The Luna Princess: Ashes of Love
Princess Nora Durkehn, a luna princess, was born with a rare treasure buried in her soul, that could save her entire world.
But one act of mercy destroyed everything.
At eighteen, Nora freed the boy she loved from her father's prison.
That night, he led the Shadow Fang pack in an attack that killed her father, enslaved her people, and left her with nothing but ashes and rage.
Now, years later in exile, Princess Nora carries the burden of the past tragedy that left her pack in ruins and her heart scarred, symbolized by the 'ashes of love'.
But a mysterious threat emerges and Nora is forced back into her world with the determination to set things right.
But her fate entangles again as she encounters Fredwinn, a dangerously charming Alpha from the very pack that destroyed her life (The Shadow Fang Pack).
Fated had it that Fredwinn was her mate that could help save her enslaved people.
But how can she trust him when everyone she's ever loved has betrayed her?
As Nora discovers the true extent of her powers and uncovers hidden truths, she must decide: Can she trust a fated bond forged in blood and betrayal?
Will her love destroy her again like it did before?
But one thing was certain.
Nora must rekindle the 'ashes of love' within her, embrace her true power, and lead her people, even if it means sacrificing her own happiness for the greater good.
A tale of fated mates, forbidden love, and a princess rising from the ashes of despair.
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Chapter 1
Prologue
The Weight of a Silver Crown
The silence of the northern peaks was a lie. To anyone else, it was the peaceful hush of nature, but to Nora Durkehn, it was a deafening scream of everything she had lost.
She sat on a jagged rock overlooking the mist-covered valley, her fingers tracing the rough bark of a fallen pine.
At eighteen, she should have been celebrating the completion of her Wolf Awakening.
As the granddaughter of the Great Priestess, Nora had been born with a rare, ancient power–a hum in her blood that felt like starlight and healing. She was meant to be the pride of the Durkehn line, a beacon of kindness and strength for her people.
Instead, she was a ghost.
"He's a spy, Nora. The boy is a cancer in our midst," her father's voice echoed in her mind.
Jones Durkehn had been a wise Alpha, a man who treated the powerless with the same dignity as the strongest warriors. He had been strict but loving, his eyes always softening when they landed on his daughter.
Nora closed her eyes, and the memory of that night hit her like a physical blow.
"They're wrong about you...," she had whispered that night, "Go. Run before they do something they regret."
But her "mercy" had been the blade that pierced the heart of her people.
Jones had whispered to Nora in his final moments.
"Inside you, Nora... it holds the treasure. You are the only one who can save us."
She hadn't saved them. She had watched from the shadows as the enemies tore through their village.
Her pack was being led away in chains.
A low, mournful vibration hummed in Nora's chest. Her wolf, Mega-sized and silver-furred, stirred in the depths of her soul.
It was a creature so massive that no building could hold it, a titan of fur and fang that Nora now kept tightly caged.
She felt useless, a princess of ashes who had traded her people's lives for a traitor's freedom.
She looked down at her hands. They were steady, but they felt heavy with the blood of her clan.
Somewhere beyond these mountains, her people were being treated as property, living in the shadow of a hidden war she had inadvertently started.
And now, all that remained was a power she could barely control... and a war that had only just begun.
This time, she swore not make the same mistake.
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9.8
Four years ago, I was drugged on a luxury yacht and ended up pregnant with twins.
I raised them in secret, enduring my stepfamily's daily abuse, until the billionaire West family patriarch cornered us at the airport.
He instantly recognized my son's face—an exact replica of his ruthless grandson, Bernardo West.
My malicious stepmother and stepsister immediately leaked to the press that I was a delusional gold-digger using fake kids to trap a billionaire.
They wanted the West family to destroy me to save their own social standing.
Bernardo himself looked at me with pure disgust, demanding a DNA test.
"If you ever lie to me, I will take the children, and I will make you wish you were never born."
I didn't want his money. I was a victim of that night too, left with a crescent-shaped bite mark on my collarbone and zero memory of who set us up.
Why did someone drug us? And how could I protect my babies from a corporate predator who could crush me with a snap of his fingers?
But when the DNA test came back 99.9999% positive, I didn't cower.
I showed him the scar he left on me, looked the most dangerous man in the country right in the eye, and made my demand.
"If you want to claim your heirs, you have to marry me."
8.9
Audrey Fletcher was forced to marry the notorious playboy Julian Sterling to save her family's sinking company after her sister ran away.
On their wedding night, her new husband threw a $100,000 check at her face, told her they would be strangers in private, and abandoned her in the bridal suite.
She thought being trapped in a loveless, transactional marriage was the worst fate possible.
She was wrong.
To protect herself, Audrey hung a pair of men's boxer shorts on her balcony to fake a lover's presence.
Instead of deterring her husband, the ridiculous ruse brought Alistair Sterling—Julian's terrifying, powerful uncle and the true puppet master of the family.
He stormed into her apartment with a legal team to catch her cheating, and later even offered her ten million dollars to divorce his nephew.
When she refused out of fear of her own family's ruin, the situation escalated.
Forced to attend a charity gala, Audrey was tricked by staff into wearing a scandalous, backless gown and sent to a dark penthouse suite to beg her husband for peace.
But the man waiting in the shadows wasn't Julian. It was Alistair.
"Does the thought of seducing your husband's uncle give you a special kind of thrill?"
He didn't listen to her desperate explanations. Instead, he pinned her arms behind her back and crushed his mouth against hers in a brutal, punishing kiss.
Trembling with terror and revulsion, Audrey bit his lip until she tasted blood, shoved the billionaire away, and ran for her life.
She couldn't understand why this powerful man was so dangerously obsessed with destroying her sham marriage.
But as she fled into the cold city night, she realized the terrifying truth: the real game was just beginning.
9.7
For three years, I was the dutiful wife of billionaire Ervin Valdez.
On our third wedding anniversary, he came home smelling of his mistress's perfume, pinned me down, and brutally mocked me.
His mistress, Sylvia, had even sent me a fake ultrasound report to force me out of the picture.
In Ervin's eyes, I was just a vicious, calculating liar who used a pregnancy to trap him into marriage.
He didn't care that I had actually lost that baby, nor did he know the trauma of my gambling father selling me to a dark club where I was assaulted by a stranger.
When I finally handed him the signed divorce papers, giving up all assets, and left the penthouse with nothing but an old suitcase, he just sneered.
"She is playing a game of hard to get. She won't last three days before she comes crying back."
He froze all my bank accounts, let his mistress humiliate me in public, and waited coldly for me to starve and beg.
He thought my entire existence relied on his wealth, completely confident that I would inevitably surrender to his control.
But he was wrong.
I calmly opened my old laptop, bypassed the complex encryptions, and looked at the dozens of unread emails from top-tier global brands begging for my return.
I resurrected my hidden identity as the legendary jewelry designer "R," and walked straight into the top design firm in Manhattan.
"It is time to find myself again."
8.8
I was the despised adopted daughter of the Sanders family, hiding behind heavy gothic makeup and enduring their daily disgust.
The day my adoptive father died in a severe car crash, my adoptive mother and stepsister didn't even bother to call me.
Instead, while his body was still warm, my mother filed a multi-million dollar life insurance claim.
"I am not feeding a useless freak for another day. Pack your trash and get out."
She kicked me out into the freezing rain, but that wasn't the worst of it.
My stepsister Cornelia stole my greatest secret. Five years ago, I saved the life of Fidel Vaughan, a ruthless billionaire heir, from a burning estate.
Cornelia claimed my identity, accepted a million-dollar reward, and secured a marriage proposal from him, burning my only proof to ashes.
They thought I was just a helpless, pathetic high schooler they could discard and replace.
But when I hacked the police files, I discovered my father's crash wasn't an accident. It was a targeted hit, and the Vaughan Group had hijacked the traffic cameras to cover it up.
I washed off the ugly black makeup, shedding the disguise of a pathetic outcast.
I am Spectre, the world's most elusive hacker and underground doctor.
I intercepted the billionaire heir's heavily armed convoy in the dead of night. They thought they could steal my life and murder my father, but now, I hold the needle that controls Fidel Vaughan's sanity, and I will make them all pay.
9.5
Carin survived a horrific escape pod crash only to wake up in the mud of an uncharted, barbaric alien planet.
Before she could even process the pain of her fractured ribs, she was captured by towering, wolf-headed warriors who stripped her of her protective gear and threw her into a filthy slave pen.
Because she lacked animal ears and a tail, the clan's arrogant elites mocked her as a repulsive deformity, beating her with spears and forcing her to shovel toxic dung in the deadly Blade Beast pens.
The other female laborers violently bullied her and stole her only scraps of food, leaving her starving and defenseless in a brutal society where the strong preyed on the weak.
"If you're unclaimed at the mating ceremony, they force you into the breeding program, and you'll be nothing but a vessel until you die."
She was terrified, exhausted, and completely unequipped to survive this nightmare, but after a miraculous farming system suddenly awakened in her mind, she knew she desperately needed a powerful shield to protect her secret from the greedy tribe.
During the chaotic mating ceremony, amidst the cruel laughter of the entire clan, she stepped directly in front of Brannon—a terrifying, sterile, mutant outcast despised by everyone—and boldly claimed the deadly warrior as her mate.
9.0
I traded my innocence to my fated mate, the Alpha King, just to get a stalk of Moonlight Grass to save my dying brother.
But after a night of agonizing physical connection, he didn't mark me. Instead, he tossed me a single, useless dried leaf and a credit card, treating our sacred bond like a cheap transaction.
When I refused his insulting offer to be his secret, nameless mistress, he choked me against a wall and banished me from his lands forever. I fled to the human city, only to watch from the shadows a week later as he publicly escorted a pure-blood noble female, preparing to make her his Luna. Meanwhile, I was forced to sell herbs in the lawless black market just to survive, where I was cornered by a gang of violent rogues.
I didn't understand. We were chosen by the Moon Goddess. When our skin touched, the mating sparks nearly blinded us both. Why did he look at me with such cold disgust? Why did he throw me away like trash, only to parade another woman as his queen?
Running for my life from the rogues, I tripped and fell onto the asphalt, right at the feet of a convoy of black SUVs.
The man stepping out was the Alpha King who had sworn to kill me if he ever saw me again.
But as the rogues demanded I be handed over, his eyes darkened with a terrifying, primal fury.
"She's mine."