Once upon a time, Eclipse lived a quiet life—until the Moon Goddess bound her to Malric NorthSteed, Alpha Prince of the North.

A man who was Cold, Ruthless and Ambitious beyond mercy.

On the night she was rejected as his mate, Malric slaughtered her entire pack… and then crowned another woman his bride.

Buried under the burning betrayal, Eclipse dies with her family, but five years later, she is reborn as Arrow—an assassin feared by wicked nobles and criminals alike; a ghost whispered through the underworld. Every life she takes is training that sharpens her resolve toward a single purpose:

Kill Malric NorthSteed. Then burn his entire empire to the ground.
But Malric is no longer just an Alpha Prince.

He is now the Alpha King of the North—untouchable behind towering palace walls and absolute power. So to reach him, Eclipse must do the unthinkable. She enters the grand Bridal Selection, a ruthless competition of fifty women vying to become his next Luna Queen—each bride hiding secrets, ambitions, and bloodstained desires of their own.

Disguised, surrounded by spies and trapped among obsessed rivals and lethal politics, Eclipse plays the role of the demure woman seeking Malric’s heart… while plotting to rip it from his chest.
 
Yet as the competition turns deadly, a terrifying truth emerges.

In this game of hearts and death, she is far from the only pawn on the board;
Her family’s massacre was no simple act of cruelty;
The bond she once shared with Malric NorthSteed had been anything but an accident;

Not to mention that Malric has been playing this game long before she even drew her bow, Eclipse tows the line of danger while donning on a fake mask before him.

Because if Malric discovers who she truly is—
If he realizes she is the mate he once rejected—
If the embers between them ignite into something dangerously real—

Then Eclipse will face a fate far worse than death. For when he catches her, no arrow, no mask, no hatred will save her.

Not from his vengeance.

Not from his power.

Not from the forbidden love that could destroy them both.

For the five days since she entered the North, Eclipse had only longed for one thing—to remain within constant proximity with Malric NorthSteed.


Only that way would she be able to unleash the ultimate skill of her wolf, a skill sharpened to perfection under the merciless tutelage of the Bloodhound.


Not by scent freshly left behind, but by memory. By imprint. By the echo of a presence that refused to fade once it had been acknowledged.


The Ashen Wolf was built for it—designed to trace what others could not even perceive. It catalogued scent the way scholars catalogued knowledge, breaking it down into layers until it could reconstruct the whole from nothing but fragments. And the Bloodhound had taken that instinct and honed it into something far more dangerous.


Now, Eclipse could find a man across distance with nothing but the ghost of him lingering in her mind.


Chapter 82 - The Hunt (II)