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 6
Naira did not scream when the pain started.
She was already tired of screaming in this world.
The first pain came like a sharp fire inside her stomach. She bent forward and held her belly with both hands. The night air was cold, but sweat covered her face. Her feet were dirty. Her dress was torn. She had been walking for hours.
The woods were dark. The trees stood like silent guards. Above her, the moon shone like a pale eye watching her suffer.
"So this is where you want me to give birth," she whispered.
Her legs shook. Another pain came, stronger than the first. She almost fell, but she held onto a tree trunk.
"I can't go back," she said to herself. "I can't let them take you."
Her father's words echoed in her head.
Hide it. Kill it in silence.
Her sister's crying voice followed.
They will kill you if they find out.
The Luna's threat was worse.
Remove that child or your family dies.
Naira pressed her hand against her stomach. The baby kicked inside her, as if saying, I am here.
"No," she whispered. "You will live."
She looked up at the moon.
"Moon Goddess," she said with a weak voice, "if you can hear me... please help me."
The wind moved through the trees.
Her legs gave way, and she sank to her knees. The ground was wet with leaves and dirt. The pain came again, sharp and heavy.
"Not yet," she cried softly. "Not yet, please..."
But her body did not listen.
She pulled out the small cloth she had tied around her waist. It was the only thing she brought. No food. No water. Only this cloth and the child in her belly.
"I will protect you," she whispered to the unborn baby. "They call you cursed. They call you stone. But it was me. It was always me."
Tears fell down her face.
"It was my shame. Not yours."
Another pain hit her, stronger than before. She cried out this time. Her hands clawed at the ground.
The moonlight touched her face.
She closed her eyes.
"Moon Goddess," she whispered again, "you give life... don't let this one die."
Far away, in the pack land, torches moved. Her father and sisters searched the roads. They did not know she had gone into the forbidden woods.
She had left a small note under her sleeping mat.
Do not follow me. If you love me, let me go.
The pain grew heavier.
Her breath came out in broken gasps.
She pushed herself up and leaned against a fallen tree. Her dress was soaked with sweat. Her hair stuck to her face.
"Please," she whispered. "Just let me see the child once."
The wind stopped.
The forest became quiet.
Then a strange light touched the leaves. Not sunlight. Not fire.
Moonlight.
The moon above seemed closer than before.
Naira felt warmth on her skin.
Her tears fell freely now.
"Is this the prophecy?" she asked the night. "Is this where I die?"
Her body bent forward as the final pain came.
She screamed.
Not loud.
Not wild.
Just broken.
Her hands shook as she pushed. Her vision blurred. The pain was fire and stone inside her.
"I can do this," she whispered. "For you... I can do this..."
The sound that followed was small.
A cry.
Thin.
Weak.
But alive.
Her body fell back against the tree. Her chest rose and fell fast.
In her arms lay the child.
A girl.
Small and warm.
Her skin glowed softly under the moonlight.
Naira stared at her.
"You are... beautiful," she whispered.
The child opened her eyes.
Silver eyes.
Like the moon.
Naira gasped.
"No..." she whispered. "So it's true..."
The prophecy.
A child born of shame will shake the thrones of wolves.
Her hands trembled as she held the baby closer.
"I'm sorry," she whispered. "I'm sorry they hate you before you even breathe."
The baby made a soft sound and closed her eyes again.
Naira felt something wrong inside her.
Cold.
Heavy.
Her strength faded fast.
She looked up at the moon again.
"Moon Goddess... take care of her."
Her voice shook.
"Give her a pack that won't beat her. Give her hands that won't throw her away."
Her vision darkened at the edges.
"Let her live... even if I don't."
Footsteps sounded far away.
Or maybe it was only her mind.
She pulled the cloth around the baby and laid her gently on the ground, between two tree roots where the wind could not touch her.
She kissed the child's forehead.
"My moon," she whispered. "My sin. My gift."
Her body slid down the tree.
Her eyes closed.
The forest breathed.
The moon shone.
And somewhere, the Moon Goddess watched.
The child cried once.
Then silence followed.
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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.