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Everyone said I was Alpha Damon's whole world.
Beneath his cold exterior, he once wiped out an enemy wolf pack at my word, yet when I was critically wounded by the "Soul-Devouring Curse," he prioritized saving his foster sister Seraphina's moonstone.
The moonstone scorched his palm, but he remained oblivious, clutching the stone tightly from the ruins—it once belonged to Seraphina, the sole anchor for his forbidden feelings for her.
He growled, nearly manic:
"Seraphina, since you left, my world has been devoid of moonlight."
"I've remained faithful to you for three years, at least leave me something to hold onto."
So it turns out my existence was merely a shield for his forbidden love, a tool with the bloodline of a lunar priestess.
I closed my eyes in despair, allowing the curse to consume me.
When I opened eyes again, I was back on the day of the fated mate declaration ceremony with Damon.

The Forsaken Luna's New Dawn

His kiss was like a wildfire, consuming me in an instant.


Lucian's stamina was extraordinary, his energy as fierce as a wolf on the icy tundra.


He wore me out until dawn, barely satisfied as he finally relented, imprinting a deep mate's mark on my forehead.


We spent a week like this, shamelessly indulgent.


It suddenly dawned on me that this lifestyle was far too decadent.


So I dragged Lucian to attend a full moon banquet hosted by an important allied wolf pack.


They approached him with drinking horns full of fine wine, eager to strike up a conversation.


I wasn't interested in the exchange of interests between clans.


Tactfully, I retreated to the balcony to enjoy the night breeze.


Behind me, familiar footsteps approached, tinged with a hint of suppressed anger.


"Elara, I've given you enough time. Isn't it about time you got over your anger?"


I turned to face Damon, noticing the dark circles under his eyes, looking somewhat haggard.


Chapter 7