving."
Her sister looked at her with something close to fear.
"What will you tell them?"
Naira hesitated.
"I will say the child belongs to his brother."
Her sister stared. "You will lie?"
"I will breathe," Naira said. "I will walk in daylight. I will not beg again."
The river whispered beside them.
"You will destroy him," her sister said. "The brother."
"He destroyed me first."
"Two wrongs do not make safety."
"They make silence."
Footsteps broke the night.
Both women turned.
The Alpha stepped from the trees, his presence bending the space around him. His cloak moved like shadow. His eyes were cold, unreadable.
"You should not meet here," he said.
"I belong nowhere else," Naira answered.
His gaze dropped to her stomach.
"You told her."
"Yes."
He studied her sister. "She will keep quiet."
Her sister swallowed but said nothing.
"No one must know," the Alpha continued. "Not the Luna. Not the council."
"And when the child is born?" Naira asked.
His jaw tightened. "The child will not carry my name."
"She will carry your blood."
"That is worse."
Naira stepped closer. "Then why did you touch me?"
"Because you were already broken."
The words struck deep.
"And because power does not refuse what comes to it."
The Alpha turned away. "You will live in the lower quarters."
"I will."
"You will be invisible."
"I already am."
"And the child-"
"She will be safe," Naira said. "Or I will burn this pack myself."
The Alpha's eyes darkened. "Do not threaten what you cannot control."
"I already control the truth," Naira replied.
He said nothing.
The wind rose.
"Go," he said finally. "Before someone sees you."
Naira bowed her head.
As she walked away, her sister followed.
"You are walking into fire," her sister whispered.
"I have lived in ashes," Naira replied.
And somewhere inside her, something small and unaware shifted - a life born from rejection, power, and lies.
A life that would pay for a secret made beside a river.
UNLISHSING THE CURSE ON AN UNBORN CHILD.
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Chapter 3
"You are walking too freely."
Naira stopped.
The Luna's voice came from behind her, calm and sharp at the same time.
Naira turned slowly. "I walk where I am told."
The Luna studied her. From head to toe. From face to stomach.
"Your steps are light for someone carrying shame," the Luna said.
Naira lowered her head. "Shame does not make legs heavy."
"Do not be clever with me."
Naira said nothing.
The Luna stepped closer. Her scent was cold. Her eyes did not soften.
"They say the child belongs to my husband's brother," she said. "Do you believe that lie yourself?"
Naira's fingers tightened around her cloak. "It is not a lie."
The Luna smiled. "Then why does your heart beat like a thief's?"
Naira swallowed. "Because people look at me like prey."
"They should."
Silence spread between them.
"You should have hidden," the Luna continued. "Women like you disappear better in shadows."
"I am not hiding."
"That is why I am here."
The Luna reached out and placed her fingers near Naira's stomach. She did not touch. She only hovered.
"This child does not smell like his brother," she said softly.
Naira's breath stopped.
"It smells like power," the Luna added.
Naira stepped back. "You imagine things."
"I rule things," the Luna replied.
Footsteps came closer.
The Alpha appeared at the path edge.
"What is this?" he asked.
"Your disgrace," the Luna said without looking at him. "And her miracle."
The Alpha's eyes moved to Naira. Then to her stomach.
"She swore," he said.
"She always swore," the Luna replied. "So did you."
The Alpha said nothing.
The Luna turned back to Naira. "You will come with me."
"Where?"
"To someone who can smell truth."
Naira's heart fell.
The hut was small and dark.
An old woman sat inside. Her eyes were white, but her face turned toward them.
"The lie walks," the old woman said before anyone spoke.
Naira froze.
The Luna crossed her arms. "Look at her."
The old woman leaned forward slowly. "The blood is wrong."
Naira shook her head. "No."
"The blood does not match the name," the woman continued.
"Enough," the Alpha said.
The woman smiled with no joy. "You already know."
The Luna looked at him sharply. "You knew?"
"I suspected," he answered.
The woman raised a finger. "This child carries the storm."
Silence.
"The storm does not belong to the brother," she said. "It belongs to the throne."
Naira cried out. "You lie!"
The woman turned her face to Naira. "You lie louder."
The Luna stepped closer. "What does it mean?"
The old woman leaned back. "It means the pack will bleed."
Naira felt the walls closing in.
The Alpha spoke. "Enough."
The woman laughed softly. "Truth always makes kings afraid."
The Luna looked at Naira. "Get out."
Naira did not wait.
Outside, her sister found her.
"They know," her sister whispered.
"They smell it," Naira said.
"You should run."
"I cannot."
"Then hide."
"I already failed."
That night, the Alpha came.
"You should not have spoken," he said.
"They pulled truth from me."
"They smelled it."
"I did not break."
"You cracked."
Naira met his eyes. "You will kill me."
"No."
"Then the child."
"Not yet."
She laughed once. "Coward."
He did not deny it.
"You will stay in the lower lands," he said. "No one will see you."
"They already see me."
"They will forget."
"They never forget."
The Alpha turned away. "Sleep."
"I do not sleep."
The Luna watched from the window.
"That child will ruin you," she said to the dark.
The moon rose.
And somewhere inside Naira, something moved.
Not gently.
Not quietly.
Something awake.
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7.7
Nora's life turned into a nightmare after she was banished from her pack by her own husband. She was subjected to mockery, abuse and humiliation before being cast out with nothing.
Faced with the cruelty of a world that had never once been kind to her, the moon goddess decided to bless her with her fated mate.
The same man she watched slaughter others without a single trace of mercy. The man who was twice as cold and twice as ruthless as the husband who destroyed her.
Yet he would not let her go. She found herself stuck between the husband who used her and the ruthless mate who wanted her but refused to admit it. Two powerful men. One woman who was never supposed to survive any of it. And a moon goddess who was not done with her yet.
8.6
THE SKY IS A CAGE. THE EARTH IS A GRAVE. SHE IS THE KEY.
In a broken, post-apocalyptic world, Dr. Evelyn Harper is the last hope of the sky-borne survivors; until she is cast down to the deadly, toxic surface below.
There, she does not find death. She finds Ren, a savage, powerful Alpha werewolf who rules the mutated survivors of the Ash.
They are enemies by birth. She is human. He is a beast. She belongs to the stars. He belongs to the ruins.
But the moment they touch, a ghost heartbeat explodes between them; a raw, inescapable psychic bond that marks her as his fated Luna.
To her people, she is a tool.To him, she is a prophecy. To each other, they are a cross-star fatal attraction too dangerous to want, too powerful to resist.
Loving him means betraying her kind. Saving her people means destroying his. But the bond between them is not just forbidden; it is ancient, hungry, and impossible to break.
She came to fix the world.He will make her rule it.
7.1
His Plumpy Mate
7.1
"How dare you touch my mate?"
Three days ago, Aella was publicly rejected. Her fated mate called her worthless. Wolf-less. Too fat to stand beside an Alpha.
On the day she was meant to be sold into another mating, the most feared Alpha in the north shattered her engagement ceremony and claimed her in front of everyone.
Eros Shaw does not save people. He conquers them. And yet, he takes her away.
Aella has spent her entire life believing one thing: No one loves a fat girl. Not even the Moon. But the Moon has been lying.
Because Aella is not wolf-less. She is something far more dangerous. As ancient magic stirs, a forgotten prophecy begins to unfold. Her blood carries power long buried. Her twin sister hides a truth that could destroy them both. And somewhere in the shadows, a witch waits for the perfect moment to strike.
Eros thinks he has claimed a broken girl.
He has no idea she is the beginning of the end.
His mark may kill her. Her awakening may destroy him.
And when enemies close in and secrets unravel, Aella must decide: remain the girl they mocked or rise as the Alpha Female destiny has been preparing for centuries?
7.8
I thought I had found my savior in Alpha Camron after my adoptive family was brutally slaughtered.
But as I lay chained to the damp dungeon wall, my inner wolf silenced by silver poison, he sneered and rejected me.
"Did you really think I loved you? You were just a dumb, loyal dog."
He confessed that he had orchestrated my family's murder to frame Lycan King Asher.
Blinded by his lies, I had plunged a silver blade into Asher's heart—the only man standing in Camron's way to the throne.
My step-sister Erica then arrived to deliver the final, crushing blows.
"He was your true fated mate, Ella," she whispered with sadistic glee. "He loved you so much he retracted his aura, leaving himself defenseless so you wouldn't get hurt killing him."
Worse, she laughed at my swollen belly, revealing the baby I carried wasn't Camron's. He had paid a filthy Rogue to defile me in the dark.
The man I murdered was the other half of my soul, and the monster I trusted had destroyed everything I loved.
My heart simply gave out, drowning in an abyss of pure agony and hatred.
Opening my eyes again, the stench of burning flesh was gone.
I was back in my attic bedroom on my fifteenth birthday.
Today was the day my evil stepmother would start her deadly plot.
This time, I would tear them all apart.
7.1
The night before her wedding to Wall Street billionaire Everette Baird, Deliah Quinn stood happily in her haute couture gown.
Then, her younger sister Arvilla walked in, handed her a drugged glass of champagne, and slammed an ultrasound on the vanity.
"I'm pregnant with Everette's child," Arvilla sneered.
Before Deliah's paralyzed body could react, Arvilla dragged in a canister of industrial gasoline, soaked the bridal suite, tossed a lighter, and locked the heavy oak doors from the outside.
To escape the roaring inferno, Deliah smashed the glass balcony and threw herself into the freezing, violent waters of the Atlantic Ocean.
For five agonizing years, everyone believed the Quinn heiress was dead.
Deliah returned to New York entirely reborn—a top architectural designer and a single mother, having scrubbed her past clean and forgotten the people who destroyed her.
She only wanted a peaceful life with her five-year-old genius son, Leo.
But she had no idea her son was secretly hacking airport security cameras to find himself a wealthy stepdad.
Leo deliberately bumped into a terrifying, cold-blooded tycoon, spilling scalding coffee on his custom suit to get his attention.
When Deliah frantically rushed over to protect her son and apologize, the air in the terminal vanished.
Everette Baird stared at the exact face he had obsessively mourned for five years, his eyes turning pitch black as he crushed his phone in his bare hand.
9.4
I was lying in a sterile hospital room, dying of cancer, with only a fake infertility report to keep me company.
Right before my heart monitor flatlined, a stranger walked in and handed me a medical file.
He told me that my fiancé, Garret, had zero sperm viability. The baby my adoptive sister, Beryl, was carrying wasn't his.
When Beryl got pregnant years ago, my adoptive parents forced me to break my engagement and take the blame for being barren.
I was discarded by Garret, mocked by Beryl's triumphant smiles, and kicked out of the house.
I was left to rot alone in a hospital bed while they lived the perfect life stolen from me.
My entire existence had been a cage built on a single, disgusting lie.
The anger burned away my despair. Why was I the only one who didn't know?
Why did I let them use me as a maid and a shield for their filthy secrets?
As the darkness swallowed me, I prayed for just one more chance.
I opened my eyes to the sound of my adoptive mother yelling my name.
The calendar on the wall read March 15, 2019—the exact day they forced me to give up Garret.
This time, I didn't cry or beg.
"You want Beryl to have Garret? Fine," I told my shocked adoptive parents. "But I want a cash buyout, and we are legally severing this adoption."
Then, I set my sights on Douglass Ward—the stranger from the hospital room.