The Rogue Spirit Who Shattered the Luna’s Crown

My mother was killed in a hit-and-run. My husband, Haywood, told me to drop the investigation. Then my father died because Haywood froze my assets, refusing to pay for his life-saving surgery. "My mother was murdered!" I screamed at him. "You want me to just... forget that?" He told me he knew who the driver was and threatened to ruin me if I didn't stop. He used his power to destroy my career, publicly shame me, and even had me thrown into a cellar full of venomous spiders, leaving me for dead. The final blow came when he forced me to lie on a live stream at my mother's grave, confessing to crimes I didn't commit. As I collapsed, he had his men scatter her ashes into the mud. I lost everything. My family, my dignity, my truth. They thought they had broken me. They were wrong. As I boarded a flight out of New York, I hit 'Go Live' on a global stream. "My name is Celina Alvarado," I began, my voice steady. "And I'm here to tell you everything."

The Serene Chants Temple hummed with sutras and clamored with a crowd. Kneeling on a prayer mat before the Buddha, Madison prayed with profound depth. *I, Madison, vow to journey to the sacred land, to guard the holy mountain, and never again to set foot beyond the Tibetan Plateau.* Walter observed her humble attire. *The Sacred Peak of Zagrama is humanity’s last pure land. To set foot there requires abandoning all attachments—renouncing every earthly passion and tie.* Though her eyelids fluttered, her gaze held a serenity born of utter detachment. *In this life, I will not marry, I will not bear children. I am willing to lay down my attachments and take monastic vows!* Pity filled his eyes. *The air on the holy mountain is thin, the cold perpetual, the conditions harsh beyond measure. Once you enter, you must guard the sacred land until your life’s end.* *Madison, are you certain?* She nodded solemnly. *I am willing to guard the sacred land for a lifetime. Until my very last breath!* Seeing her resolve was firm, Walter did not dissuade her further. *Fast and purify for three days; bathe and burn incense. Then, I will have the local Tibetans escort you into the holy mountain.* The Sacred Peak of Zagrama was a Buddhist sanctuary, forbidden to outsiders. To go and guard it meant complete isolation from the world. She and Louis would never see each other again. … Madison had lost both parents in her youth, growing up instead within the walls of Serene Chants Temple. When she was five, her parents had taken her up the mountain to pay respects to the Buddha—only to encounter enemies bent on revenge. Murdered by the villains, they left her hiding beneath a statue, where she narrowly escaped. Walter, seeing her alone and helpless, had taken her in. The year she turned eighteen, Madison met Louis and fell for him at first sight. He had fled to the Tibetan Plateau to escape an arranged business marriage, entering religious life as his refuge. One night, Madison pushed open the door to the meditation chamber. Louis sat on a prayer cushion, his fingers turning a sandalwood rosary, sacred verses whispering from his lips. His glacial detachment, the rigid control in his posture—it all kindled a reckless hunger in her. Summoning her courage, she settled herself astride his lap, her pale, jade-like fingers gripping his chin. Her red dress, thin as cicada wings, hinted at the alluring curves beneath. After a lifetime of obedience, she suddenly wanted to break the rules, just this once. "Mr. Louis, your worldly ties are not yet severed. Reciting sutras won’t bring you peace!" His expression remained cold and remote as a mountain glacier, a silent warning. His gaze darkened. "This is a sacred place. You’re defiling it. Have you no shame?" Madison leaned forward, her graceful curves on display as she wrapped herself around his waist with a reckless new allure. "People have emotions and desires, joy and sorrow. Why should that be shameful?" She was eighteen, every fantasy amplified by a lifetime behind temple walls. Having grown up there, she had always yearned for the world outside. Not a ripple of emotion crossed Louis’s face; his eyes stayed utterly still. Madison pressed on, her voice a low murmur. "You don’t want to be a sacrifice to a business marriage. You don’t want to strain family ties, so you choose to run away." "Only a coward runs. The strong face adversity—they hold their own fate." He had fled to this pure sanctuary, thinking he could escape the mundane world. Then his lips found her ear, his warm breath on her skin, and everything spiraled out of control. Candlelight shuddered against the walls. The very room seemed to tremble with the heat they generated.

I died in a mangled wreck of metal and fire, abandoned by the man I thought was my soulmate. But instead of the void, I woke up pinned against a cold marble wall, staring into the turbulent, storm-gray eyes of Damian Vincent. This was the night I destroyed my life. In my past world, I spat in Damian's face and ran into the arms of Eddie, a parasitic loser who was secretly plotting with my cousin Jill to strip me of my inheritance. My "escape" turned into a slow-motion suicide. My brother Donavan died in a horrific car crash while racing to save me from another one of my messes. Damian, consumed by a toxic mix of grief and vengeance, crushed the Nelson family empire until my father was a broken man. I spent years as a drugged-up social pariah, finally dying alone while the people I trusted laughed at my funeral. The most bitter realization didn't hit me until the end. The "controlling monster" I spent years fighting was the only person who ever truly protected me. I had traded a man who would burn the world for me for a man who would burn me for the world. Opening my eyes three years in the past, I find myself back at the airport, the rain lashing against the windows. My brother is pleading with me to run, and Damian is standing there, braced for the slap he thinks is coming. But I don't strike him. I press my palm to his burning cheek and give him the only piece of my soul he couldn't buy. "I'm not going anywhere, Dami. Keep this as my collateral." The game has changed. This time, I'm not the victim-I'm the one holding the match.

The sound of my bone snapping echoed through the bathroom like a gunshot. Austen didn't even blink as he broke my hand for the ninety-sixth time. His reason? I was in the shower and missed a call from Joyce, the woman he believes saved his life fifteen years ago. But the nightmare didn't end there. When Joyce cut her own arm with glass and framed me for poisoning her, Austen didn't check the evidence. He dragged me to the damp basement and picked up a mechanical drill coated in pure silver. "This hand threw the vase," he said, his voice terrifyingly calm. He drilled a hole straight through my palm. He gave Joyce the precious healing serum for a tiny scratch, while leaving me with permanent nerve damage, claiming my pain was the only way to pay his life debt to her. He calls this justice. He calls me the villain. But he is a blind, arrogant fool. He doesn't know that fifteen years ago, it was me who crawled into that burning car. It was my White Wolf blood that healed him. Joyce just stole the credit when I passed out. Looking at the smoking hole in my hand, the last ember of love finally died. I opened my secure server and messaged his sworn enemy, Alpha Dalton. "I have the fortress blueprints. The price is extraction." Tonight, his submissive wife dies, and the Architect goes rogue.

Anna Russell thought she had found her forever in Derrick Martinez, the man holding the Silverfang Pack together while their Alphas were in seclusion. She gave him her innocence and her heart, only to find him in the arms of another woman hours later. Humiliated, rejected, and cast out into the rain by the very pack she called family, Anna decides she is done playing the victim. She trades her tears for a leather jacket and her heartbreak for a handgun. She rides to the Silverfang palace to end the man who betrayed her, but a single bullet intended for the Beta hits the wrong target. Ryker Reed, the most ruthless of the legendary Twin Alphas, doesn't even flinch when her bullet pierces his skin. Instead, he looks at Anna with a dark, hungry smirk. He and his brother Ronald have returned from eight years of exile to find their pack in shambles and their fated mate standing before them with a smoking gun. Now, Anna is caught between two powerful Alphas who want to claim her and a past that wants to destroy her. With the Silverfang Pack riddled with traitors, fake bonds, and hidden assassins, Anna must decide: Will she run from the destiny she never asked for? Or will she seduce the twin kings and take the throne she was born to rule?

Elara Crowley is the most bullied girl on campus-petite, plain, and invisible to everyone but her tormentors. What no one knows is she's also half-wolf, the outcast of a world that never wanted her. Aldric Harlow, the arrogant hockey star with a dangerous temper, hides a secret of his own: he's a runaway Alpha. When his wolf side threatens to break free during a game, the last person he ever expected-Elara-calms the beast inside him. Now tied together by scandal, jealousy, and a fake relationship that feels far too real, Elara and Aldric must fight their growing bond... while the world around them is ready to tear them apart.