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The Forgotten Heiress : Rise of The Lycan Queen

The Forgotten Heiress : Rise of The Lycan Queen

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"They called her a nobody. They tried to break her spirit. But destiny had other plans." Elara Moonstone's mundane life shatters when she learns of her royal Lycan lineage. Thrust into a world of magic, politics, and danger, she must embrace her true self to unite warring factions and reclaim her throne. With powerful allies by her side and love complicating her path, Elara's journey is one of self-discovery, resilience, and destiny.​

Chapter 1 The Girl in the Shadows

Elara Moonstone had learned early how to disappear.

It was safer in the shadows behind lockers, behind crowds, behind her silence. In a town that saw her as strange, she wore invisibility like a second skin. There was no record of where she came from, no childhood photos, no teary relatives to claim her when she was dropped at the doorstep of the Harrow family at six years old with nothing but a small pendant and a name.

And Harrows... they were not kind.

The house on Morrow Street was cold even when the furnace ran. Mr. Harrow worked nights and drank days. Mrs. Harrow smoked in the living room, watched soap operas, and pretended Elara didn't exist unless it was to scrub something. Their son, Garrett, three years older, treated her like a haunted rumour-when he wasn't mocking her strange dreams or whispering "freak" in the school halls.

But Elara didn't cry. Not anymore.

She walked the world quietly, tucked behind a wall of numbness. She got good grades, but not the kind that earned praise. She read books, but not the ones people traded in class. She drew things-ancient trees, wolves with glowing eyes, moons splintered like glass-never knowing why they lived in her head.

Until the day she turned eighteen.

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It started with the dream.

She stood barefoot in a field of black flowers, the sky a velvet curtain of stars. A wolf with silver eyes approached her, silent, reverent. Behind it, a figure cloaked in shadow watched, unmoving. The wolf bowed. The figure vanished. And when she looked down, the flowers had turned to ash.

She woke breathless. And then she screamed.

Because glowing on her shoulder, just below the collarbone, was a mark she had never seen before-circular, etched in what looked like light itself. The shape of a crescent moon with a slash through it.

Panic gripped her chest.

She scrubbed at it. Nothing. She tried to cover it. It bled through the fabric like a hidden truth finally revealed.

"Elara!" Mrs. Harrow's voice banged at the door. "What are you doing in there?"

"Nothing," she lied, throwing on a hoodie and hiding the mark as best she could.

The school that day was a blur. Her skin itched beneath her hoodie, the mark pulsing like a second heartbeat. People stared more than usual. Garrett laughed louder. But something was different. She could feel it. Like her senses had sharpened overnight.

She could smell emotions, anxiety, desire, and fear. Hear heartbeats in the silence. And worst of all, she could feel something watching her. Not from school. Not from town. From something older. Something hungry.

After her last class, she bolted, the need to get home replaced by the instinct to hide.

She didn't make it.

The first attacker came from the woods behind the parking lot. He was faster than any human, but she saw him coming. Tall, cloaked, with glowing amber eyes. He snarled as he lunged.

Elara screamed, stumbled back, and the mark on her shoulder blazed.

The man recoiled like he'd touched fire. But another appeared from the side. Then a third.

She ran. Through the forest, her breath slicing her lungs. She tripped over roots, mud clinging to her legs. Her vision blurred, heart racing like it wanted out of her chest. They were gaining.

She was going to die. Alone. Without answers. Without even knowing why.

And then he appeared.

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A blur of motion. A figure clad in black and silver, eyes glowing like the moon. He moved like smoke and thunder. One attacker fell. Then another. The last tried to run but was yanked back and silenced.

The forest went still.

Elara could barely breathe. She stared at the stranger, heart thudding in her ears.

He turned to her. Stepped into the moonlight.

His voice was calm, dangerous, and familiar in a way that made her bones shiver.

"You don't know what you are yet," he said. "But they do."

She took a step back.

"Who... who are you?"

The man tilted his head, gaze piercing.

"Kael Thorne," he said. "Your guardian. And if we don't leave now, more will come."

She wanted to ask a hundred questions. She wanted to scream that this was insane.

But something inside her-ancient and buried-whispered: Trust him.

So she did.

And in that moment, Elara Moonstone stepped out of the shadows for the first time.

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