Giulietta

The Last Touched is a haunting fantasy of bloodlines, broken fate, and the perilous cost of power.

Elsbeth MoonChild is the last of the touched—the final descendant of a cursed lineage bound to the flame. As Alpha of the shattered 12th pack, she bears the ruin left by her father’s crime: the murder of the queen. Branded by his betrayal, hunted by her former chosen mate, and driven into exile with the last of her people, Elsbeth has one desperate path forward—to survive, she must stake her claim in the Rite of Queens, an ancient trial that demands strength, sacrifice, and the will to rule.

But the Rite does more than test her body and mind. It pulls her backward in time, submerging her into the forgotten life of her ancestor—the first queen. As memories bleed into dreams and dreams into waking, Elsbeth begins to unravel a long-buried truth: the flame in her blood is not just magic. It is a weapon. A curse. A gift once traded in blood and sacrifice to end an age of chaos.

And she is not the only one who carries it.

Julia, her estranged sister—exiled, fire-born, and half-mad with hunger—is no hybrid. She is the living echo of the power their bloodline tried to bury. Ruthless, charismatic, and driven by the belief that the throne was stolen from her, Julia is building a gospel of grievance and flame. Her army grows in the shadows, fed by secrets and stolen children. And with each ritual, the ancient seal weakens, waking something that was never meant to rise again.

Torn between duty and desire, Elsbeth clings to the one thing that keeps her tethered—Fen, her true mate, a being older than he appears, hiding a divine truth of his own. Their bond runs deeper than fate, but it terrifies her. To surrender to it would mean choosing love over the kingdom. And if she falls too far, the flame inside her might burn her from within… just as it did her father.

As old gods stir and the fire in her blood begins to answer the call of something watching from beneath the ice, Elsbeth must decide: will she become the queen her people need? Or the weapon her blood was meant to wield?

AUTHOR'S NOTE:
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The Last Touched: Rite of Queens

He watched me with those flickering ember eyes, his stillness sharp as a blade. The stone cell I'd given him wasn't a dungeon cell in the traditional sense. It had a bed, a table, a window that caught the ash-grey light in the morning. But it was still a cage, and he knew it.

I brought him food. Same meal I ate. Stew. Bread. Water from the mountain spring. No tricks. No tests. I left the tray without a word, turned on my heel, and didn't look back.

The second day, he muttered a thank you. I almost missed it.

The third day, he sat across from me.

We ate together in silence. No questions, no answers. Just two strangers who knew how to chew slowly and listen harder. He studied me the way a wounded predator studies the edge of a trap—testing for tension.

Now and Then