Thalia’s Unbecoming: From Killer To Cancer Luna
“Take off the lenses,” the Alpha King growls, his voice a low vibration that rattles my bones. “Let them see the monster you’ve hidden.
Thalia Thorne was born an abomination. In a world where your eyes dictate your destiny—Gold for the rulers, Blue for the servants—Thalia’s void-black eyes marked her as a Cancer: a curse to be erased at birth.
For two decades, she played the part of a ghost. She hid in the human cities, survived on silence, and kept her secret behind a pair of gold contacts. But one night of reckless rebellion ends in a bloodbath, leaving two men dead and Thalia in silver chains.
Now, she’s been dragged back to the Great North to face Alpha King Rael(A true Gemini, born with golden eyes). She is accused of murdering the King’s brother and practicing forbidden witchcraft. The penalty is death of found guilty, but Rael has a different torture in mind. Especially since he’s a cursed Alpha with no mate for centuries now and he’s been going into rut.
But Thalia doesn’t break. Instead, she ignites.
As a fated bond snaps into place between the hunter and his prey, a dark prophecy begins to awaken. With the eyes of the kingdom on her and the King’s hands around her throat, Thalia must decide: Will she continue to hide the darkness in her blood, or will she show them why Cancers are the most feared sign of all?
First one has to figure out why the throne was built on a lie. And why Thalia Thorne is the gospel truth that will burn it down.
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Chapter: 71RAELThe report was waiting on his desk at seven in the morning, which told him everything before he had even read a line of it. Talos never left paper on that desk overnight unless the contents needed to be seen the moment Rael's eyes opened, and that meant the contact had been made the previous evening and Talos had simply been standing in the corridor outside, waiting for the sound of movement in the room before he would allow himself to sleep.Rael read it standing up. He always read the important ones standing up, the way his body seemed to understand before his mind fully caught up that sitting down was a luxury reserved for information that could wait.Iron Ridge.The largest pack in the eastern territories, three hundred wolves strong, historically neutral in every internal dispute the Great North had ever weathered. Their Alpha was a woman named Breca who had been running that pack for forty years, and the thing everyone said about Breca, the thing that had followed her name
Last Updated: 2026-07-21
Chapter: 70The practice courtyard was Elodie’s idea, and I had agreed to it because the waking was real, ongoing, and unmanaged. And unmanaged things, I was learning, had a nasty tendency to manage you instead.Elodie had chosen the inner practice courtyard—a small, enclosed space away from the pack's main thoroughfares, with high stone walls on all four sides and the sacred flame basin relocated to the center for our session. Nara was there with a notebook, which was Nara’s default equipment for any event she attended, her pen already poised to document my potential catastrophe. Constance was there too, though nobody had specifically invited her. She had brought a fire bucket and a damp cloth and set them just inside the courtyard door with the practical, dry expression of a woman who had decided that preparedness was a significantly more useful virtue than optimism.I stood at the edge of the circle Elodie had marked on the ground, the stone beneath my boots humming with a faint, rhythmic puls
Last Updated: 2026-07-20
Chapter: 69bAfterward, I sat up with my back against the headboard and he lay with his arm across my lap. The morning light was fully in the room and neither of us was in any particular hurry.I read one of the archive pages Heloise had given me the previous evening, holding it in both hands, while he looked at the ceiling with the distant quality of a man running through something in his head. The room was quiet, save for the crackle of the embers in the hearth. The archive page felt heavy in my hands, a tangible piece of the history I was currently dismantling."She documented the swearing ground," I said, without looking up."The mountains?" he asked, his voice low."Yes. She mapped the route. She had sketches of the stones." I turned the page. "She had been there."He sat up slightly, his attention narrowing. "Your mother went to the swearing ground.""Eleven years before I was born," I said. "She went alone. She describes what she felt when she got there." I was quiet for a moment, letting t
Last Updated: 2026-07-20
Chapter: 69ATHALIA's povThalia-The morning air was crisp, biting at the edges of the chamber where the stone met the high, arched windows, but under the heavy, tangled layers of wolf-furs, the world was pure, unadulterated heat. We moved with the languid, unhurried pace of two people who had finally stopped running from the horizon, stopped treating every dawn as an impending execution. For the first time since I had been dragged into his court, there was no urgency to prove anything, no tactical maneuver to plan, no venomous politics to survive. There was only the slow, deep exploration of belonging—a quiet, heavy truth that settled between us like iron turned to liquid fire.I traced the broad lines of his shoulders, my fingers cataloging the scarred geography of his past. It was a map of every brutal battle he’d ever fought to keep his crown, every jagged wound he’d carried through three centuries of isolation. I felt him shudder under my touch, a low, tectonic vibration that rippled through
Last Updated: 2026-07-19
Chapter: 68 RAEL'S POVI came to her door at nine in the evening, and for the first time in three centuries, I walked slowly without a destination fueled by duty. Every other time, my stride had been driven by the heavy, iron-clad requirements of a king—the need for information, the management of a territorial breach, or the calculated extraction of a secret. But tonight, the corridors of the compound were quiet, the air cooling with the mountain night, and I had left my study not because I had a mandate to fulfill, but because the space in my chest felt hollow and cold whenever I was away from her.I knocked. The sound was a sharp, final punctuation against the wood.When she opened the door, the first thing I saw was the way she looked at me—her posture, usually guarded and ready for a parry, softened. She held a leather-bound journal against her chest like a shield, but her eyes, those infinite, void-deep eyes, were soft. She was mine. The realization hit me with the force of a landslide, a p
Last Updated: 2026-07-18
Chapter: 67I read for three hours without moving.The room had fallen into a deep, evening stillness, broken only by the occasional rustle of paper as Heloise worked. She was a ghost in the machine of the archive, moving through the boxes with the systematic, terrifying efficiency of a woman who had been building this puzzle for over a decade. At some point, Constance had slipped in, set a tray of tea and cold meat on the corner of the table, and vanished with the silent, perceptive grace that had become her signature. She didn't ask if we were hungry; she simply ensured that the necessity of food would not interrupt the gravity of what was happening.I set the letter I was holding face-down on the table. It was the seventeenth one in the bundle. My hands were steady, but my mind was spinning, tracing the map my mother had laid out.She had been a scholar. Not a hobbyist, not a dilettante, but a woman who treated history like a locked room she was determined to pick. The letters detailed how she
Last Updated: 2026-07-17
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