Primus_Adonis1

Betrayed by her first love on her birthday, Evelyn has vowed never to risk her heart again. Her life takes an unexpected turn when her mother’s tarot reading foretells love and destiny intertwined, leading her to meet two men- Lucas and Albert- which changes the trajectory of the destiny of Mooncrest. At first, Evelyn was confused about whom to pick. Finally, she falls for Albert, and only when she is deeply committed to her feelings for him does she find out that Albert belongs to the rival pack, the Nightshade Pack, who had just returned from exile and where inter-pack marriage is forbidden. Unknown to all, Lucas is not who he claims to be, as he is a shapeshifting rogue on a mission. He had killed the real Lucas and assumed his identity with the sinister plan to dominate Mooncrest with his rogue pack. Evelyn's love for Albert is tested by lies, deceit, betrayals, and Lucas' manipulations, which climax in a shocking murder that further escalates the long-standing rifts between the Shadow Pack and the Nightshade Pack. To make matters worse, Evelyn discovers she is pregnant with Albert's child. Will Evelyn's love for Albert be strong enough to reconcile their warring packs or would the forces at play destroy everything they hold dear?

RIVAL HEARTS: A MOONCREST SAGA

EVELYN'S POV

The symphony of clinking glasses and lively chatter resumed as everyone settled in, the room alive with warmth and camaraderie. The rich aroma of roasted meats and spiced vegetables mingled with the faint crackle of the fireplace, creating an almost surreal sense of comfort.

"So, Evelyn," my father's voice sliced through the pleasant hum, steady and commanding. Instantly, the chatter ebbed, and every gaze turned to me.

I straightened in my chair, feeling the subtle weight of expectation in the room. But beneath it, a flicker of pride warmed my chest. "It went well," I said, my voice clear despite the sudden hush. "I've been nominated to oversee all the decorators, both in and outside Mooncrest."

A ripple of approval spread through the table. My mother's face lit up, her pride unmistakable. "That's wonderful to hear," she said, her voice glowing with genuine warmth. "We're so proud of you, sweetheart."

LOVE AT MARRIAGE