It all started the day my pack was ambushed and brutally killed. I went to my Beta mate for protection, only to find out that my power hungry mate, Silas Vale was having an affair with Genevieve Ravenfold, an Alpha female of his pack. Who was heavily pregnant with his unborn child. Silas told me that I was a failure. A pathetic Luna changeling without a pack, and that he had no more use for me. To make sure I was out of his way, he drugged me full of wolfsbane and sold me off to Lycan traders. I woke up in an underground trafficking ring, bound in heavy silver chains and put in an iron cage to be sold to the highest bidder. I desperately called out to my mate, but he had abandoned me. Feeling Hurt and angry, I severed our mate bond. This made me unexpectedly shift into my Wolf form, which is a Rune marked silver wolf. Unfortunately making me the most prized werewolf in existence. I was bought by a psychotic Alpha known as Balthazar Graves, who saw and treated me as nothing but a power wolf breed that would give him an heir. Chained up and left for dead on the night of the Blood moon, My wolf emerged and I escaped the Psychotic Alpha Balthazar. I was found, nurtured and trained by my True mate who turned out to be Cassius Noctbourne, the Alpha King of Noctshire. As his Alpha Queen, vengeance was mine and I grabbed it with both paws
PROLOGUE
The Silvercrown Pack was more than just a group of werewolves. They were a sacred family. A dynasty, blessed by Selmara the Moon Goddess herself.
For a millions of years, they had been chosen as the guardians of the Lunaris. The divine energy that flowed through their veins, making them different from all other wolves. They were not the strongest in brute force, nor the largest in numbers, but they were the masters of moon magic. Which made them unique and admired.
And every hundred thousand years, a Rune-marked wolf was born. A direct creation of Selmara. A child not born of flesh but molded from moonlight itself.
Vivienne Moonborne was that child.
She entered the world on the night of the Celestial Convergence. A night when three moons aligned in the sky, bathing the land in a strange silver glow.
Liora Moonborne, the Luna of the pack, had long been deemed barren. Her womb, said to be cursed by fate. But that night, under the watchful eyes of the Goddess, the impossible happened.
The pack had gathered outside the Silvercrown estate, sensing something unnatural. Something divine. The air shimmered with a quiet hum, and the elders whispered in awe as the winds carried the scent of raw lunar magic.
Inside, Liora lay on a silk bed, her hands gripping the sheets as the final waves of pain moved through her. Aldric Moonborne, her mate and the Alpha of the Silvercrown Pack, knelt beside her, his powerful form tense, his blue eyes filled with an emotion that was rare for him. fear.
Just as the first c of the newborn filled the chamber, a pulse of white light burst from Liora's body, lighting up the room in a blinding flash. The energy rippled outward, causing the bonfires outside to flare, the wolves to drop to their knees, and the sky itself to shimmer as though the Goddess had reached down to touch the earth.
When the light faded, a hush fell over the chamber.
Aldric, breathless, stared at the infant in his mate's arms. Tiny and delicate, yet impossibly radiant. Her skin was smooth and untouched by mortal blemish, but across her small arms and legs, faint glowing runes spiraled in intricate patterns, shifting like flowing blue lava. A birthmark unlike any seen before.
"Bless salmara... This child is of Lunar magic." one of the elder midwives whispered, her voice trembling.
Liora, was exhausted but overwhelmed with emotion. She cradled the child against her chest. "Vivienne," she breathed, naming her daughter. "My moonbeam."
From that moment, it was clear that the child was no ordinary wolf. She was the Only Rune-marked, silver wolf in existence. Luna princess of the Silvercrown pack, and a symbol of the Goddess's will. And for that, she was both a miracle and a danger.
From the very beginning, Vivienne was different.
As a child, her silver hair shimmered even in darkness. When she touched water, it rippled unnaturally. And when she laughed, the air around her seemed to hum with an unseen energy, as though nature itself responded to her joy.
But it was her runes that truly set her apart. They were bold and, bright blue, tattoo like markings, on her hands and legs .
Liora and Aldric knew what such power could bring-attention, but more importantly, greed. The world had never been kind to those who bore divine gifts. If the wrong people learned of Vivienne's abilities, she would not be seen as a child. She would be seen as a threat.
So, Liora made a choice.
She kept Vivienne close, refusing to teach her the ancient ways of the Lunaris. Unlike the other pups who trained in combat and magic, Vivienne was shielded from the true extent of her abilities. Her mother insisted it was for her own good.
"You are more precious than you know." Liora would whisper, pressing a gentle kiss to her forehead. "And the world is not ready for you."
At first, Vivienne obeyed. She trusted her mother's wisdom, and accepted the limitations placed upon her. But as she grew, so did her curiosity. She could feel the power beneath her skin, like a storm waiting to be unleashed.
And with each passing year, that she fails to shift, the unease in her heart grew.
Despite her mother's protection, whispers spread beyond their territory. Rumors of a Rune-marked wolf, of a girl with bright silver hair and glowing blue tattoos. The outside world began to take notice.
The Silvercrown Pack had long been safe within their lands, untouched by war or betrayal. But history has shown time and again-great power always attracts great danger.
And deep in the shadows, those who wished to claim that power had already begun to move.
Vivienne's fate had been sealed from the moment she was born.
She just didn't know it yet.
Every masterpiece holds a secret, but the Vermicelli Collection hides more than mere history-it's a vault of sins. When struggling curator Isabella Reyes is offered the chance to restore the world's most elusive art collection, it feels like the opportunity of a lifetime. But the deeper she dives into the priceless relics, the more she uncovers the Vermicelli family's dark legacy-a legacy of stolen artifacts, betrayal, and greed. Drawn to the enigmatic billionaire Luca Vermicelli, Isabella finds herself trapped between love and the truth. Is he seeking redemption, or is he merely hiding the past? As secrets unravel, Isabella must decide: expose the truth and risk everything, or stay silent and live a lie. In the shadows of the art world, some histories are best left buried.
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Janet was adopted when she was a kid -- a dream come true for orphans. However, her life was anything but happy. Her adoptive mother taunted and bullied her all her life. Janet got the love and affection of a parent from the old maid who raised her. Unfortunately, the old woman fell ill, and Janet had to marry a worthless man in place of her parents' biological daughter to meet the maid's medical expenses. Could this be a Cinderella's tale? But the man was far from a prince, except for his handsome appearance. Ethan was the illegitimate son of a wealthy family who lived a reckless life and barely made ends meet. He got married to fulfill his mother's last wish. However, on his wedding night, he had an inkling that his wife was different from what he had heard about her. Fate had united the two people with deep secrets. Was Ethan truly the man we thought he was? Surprisingly, he bore an uncanny resemblance to the impenetrable wealthiest man in the city. Would he find out that Janet married him in place of her sister? Would their marriage be a romantic tale or an utter disaster? Read on to unravel Janet and Ethan's journey.
The whispers said that out of bitter jealousy, Hadley shoved Eric's beloved down the stairs, robbing the unborn child of life. To avenge, Eric forced Hadley abroad and completely cut her off. Years later, she reemerged, and they felt like strangers. When they met again, she was the nightclub's star, with men ready to pay fortunes just to glimpse her elusive performance. Unable to contain himself, Eric blocked her path, asking, "Is this truly how you earn a living now? Why not come back to me?" Hadley's lips curved faintly. "If you’re eager to see me, you’d better join the queue, darling."
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