Luna Harristone brought a blade to the Lycan King’s ball.

For his heart.  

The pack’s wofless outcast. Rejected by her alpha’s mate. Ridiculed for 3years. She should have fled when King Draven claimed her as his bride before the entire pack.  

Instead, she walked into King Draven Iravnov’s welcome ball with silver hair, amber eyes, and a dagger strapped to her thigh.  

Because the Alpha of Alphas isn’t just the king who burns packs for sport. He’s the man from her nightmares. The one with red eyes who’s haunted her since she was five. The one she swears murdered her parents.  

King Draven Iravnov has been searching for 400 years. Not for a bride. For a ghost.  


Then Luna appears. And he smiles. “Finally.”

He is not cruel. He is precise.

“You have three breaths to become useful.”
  
“I do not collect debts from strangers.”

“You sold me false dawn. So I will give you real onesies until you understand the difference.”

He doesn’t rage. He calculates. He doesn’t forgive. He educates. Men count sunrises until they break. Lords learn time is a currency only he spends.  

And Luna? He looks at her like he’s known her for centuries. Like he’s waited.  

“I wasn’t done with you,”he murmurs. 

“My sweet Adeline.”  

Problem is, Luna doesn’t know Adeline. She doesn’t remember him. She only knows the blade under her gown, the mate who rejected her, and the king who calls murder “administrative work.”

Two girls fit the prophecy. Only one walks away.

He chose last night. But he won’t say who.

And Luna’s about to learn why her soul flinches when he says “Mine.”

Will she remember why she loved him before she buries the blade?  

Or will she become another name in his ledger?  

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WARNING TRIGGER: MATURE CONTENT. NO RAPE!

*#Slowburn

#Morally Grey ML 

#Reincarnation 

#Prophecy 

#DarkRomance 

#Revenge 

#R18

#Angst  

Author’s POV: Regency balls, 400-year-old prophecies, and a king who treats torture like afternoon tea. If you like your MLs cold, your FLs with knives, and your romance measured in body counts, welcome to the court. _I promise you’ll check for blades under your own dress._ (;..^~^.;)  

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Luna didn't know that. All she felt was the heat of embarrassment mixing with a strange, reluctant relief that sat low in her chest, stubborn and confusing. He wasn't angry. He wasn't dismissing her. He was laughing, and for some strange reason, that made the tension in her shoulders ease by a fraction. The tight coil around her spine loosened just enough for her to draw in a breath that didn't scrape her throat raw.


Chapter 100 - Take My Hand