로그인Some monsters wear crowns. Others earn the title. Celeste Blackwood has spent her entire life preparing to become the perfect Luna. Raised inside the gilded walls of Blackwood Estate, she knows obedience is survival. Her future has already been decided—a political marriage to Julius Blackwood, a brilliant yet merciless heir who sees her not as a bride, but as the final piece in his terrifying experiments. On the day she is delivered to her destiny, fate intervenes. A brutal ambush leaves her convoy in ruins, and from the blood-soaked wreckage emerges the man whispered about in every nightmare. Kaelen. The Butcher. Feared as the ruthless Alpha of the Rogues, Kaelen is a warrior whose name sends powerful packs into hiding. He should have left Celeste to die. Instead, he carries her into the Dead Zone—a lawless land where survival is earned in blood and loyalty is worth more than life itself. As Celeste is drawn deeper into the Rogue rebellion, she uncovers a truth that changes everything. She isn't an ordinary Alpha's daughter. Her bloodline belongs to an ancient race believed to have vanished centuries ago—the legendary Silver Wolf. Now, the man she was promised to wants her as the key to creating an unstoppable empire. The man she was taught to fear will burn the world to keep her alive. With kingdoms on the brink of war, ancient secrets awakening, and destiny demanding its price, Celeste must embrace the beast sleeping inside her before darkness consumes every pack. Because the greatest threat isn't the Butcher... It's the Bride.
더 보기13 Years Ago
They say history is written by the victors, but my story began with the defeated.
Decades ago, my grandfather, a ruthless Alpha obsessed with blood purity waged war on the Silver Moon Pack. He slaughtered them all, leaving only one survivor: a young girl named Masia. She was brought back not as a guest, but as a slave.
That slave would become my mother.
It was the oldest cliché in our world: the Alpha Heir falling for the servant. My father, Loine, didn't care about bloodlines or politics; he only cared about her. But his father would not let his legacy be "stained" by the blood of a defeated enemy. He banished my mother to the wild as a Rogue and forced my father to marry a woman he didn't love, Angel, a Beta’s daughter who would later on bring upon herself her own demise.
Years passed. My grandfather died. And the first thing my father did was hunt for the woman he never stopped loving.
He found her. They reconciled. And though my mother tried to leave when she learned he now had a wife and three children, fate had other plans. She was pregnant with me.
For five years, we lived in a secret cabin deep in the woods, a hidden world where my father wasn't an Alpha, but just a man who loved us. It was a stolen happiness. A fragile bubble.
And bubbles always burst.
"Celeste, get under the floorboards. Now."
My mother’s voice wasn't loud, but the terror in it made my blood run cold. I was only five years old, sitting on the rug playing with my wooden wolf figurines, but I knew the look in her eyes. It was the look of a hunted animal.
"Mama?"
"Do as I say!" She grabbed my arm, her grip bruising, and shoved me toward the loose panel in the corner of the room. Outside, the leaves crunched, not the sound of the wind, but the heavy, synchronized steps of wolves.
Assassins.
"Papa is coming back soon," I whispered, trembling as I curled into the dark, dusty space beneath the floor.
"Papa isn't here, little star. You must be quiet. No matter what you hear, you do not make a sound. Promise me." Her eyes, usually a warm brown, flashed with a strange, violet light I had never seen before. She kissed my forehead, a desperate, final seal. "I love you."
She replaced the board, plunging me into darkness.
Seconds later, the front door shattered.
I pressed my hands over my ears, but I couldn't block out the sounds. The growls. The breaking furniture. The sneering voice of a man I didn't know.
"The Luna sends her regards, mongrel."
Then, the screams began.
I watched through a crack in the wood, tears streaming down my face. I saw my mother fighting not like a slave, but like a warrior. Silver light, like moonlight made liquid, exploded from her hands, throwing two of the wolves back against the wall. It was the power she had hidden all her life, the heritage of the pack my grandfather destroyed.
But there were too many of them.
When silence finally fell, the door burst open again. But this time, the scent that flooded the room wasn't blood, it was rain and pine. My father.
I heard the most heart-wrenching sound of my life: the wail of an Alpha who has lost his mate.
"Masia! No, no, no..."
I pushed the board up, coughing in the dust. My father was on his knees, cradling her broken body, his tears dripping onto her face. He looked up when he saw me, his eyes burning with a rage that would soon burn down the world of the woman who ordered this.
He didn't look like my papa in that moment. He looked like a monster.
He scooped me up, shielding my eyes from my mother’s body, and walked out of the cabin that had been our heaven, stepping into the hell that would become my life.
I didn't know it then, but the war between our families hadn't ended with my grandfather. It had just begun.
Consciousness returned in jagged shards.First came the smell, stale tobacco, wet dog, and gasoline. Then came the sound, the roar of an engine struggling against a steep incline, and the rattle of metal against metal. Finally, the pain. A dull, rhythmic throbbing at the base of my skull where the Butcher had pressed his thumb.I opened my eyes, expecting the soft velvet of my canopy bed or the leather of the Rolls Royce.Instead, I was staring at the rusted ceiling of a truck cab.I tried to sit up, but my body wouldn't cooperate. My wrists were bound tight in front of me with rough hemp rope that bit into my skin. I was wedged awkwardly in the cramped backseat of a pickup truck, surrounded by crates that smelled of oil and gunpowder."She’s awake."The voice came from the front seat. It wasn't the deep, vibrating rumble of the Butcher. It was higher, sharper, like a serrated knife.I shifted, wincing as the vibration of the road jarred my ribs. I looked toward t
CELESTEMy scream died in my throat as the massive, blood-stained hand wrapped around my upper arm.I expected pain. I expected the crushing force that had snapped Vance’s neck like a twig. I braced myself for death, closing my eyes tight.But when his skin touched mine, the world didn't end. It exploded.A jolt of white-hot electricity surged from his fingertips straight into my marrow. It wasn't the static shock of a doorknob; it was a lightning strike. It sizzled through my veins, hot and immediate, snapping every nerve ending to attention.My eyes flew open.The air in the car suddenly grew heavy, suffocatingly thick. The metallic stench of blood and the damp smell of the forest vanished, replaced by a scent so potent it made my head spin.It smelled like a storm breaking after a long drought. It was intoxicating. Terrifying.I gasped, my breath hitching. My body, usually cold and sluggish, flushed with a sudden, confusing heat. My heart wasn't just racing
The silence of the forest didn't just break; it was butchered.One moment, we were idling between two fallen oak trees, trapped in a cage of wood and fog. The next, the world outside the Rolls Royce erupted into absolute bedlam."Defensive positions!" Vance screamed, fumbling with his radio. "We are under attack! I repeat, Code Red!"But the radio only spat back static and the wet, gurgling sounds of dying men.I pressed my face against the tinted glass, trembling as I watched the nightmare unfold. Magnus’s convoy consisted of ten elite enforcers—highly trained shifters in armored SUVs. They were supposed to be unstoppable.But they were fighting shadows.The fog seemed to come alive. Rogues dropped from the tree branches like oversized arachnids, landing on the hoods of the cars with bone-jarring thuds. They moved with a speed that defied nature, fluid and feral.A guard from the lead SUV—a massive Beta I recognized named Korg—burst out of his vehicle, shifting m
The transition from civilization to the wild wasn't subtle. It was violent.One moment, the tires of the Rolls Royce were humming smoothly over the paved asphalt of my father’s territory, passing manicured lawns and electric streetlights. The next, the pavement ended abruptly, replaced by a rough, gravel-strewn track that wound like a scar into the heart of the forest.The Neutral Territory.No pack claimed this land. It was a no-man's-land—a buffer zone of ancient, gnarled wilderness that separated the civilized packs from the chaos of the Rogue lands. It was a place where laws didn't exist, where cell service died, and where monsters were said to roam freely.The car dipped into a pothole, jarring my spine."Sorry, Miss," the driver grunted. I had learned his name was Vance—a Beta from Magnus’s personal guard. He was built like a tank, with a neck as thick as my thigh and a scar running through his left eyebrow. He drove with one hand on the wheel and the other restin
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