Dewumi Ezekiel
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ABOUT ME
STORY BY Dewumi Ezekiel
THE LUNA WHO CONQUERED DEATH
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They killed me. Betrayed me. Buried me like I was nothing. I was Sera Nightshade, Luna of the Crescent Moon Pack, the most powerful werewolf territory in North America. For five years, I stood beside Damien Blackwood, my Alpha mate, believing in our bond, our love, our future. I gave him everything: my loyalty, my body, my soul. On the night of our official mating ceremony, with the full moon as our witness and the entire pack gathered to celebrate, he made his choice. Her. Vivian Cross, his childhood sweetheart, his secret mistress, the she-wolf he'd been hiding in the shadows for years. In front of everyone, he rejected our mate bond and claimed her instead. The pain of a broken mate bond should have killed me instantly, but I survived. Barely. That's when things got worse. They couldn't let me live. A rejected Luna who knew too many pack secrets, who had too much support, who might challenge his rule. So Damien and Vivian made sure I'd never speak again. They poisoned me, wrapped my body in silver chains, and threw me off Widow's Peak into the frozen river below. I felt every second of my death. The silver burning through my veins. The ice-cold water filling my lungs. The darkness swallowing me whole. But the Moon Goddess wasn't done with me yet. I woke up gasping, clawing at silk sheets, my heart racing. When I looked in the mirror, I saw her. Me, but younger. Softer. The version of myself from six months before my death, before the betrayal, before I knew what monsters wore the faces of people I loved. I've been given something impossible: a second chance. I have all my memories, all my pain, all my knowledge of what's coming. I know every lie Damien will tell. Every secret meeting with Vivian. Every pack member who'll stand silent while I'm murdered. Every single moment of the betrayal that's headed my way. This time, I'm not the naive little Luna who believed in true love and happily ever after. This time, I'm the nightmare they created. I'll smile at Damien while I dismantle his alliances. I'll play the devoted mate while I drain his pack's resources. I'll let Vivian think she's winning while I destroy everything she's ever wanted. And when the time comes for them to throw me off that cliff again, they'll find I'm no longer the prey. I'm the hunter. But revenge is a complicated game, especially when Adrian Wolfe enters my life. He's not just any Alpha. He's the billionaire CEO of Wolfe Enterprises, a hybrid who walks in both the human and supernatural worlds with equal power. His company controls half the territory disputes in North America. His wealth makes Damien look like a beggar. His reputation makes grown Alphas nervous. And for some inexplicable reason, he's interested in me. Adrian Wolfe is dangerous in ways Damien never was. He's calculating, ruthless, and sees through every mask I wear. He knows I'm hiding something. He can smell the darkness growing inside me. And instead of running, he's drawn to it like a moth to flame. "You're playing a dangerous game, little Luna," he whispers against my neck, his hands gripping my waist with possessive heat. "Let me help you burn it all down." He offers me resources, protection, power beyond anything my pack could provide. An alliance with Adrian Wolfe would make my revenge effortless. But his price is steep. He wants me. Not just my body, though the electricity between us threatens to consume us both. He wants my secrets, my truth, my broken soul. Can I trust him? Or is he just another Alpha who'll use me and throw me away? The mate bond with Damien still exists, twisted and poisoned but present, pulling at me even as I hate him. My wolf whimpers for the mate who destroyed us, even while my human side plots his destruction. And now Adrian's presence awakens something else entirely: a hunger, a connection that shouldn't be possible. They say you can't have two mates. They say the Moon Goddess only grants one bond per lifetime. But I've already died once. The rules don't apply to me anymore. As I navigate pack politics, billion-dollar deals, and supernatural warfare, the truth becomes clear: my death wasn't random. It was orchestrated by someone far more powerful than Damien. Someone who fears what I could become. Someone who'll kill me again if they discover I've returned. The clock is ticking. Six months until the night of my original death. Six months to seduce my enemies, forge new alliances, and uncover the conspiracy that runs deeper than one Alpha's betrayal. Six months to decide: Do I want justice or do I want blood? I conquered death once. Now I'll conquer them all: the mate who betrayed me, the she-wolf who stole my place, and the mysterious billionaire Alpha who thinks he can tame me. They're all about to learn that a Luna reborn doesn't forgive. She destroys.
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A Kingdom Built on Her Grief
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In the Kingdom of Vaelthorn, grief is not merely an emotion. It is the most powerful form of magic in existence. The deeper one has suffered, the more devastating the power that lives in their blood. Queens are not born. They are forged in loss. Queen Seraphine was forged more than most. At twenty-four, she had already buried her parents, survived a war, and given everything to the man she loved and the throne they would share. Every wound, every sleepless night, every silent tear poured into a future she believed in. She called it devotion. She would learn it was fuel. On the night of their coronation, King Aldric annulled their union before the entire court. He revealed he had harvested her grief-magic to build his power, and had her stripped of her crown, her name, and her home before midnight. Exiled to the frost-bitten edge of the empire, Seraphine has nothing left. And it is precisely in having nothing left that something ancient and immense stirs inside her. A power so deep even she cannot yet see its shape. She does not know she is the most dangerous woman alive. Not yet. He arrives with no past and no explanation. Caelan moves through the exile village like a man who belongs to another world entirely. Composed where others are desperate, watchful where others are broken. He asks no questions. He offers no comfort. He simply appears, again and again, wherever Seraphine is. What he will not tell her: he was sent by an ancient god of grief, tasked with locating the soul whose sorrow has grown powerful enough to either restore or unmake the world. He found her in three days. He was supposed to collect her power and leave. He has been there six weeks, and leaving has become an impossibility he cannot explain to himself, let alone to the god who sent him. What unfolds between them is not a love story, not at first. It is a war of silences, of suspicion, of two people who have both learned that trust is a currency used against you. Caelan trains Seraphine to harness what she carries. She grows. She burns. She becomes someone the exile village whispers about, and the empire should fear. And somewhere in the forging of her power, they forge something neither of them asked for. When Seraphine discovers the truth of why Caelan came, the bargain, the god, the mission she was never meant to know about, the betrayal tears open something worse than what Aldric did to her. Because she had, against every instinct, believed in Caelan. She walks away carrying the full weight of her grief, not knowing it has now become the most lethal force in the known world. She does not return to reclaim the throne. She returns to make every man who built a kingdom on her suffering understand what it cost them, and what it will cost them now. In the final act, Seraphine marches on Vaelthorn not as a displaced queen but as something the empire has no name for. Caelan must make an impossible choice: complete the divine mission he was bound to for centuries, or stand with the one woman who has made him want to be something other than what he was made to be. The kingdom will fall. The question is only whether what rises from it will be built on her grief or on her triumph.
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Mated to the Alpha Who Can't Have Me
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She was never supposed to exist. He was never supposed to want her. Seraphina has one goal survive in silence. A secret princess with a price on her blood, she has spent years buried in plain sight, invisible to the world that would destroy her if it knew the truth. Alpha King Kade has everything power, territory, a throne, and a bride chosen for him by duty. His life is perfectly decided. Until he finds her. One look. One scent. One pull so deep it rewrites everything he thought he knew about control. She is his mate. And she is the one woman he absolutely cannot have. But since when has a king ever accepted cannot?
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Blood on the Wedding Cake
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Everyone said it was the wedding of the century. The flowers were white. The dress was perfect. The groom was handsome. But when the lights flickered, and the guests screamed, no one was looking at the bride anymore. They were looking at the body. Mara Delacroix had planned every detail of her wedding for two years. The venue. The guest list. The man she was marrying was Dorian Voss, heir to one of the most powerful crime families in the city. She just didn't plan for someone to die at the altar. She didn't plan to be the prime suspect. And she definitely didn't plan to fall for the cold, ruthless detective assigned to her case, the same man who swore he'd put her behind bars before the week was out. In a world where everyone is lying, the truth tastes bitterer than blood. And the wedding cake? It was never just a cake.
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