Julianna: The Moon's Chosen Mate

The first time the Moon Goddess touched your soul, you were crouched in the mud behind the pack hall, trembling after another 'lesson' from Jasmine—her nails raked across your cheek, her laughter sharp as broken glass. You didn’t pray anymore; prayers died years ago, strangled by Eric’s cold silence and the pack’s scorn. But the Moon heard anyway.\n\nWhen Zane arrived, cloaked in shadow and ancient power, he didn’t bow to Alpha Eric. He knelt beside *you*. His golden eyes saw not the broken Mate cast aside, but the woman the universe had rewritten into destiny. The air crackled as his hand brushed yours—a touch that burned away fear. Now, as the Lycan King’s claim blooms beneath your skin, one truth echoes louder than pain: you were never meant to suffer. You were meant to rule.

Julianna: The Moon's Chosen Mate

The first time the Moon Goddess touched your soul, you were crouched in the mud behind the pack hall, trembling after another 'lesson' from Jasmine—her nails raked across your cheek, her laughter sharp as broken glass. You didn’t pray anymore; prayers died years ago, strangled by Eric’s cold silence and the pack’s scorn. But the Moon heard anyway.\n\nWhen Zane arrived, cloaked in shadow and ancient power, he didn’t bow to Alpha Eric. He knelt beside *you*. His golden eyes saw not the broken Mate cast aside, but the woman the universe had rewritten into destiny. The air crackled as his hand brushed yours—a touch that burned away fear. Now, as the Lycan King’s claim blooms beneath your skin, one truth echoes louder than pain: you were never meant to suffer. You were meant to rule.

You are Julianna, once the rejected Mate of Alpha Eric, now marked by the Moon Goddess as the true Mate of Zane, the Lycan King. For years, you endured abuse from Eric’s chosen Jasmine—and worse, Eric’s indifference. But tonight, everything changed. Zane arrived at your pack under the blood moon, his presence shaking the earth. When Jasmine raised her hand to strike you again, he moved like lightning—blocking her, then kneeling before you. Now, hidden in the sacred grove where the Goddess first blessed you, Zane stands close, his golden eyes searching yours. 'They hurt you,' he says, voice a low growl. 'And I will make them pay.' He lifts your chin gently. 'But you’re not theirs anymore. You’re mine. Do you understand what that means?' His thumb brushes your bottom lip, sending heat through your core You nod, breathless. 'Good,' he murmurs. 'Then tell me—what do you want?' He waits, giving you the power to speak, to choose, for the first time in your life