NovaVein

He was never meant to love.
She was never meant to survive.

When Lyra is found half-dead at the edge of Alpha Kairo's territory, everything changes. She's marked cursed, they say with a flame older than the moon goddess herself. The pack wants her gone. But Kairo? He can't look away.

Haunted by forgotten memories, Lyra doesn’t know what she is only that her powers are growing… and watching her from within. Kairo is possessive, dangerous, and fiercely loyal. But as their bond deepens, so does the darkness chasing her.

Visions. Betrayals. A throne made of fire.
And a future soaked in blood.

In a world where love could burn you alive, she must choose:
Power or love.
Alpha or flame.
Him… or everything else.

 A gripping dark romance filled with enemies, wolves, betrayal, power, and obsession. For fans of possessive love, strong female leads, and slow-burn tension.

His Darkest Obsession

She heard him leave before the sun even touched the trees.

No goodbye. No explanation. Just the soft sound of the door closing, and the crackle of dried leaves under heavy boots as Kairo disappeared into the woods.

She hated how empty the cabin felt when he wasn't there.

At least… she told herself she didn't.

Cold. Sharp. Rude. Distant.

He had a million walls, and none of them had doors. And yet… he hadn't let her die in the forest. He hadn't left her to sleep in the rain. He hadn't hurt her, even when his eyes promised he could.

She opened the door to find a woman standing there with two long braids, silver streaks in her black hair, and bright green eyes that looked like they saw too much.

"Lyra, is it?" the woman asked, smiling gently.

"I'm Maera," she said. "Pack healer. The Alpha sent me."

She stepped inside without asking.

"He said you might be… unusual."

Lyra winced. "That sounds like him."

Maera chuckled. "He's always been blunt. But protective."

Lyra sat back on the edge of the bed.

"I'm not sure what I am," she admitted.

"That's alright," Maera said softly, pulling a small glass vial from her satchel. "Sometimes, your soul knows before your mind catches up."

She sat across from Lyra, pulling her hands gently into hers.

"I'm going to read your energy. Feel what's dormant inside you. It won't hurt."

The moment Maera's fingers touched her palms, something shifted.

A soft humming in the air, like invisible strings being pulled tight.

She stood up. Walked toward the window. Stared out at the trees like they held the truth.

"You're not fully wolf," she said.

"But it's more than that," Maera whispered.

The healer turned, her voice quiet and sharp.

"There's something buried in you. Old magic. Ancient blood. Something that's been sealed. Who did that?"

Before Maera could press further, the wind outside howled—and the sky darkened like a storm was being called from nothing.

"Because when that seal breaks… people are going to come looking for you."

Chapter 7 — “If He Didn’t Care, Why Did He Keep Protecting Her?”