The Wolf King Who Outlawed His Perfect Luna
READING AGE 18+
He declared me an outlaw. But why, every time our paths cross, does he let me walk away?
I am Sylra, leader of a band of outcasts. That night, we ambushed a royal bridal convoy to snatch a young Luna from their clutches. Everything was going according to plan—until, in the light of torches bearing the royal crest, I saw him.
Varick. The Wolf King. The man whose laws force us to hide in the shadows.
He was commanding the raid from afar. When our eyes locked across the crowd, a wild, scorching wave shot through me, so intense it nearly knocked me off my feet. I tried to chalk it up to the adrenaline of the fight, but then the inexplicable happened.
Instead of tearing us to shreds, the royal army suddenly... parted before me. In dead silence. Varick never gave the order to attack.
My wolf was losing her mind, recognizing the most dangerous man in the kingdom as our fated mate. But does he truly feel it too, or is he just playing with me?
Unfold
The sunlight streaming through the tall windows of the royal bedchamber was no longer pale or fragile. It was warm, golden, and undeniably alive.
Silra stirred, burying her face deeper into the mountain of soft pillows. For a moment, she drifted in that peaceful space between sleep and waking, listening for the familiar, buzz……
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