MsBunma

Orphaned and trapped under the cruel hand of her adoptive father, Sumaya endures relentless abuse at home and bullying at school, never suspecting that her entire life is built on deception. The greatest lie of all? That she is human.

Marrok, the son of the Alpha King, has never questioned his place in the world. Destined to be the strongest of his kind, he is fated to the prophesied Moon Child—his true mate. With a rare gift that allows him to hear the thoughts of others, no mind has ever been closed to him.

Until hers.

A chanced encounter puts Sumaya on a crossed path with a golden-eyed wolf. Something about the wolf unsettles her. The very next day, a new student arrives—Marrok. From the instant their eyes meet, she feels an inexplicable pull toward him, just like the wolf from the day before.

But Marrok is even more unsettled. A simple human girl should mean nothing to him, yet her existence stirs something deep inside him, something his wolf refuses to name.

As their path intertwine, buried secrets begin to surface—hidden identities, ancient vendettas, stolen destiny and a betrayal that altered the course of their world. And when the truth is finally revealed, the supernatural realm will be forced to face the consequences of their mistakes .

Because some fates can't be stolen without a price.

Moonbound Fate

Raul stood back, watching with barely concealed concern. He wanted answers as much as Lady Ulva did, but he knew better than to push.

Marrok didn't respond immediately, his gaze distant and lost in thought. His wolf—always a steady, commanding presence—shifted uneasily within him.

For the first time, Zeev seemed afraid… or was it worry?

"I need a moment alone," Marrok finally murmured, voice hoarse.

Raul hesitated but nodded. "Alright. Call me if you need anything." With one last glance, he turned to leave, muttering something about preparing dinner.

Ulva, however, was reluctant to leave.

"Please, Ulva," Marrok insisted, his voice strained, almost pleading. "I need this."

She studied his face, searching for something—anything—that would give her a reason to stay. But the look in his eyes… it was the same one he wore whenever he was drowning in something too heavy to share.

Not Ready For The Truth