Luna Lilian; Heart Of The Pack
In a world where the boundaries between a man and a woman are drawn by their level of attraction and power, Lilian Edgar, a young and beautiful Omega, is trampled upon. She'd been sold out to Drex, the Alpha of the Crescent Moon Pack, against her own will and forced to become a Luna. She'd fallen in love with him being the first man who'd seen her whole, become his loyal wife, and finally gotten pregnant for him despite his dexterity and sudden ignorance for two years. Just when she thought she could have one big family with him, she's betrayed by her lover, Drex, and her best friend, who already had a child together. Her lover, not wanting to be connected to her in any way, sought the easy way out, trailing her with his men with an order, "Don't let her live." The fight for survival begins, and she finds herself on the losing side due to her inability to connect to her wolf. She's captured, beaten, and clawed till her breath falls short and her heart beats weaker with each passing second. She's saved but at a dire cost—her child. She roams the realm with no essence, taking on the battle of depression and grief. She tries to find her true reason for existing, and in between, she infiltrates a foreign territory—a territory feared by even the Demon King, the Liege of Wolves. Within this territory resided the ferocious and merciless Alpha King, who has lived for thousands of years with no Luna and a streak of murdering females. She's caught in his grasp, weak and unable to get away—he finds her interesting, giving her a chance to work as his personal maiden, a position that came with a two-week time limit. Lilian must decide on a path. Will she choose to survive and live under the deadliest Lycans, who preyed on one another for power, or will she choose the path of death and end this life of pain and suffering?
Unfold
-LILIAN-
The courtyard was a sea of grim faces. The entire pack was there, from the youngest pups held tight in their parents' arms, to the oldest, most stoic elders. The air was thick with a tense, somber silence, broken only by the low rumble of a thousand anxious heartbeats. This was not a celebration. This was a funeral. A funer……
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