Damien_Fey

In a world where werewolves thrive under the watchful eyes of the Moon Goddess, fate is believed to be absolute—until Eila Johnson proves otherwise. Born into a once-powerful bloodline that fell into ruin, Eila’s life has been far from privileged. As the eldest of nine siblings, she grew up in a household filled with love but plagued by financial hardship. Her parents, serve as house helpers in the Moon Treasure Pack.

Despite her circumstances, Eila has always been special. On her sixteenth birthday she received some rare powers that set her apart from her peers, marking her for a destiny greater than she could have ever imagined.

But the true shock comes when she senses her mate—none other than Leonard Blackwell, the wealthy and elusive Beta of the Moon Treasure Pack. The only known werewolf to have lost his fated mate. 

Until Eila.

Their connection is undeniable, but Leonard is unwilling to accept what fate has given him. 

But is that all to there fate? There are secrets waiting to be uncovered. 

Eila’s journey is only beginning—a journey filled with love and affection, but also betrayal, struggle, pain, and sadness. The Moon Goddess does not make mistakes, but has she made an exception this time? Or is Eila destined to change the very fabric of fate itself?

Eila’s Fate

Eila woke up with a start, her golden eyes blinking against the soft morning light filtering through the heavy curtains of the guest room. Her mind was still hazy, lingering somewhere between sleep and wakefulness, but something was… different.

A deep warmth enveloped her, cocooning her in a way that made her body feel heavy and content. It was comforting—until she realized what, or rather who, was causing it.

Her breath hitched as her senses caught up with reality. A strong, muscular arm was draped over her waist, holding her in place, and behind her, a firm body was pressed against her back. The heat from his bare skin seeped into her, making her shiver involuntarily.

Something firm nudged against her waist—probably his knee, she rationalized hurriedly—but that wasn't the problem. The real issue was how intimately they were tangled together.

Eila's heart pounded in her chest.

This is fine. It's just the scenting ritual. Nothing else.

Except, the memories of last night came flooding back—the way Leonard's scent had wrapped around her, the way he had growled Mine against her skin, the way his voice had dipped into a low, possessive whisper that sent shivers through her entire being.

She had told her mother about the ritual before coming to perform the ritual. Celena had been thrilled, practically beaming with pride that her daughter had been accepted by the Beta.

The thought made her blush harder.

Yes, Leonard had accepted their bond—but only partially. He had no intention of marking her yet. That meant he could still walk away.

The idea of rejection still loomed, a silent, dangerous possibility.

Eila let out a slow, controlled breath, willing herself to stay calm.

Leonard stirred behind her, his grip tightening around her waist as he shifted slightly. His face nudged closer to her neck, and a deep inhale sent another wave of shivers down her spine.

He took her trembling as cold and, without hesitation, pulled her even closer.

His scent—rich leather and crisp tangerine—filled her senses again, clouding her already muddled thoughts. She was acutely aware of every inch of him against her, every point where their bodies touched. It was overwhelming.

She wanted to say something, to remind him that they weren't actually supposed to be sleeping like this. But her voice refused to cooperate.

The world around them stilled, and for a moment, there was nothing but the rhythmic sound of his breathing and the steady, quiet thud of his heartbeat against her back.

They stayed like that for what felt like an eternity.

A soft, barely-there press of lips against her skin, so light that it could have been accidental.

Her wolf, Sera, was practically purring in satisfaction. He wants us. He won't let us go.

Leonard was unreadable, his emotions carefully hidden beneath layers of restraint.

But this moment—this lingering intimacy—felt dangerously close to something deeper than either of them had acknowledged.

Slowly, he exhaled, his warm breath ghosting over her skin before he finally, finally pulled away.

Eila let out the breath she hadn't realized she was holding.

Leonard stretched, his muscles shifting against her as he fully woke up. Then, as if nothing had happened, he pulled back and sat up, raking a hand through his dark black hair.

Eila turned to face him, her golden eyes wide, still processing everything that had just transpired.

His icy blue eyes flickered toward her, unreadable as always. Then, with a smirk that sent her already-racing heart into overdrive, he said casually, "Good morning ."

She was never going to forget this moment. It was surely etched into her mind forever.

A Morning Unlike Any Other