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.
"You're mine, little puppy," Kylan growled against my neck. A soft gasp escaped my lips as his lips brushed my skin. My mind screamed at me to push him away-the Lycan Prince who had humiliated me again and again, but my body betrayed me, leaning into him before I could stop myself. He pressed his lips against mine, and his kiss grew more aggressive, more possessive as I felt my legs weaken. What was I doing? In a split-second, I pulled away and slapped him hard across the face. Kylan's eyes darkened, but the smirk on his lips exposed his amusement. "You and I both know we can't fight this, Violet," he said, gripping my wrist. "You're my mate." "And yet you don't want me," I replied. "You told me you were ashamed of me, that l'd never be your queen, that you'd never love me. So please, accept my rejection and let me go." "Never," he whispered, his grip tightening as he pulled me closer. "Soon enough, you'll be begging for me. and when you do-I'll use you as I see fit and then I'll reject you."
After three loveless years, Neil's betrayal deeply wounded Katelyn. She wasted no time in getting rid of that scoundrel! After the divorce, she devoted herself to career pursuits. Rising to prominence as a top designer, skilled doctor, and brilliant hacker, she became a revered icon. Neil, realizing his grave mistake, tried in vain to win her back, only to witness her magnificent wedding to another. As their vows were broadcast on the world's largest billboard, Vincent slid a ring onto Katelyn's finger and declared, "Katelyn is now my wife, a priceless treasure. Let all who covet her beware!"
After two years of marriage, Sadie was finally pregnant. Filled with hope and joy, she was blindsided when Noah asked for a divorce. During a failed attempt on her life, Sadie found herself lying in a pool of blood, desperately calling Noah to ask him to save her and the baby. But her calls went unanswered. Shattered by his betrayal, she left the country. Time passed, and Sadie was about to be wed for a second time. Noah appeared in a frenzy and fell to his knees. "How dare you marry someone else after bearing my child?"
In order to fulfill her grandfather's last wish, Stella entered into a hasty marriage with an ordinary man she had never met before. However, even after becoming husband and wife on paper, they each led separate lives, barely crossing paths. A year later, Stella returned to Seamarsh City, hoping to finally meet her mysterious husband. To her astonishment, he sent her a text message, unexpectedly pleading for a divorce without ever having met her in person. Gritting her teeth, Stella replied, "So be it. Let’s get a divorce!" Following that, Stella made a bold move and joined the Prosperity Group, where she became a public relations officer that worked directly for the company’s CEO, Matthew. The handsome and enigmatic CEO was already bound in matrimony, and was known to be unwaveringly devoted to his wife in private. Unbeknownst to Stella, her mysterious husband was actually her boss, in his alternate identity! Determined to focus on her career, Stella deliberately kept her distance from the CEO, although she couldn't help but notice his deliberate attempts to get close to her. As time went on, her elusive husband had a change of heart. He suddenly refused to proceed with the divorce. When would his alternate identity be uncovered? Amidst a tumultuous blend of deception and profound love, what destiny awaited them?
Rumors said that Lucas married an unattractive woman with no background. In the three years they were together, he remained cold and distant to Belinda, who endured in silence. Her love for him forced her to sacrifice her self-worth and her dreams. When Lucas' true love reappeared, Belinda realized that their marriage was a sham from the start, a ploy to save another woman's life. She signed the divorce papers and left. Three years later, Belinda returned as a surgical prodigy and a maestro of the piano. Lost in regret, Lucas chased her in the rain and held her tightly. "You are mine, Belinda."
Janice, the long-forgotten legitimate heiress, made her way back to her family, pouring her heart into winning their hearts. Yet, she had to relinquish her very identity, her academic credentials, and her creative works to her foster sister. In return for her sacrifices, she found no warmth, only deeper neglect. Resolute, Janice vowed to cut off all emotional bonds. Transformed, she now stood as a master of martial arts, adept in eight languages, an esteemed medical expert, and a celebrated designer. With newfound resolve, she declared, "From this day forward, no one in this family shall cross me."