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

Jasmine, fire ash, and winter steel.

He hadn't scented that combination in years.

Not since the battlefield outside Ravien.

She walked into the clearing like she owned it.

Same silver-white hair pulled tight behind her ears. Same piercing blue eyes. Same tattoo of the Luna's fang on her neck — faded but deliberate.

> "You haven't changed," she said softly.

"Still brooding. Still pretending you don't bleed."

Elyna stood near the edge of the porch, arms folded.

And Selene's gaze locked on her instantly.

> "So this is the girl," she said.

"The one you're willing to burn the treaty for."

Kairo's jaw clenched. "I didn't invite you here."

Selene smiled faintly. "No, but the flame did. It always calls us back."

She didn't know why her palms were sweating.

Why her instincts screamed even though Selene hadn't lifted a hand.

Maybe because when the woman looked at her…

It was like a hunter sizing up prey.

"I'm Selene," the woman said, stepping forward.

"Former second to the Alpha of Ravien. Blood sister to Kairo by battle. And the one who buried him alive when he lost control."

Kairo growled under his breath. "That's not how it happened."

Selene arched a brow. "No? Should I tell her how you slaughtered twelve to save one? Or how the Council branded you unfit to lead a real pack?"

Just stood there — a statue made of silence and shame.

"I don't trust her," Selene continued. "That mark? The prophecy? It's too convenient. Too ripe. And too dangerous."

Elyna rolled her eyes. "She's not a fruit."

Selene ignored her. "If the Council finds out what you're hiding, Kairo… they'll do more than exile you this time."

Kairo stepped forward, voice like thunder:

He knew Selene wasn't just here for politics.

She never came unless she wanted something.

And now she was sniffing around Lyra like a wolf circling a newborn pup.

He was about to say something—anything—when Selene's gaze dropped to Lyra's chest.

> "It's awakening," she said slowly. "Already?"

"I hope you're ready to lose everything for her. Again."

She sat outside on the porch, the stars cold and wide above her.

She didn't know who Selene truly was… but she saw it in her eyes:

Kairo stepped out, sat beside her without speaking.

After a long silence, Lyra finally asked:

He stared into the trees for a moment. Then said:

> "I broke the world to save someone who didn't want saving."

Because the way he looked at her…

he was willing to burn everything for.

Chapter 14 – The One He Buried