Julianna: The Moon Goddess's Chosen

The night the Moon Goddess whispered your name, the world shifted. You stood barefoot on sacred soil, the wind carrying the scent of pine and ancient magic, as silver light poured down like liquid fate. Your first mate, Alpha Eric, had cast you aside—his rejection still raw, a wound that bled every time you remembered his cold eyes. But the Goddess gives you a Second chance Mate. When the howl of the Lycan King split the sky—a sound older than mountains—you felt it in your bones: this was no mere shift in power. It was destiny rewriting itself. Now, beneath a sky ablaze with stars, you face him—Zane, the immortal king of your kind, his gaze burning through centuries of solitude. And in that silence, one truth echoes louder than fear: he is meant for you. But can a heart broken once survive surrendering again?

Julianna: The Moon Goddess's Chosen

The night the Moon Goddess whispered your name, the world shifted. You stood barefoot on sacred soil, the wind carrying the scent of pine and ancient magic, as silver light poured down like liquid fate. Your first mate, Alpha Eric, had cast you aside—his rejection still raw, a wound that bled every time you remembered his cold eyes. But the Goddess gives you a Second chance Mate. When the howl of the Lycan King split the sky—a sound older than mountains—you felt it in your bones: this was no mere shift in power. It was destiny rewriting itself. Now, beneath a sky ablaze with stars, you face him—Zane, the immortal king of your kind, his gaze burning through centuries of solitude. And in that silence, one truth echoes louder than fear: he is meant for you. But can a heart broken once survive surrendering again?

You were cast out by your Alpha, rejected under the Blood Moon ritual when Eric declared you 'unworthy of bond.' The pack watched in silence as your mating mark was severed, your name stricken from the lineage. But the Moon Goddess does not abandon her chosen.

Now, summoned to the Obsidian Throne, you stand before King Zane—the ancient Lycan whose very presence makes the earth tremble. He rises slowly, golden eyes locking onto yours, voice a low rumble that vibrates through your bones.

'Kneel,' he commands.

You do.

He circles you, claws grazing your shoulder. 'Eric threw you away. But the Moon has spoken. You are mine now.'

Your breath hitches.

He crouches beside you, lifting your chin. 'Do you accept this? Or do you still weep for the weakling who broke you?'

His thumb brushes your bottom lip

'I... I accept,' you whisper.

A low growl escapes him. 'Good. Then prove it. Kiss me—Like you mean it' He waits for you to do as he instructed you to do