“You are no longer my mate.”

Those five words destroyed Nysera Moonborn’s entire world.

On the night she was meant to become Luna, Alpha Kael the man she loved publicly rejected her and humiliated her in front of the whole pack. Branded a weak, worthless omega, Nysera is left with nothing but a shattered heart and a future wrapped in misery.

But destiny has other plans.

When the cold and dangerous Lycan King, Draven Ashthorn, saves her from certain death, he discovers a secret hidden for centuries: Nysera is no ordinary werewolf. She is the last living heir of the Moonborn bloodline, a queen whose awakening could alter the fate of every pack.

As ancient enemies rise from the shadows and war looms over the kingdoms, Nysera must claim the power she never knew she had. At the side of the feared Beast King, she will rise from discarded omega to the strongest queen the werewolf world has ever known.

Now the Alpha who abandoned her wants her back.

But some betrayals cannot be undone.

Will Nysera choose the man who broke her heart, or the king willing to burn everything to keep her safe?

She was cast aside as an omega… but fate chose her as a queen.

Nysera could not breathe.

The cheers that had once filled the courtyard were gone, replaced by whispers that sliced deeper than any blade.

She was rejected.

I always knew she was never enough.

What kind of Luna cannot even keep her mate?

Each word tore away another piece of the dignity she had left.

She bowed her head, unwilling to let anyone see the tears burning in her eyes. She had spent years believing Kael loved her. Every smile, every promise, every soft touch now felt like a cruel lie.

Across the courtyard, Kael slid an arm around Selene’s waist.

He did not even glance at Nysera.

Not once.

It was as though she had already been erased from his life.

The Moon Goddess…

Why would you give me a mate only to let him destroy me?

Her wolf whimpered weakly inside her, the bond between them trembling beneath the force of the rejection.

A stabbing pain ripped through her chest.

She clutched a hand over her heart as her knees nearly gave out.

An elder stepped forward, his expression cold and unfeeling.

The ceremony is over.

Remove the rejected omega.

The words rang across the silent courtyard.

Two guards moved toward her without hesitation.

One seized her arm.

The other reached for her shoulder.

Nysera flinched.

I can walk, she whispered.

Neither of them responded.

They dragged her across the stone floor while dozens of wolves stared.

Some looked sorry for her.

Most looked relieved.

No one stepped forward to help.

Not even the people she had grown up beside.

She had never felt so alone.

When they reached the massive pack gates, one of the guards shoved her forward.

You no longer belong here.

The heavy doors slammed shut behind her.

The sound echoed through the forest like a coffin closing.

Nysera stood frozen.

Everything she had ever known…

Her home.

Her dreams.

Her future.

Gone.

The evening wind carried the scent of pine and rain as darkness settled over the forest.

She took one slow step.

Then another.

Without realizing it, she drifted deeper into the forbidden woods.

The trees loomed higher.

The air grew colder.

A suffocating silence pressed in around her.

Even the birds had stopped singing.

Her wolf stirred uneasily.

Something is watching us.

Nysera stopped.

The hairs at the back of her neck rose.

A twig cracked.

She spun around.

Nothing.

Only darkness.

She forced herself to keep moving.

Another sound.

Closer this time.

Leaves shifted.

Heavy footsteps circled her from somewhere between the trees.

Her heartbeat pounded against her ribs.

Who is there? she called, her voice trembling.

No answer.

Then

A deep growl rolled through the forest.

It was not an ordinary wolf.

It was bigger.

Far more terrifying.

Golden eyes glimmered between the shadows.

Then another pair.

And another.

Nysera stumbled back.

A pack of rogue wolves slowly stepped into view, their teeth flashing in the moonlight.

Their hungry stares locked onto her.

She understood the horrible truth.

Without a pack…

Without an Alpha…

Without protection…

She had become prey.

The largest rogue moved forward, licking the blood from his fangs.

Looks like the Silver Moon Pack has thrown us a gift.

Nysera’s heart nearly stopped.

There was nowhere left to run.

Then a deafening roar shook the entire forest.

Every rogue went still.

Terror flashed across their faces.

From the darkness, a towering figure emerged into the moonlight.

His silver eyes burned like living fire.

Even the air seemed to bow before him.

One word escaped the trembling lips of the rogue leader.

Lycan…

The rogue wolves stood still, their snarls fading into sad whimpers as the tall figure came out of the darkness. Moonlight lay across broad shoulders wrapped in a long black cloak. He moved with calm, careful steps, yet his presence made the ground feel heavy and mournful.

Nysera had never seen anyone like him.

His silver eyes held quiet authority, and the air around him pressed down so hard it made breathing feel difficult.

The rogue leader stepped back without meaning to.

“It… it can’t be.”

Another rogue lowered his head.

“The Beast King…”

A wave of fear passed through the pack.

Nysera frowned.

Beast King?

She had heard the name in bedtime stories whispered by the elders. They spoke of a Lycan ruler beyond the northern mountains, a warrior so powerful that no Alpha dared challenge him.

She had always thought he was only a legend.

The stranger stopped a few paces away.

His gaze moved across the rogues before resting briefly on Nysera.

For one quiet heartbeat, his cold expression softened.

Then it was gone.

“You have one chance,” he said, his voice deep and steady.

“Leave.”

The rogues hesitated.

The largest among them gave a forced laugh.

“There are ten of us.”

He bared his fangs.

“You are only one.”

The stranger did not answer.

Instead, he removed a single black glove.

Silver markings shimmered across the back of his hand.

The forest became silent.

Even the wind seemed to stop.

The rogue leader suddenly understood his mistake.

“Run!”

It was too late.

The stranger moved.

Nysera could barely see him.

One heartbeat, he stood before her.

The next, he was among the rogues.

A blur.

A crack.

A frightened scream echoed through the trees.

Within seconds, the rogues fled in every direction, abandoning the attack.

None of them dared look back.

The stranger did not chase them.

He only watched until the last scent disappeared into the night.

Silence returned.

Nysera stared at him, unable to speak.

He had defeated an entire rogue pack without transforming.

Who was he?

The stranger turned toward her.

“Are you hurt?”

She instinctively stepped back.

“I… I’m fine.”

“You are lying.”

His eyes settled on the bruises forming around her wrist, where the guards had dragged her from the pack.

Anger flashed across his face before fading.

“Who did this?”

Nysera lowered her gaze.

“It doesn’t matter.”

“It matters.”

Something in his voice made her believe he truly meant it.

No one had ever sounded angry for her before.

She swallowed.

“My own pack rejected me.”

The words felt heavier once spoken.

“The Alpha rejected me before everyone.”

The stranger stayed silent.

He seemed to be studying her, not judging her.

Finally, he asked, “Your name?”

“Nysera.”

He repeated it quietly, as if testing the sound.

“Nysera.”

For reasons she could not explain, hearing her name in his voice did not hurt.

It felt… safe.

“I’m Draven.”

The name struck her like lightning.

Draven Ashthorn.

The Lycan King.

Every child knew that name.

Every Alpha feared it.

She stepped back again.

“You…”

Her voice trembled.

“You’re really him.”

“I am.”

“Why are you here?”

His gaze drifted to the silver crescent mark on her wrist.

Until now, it had always looked like an ordinary birthmark.

But under the moonlight, it began to glow.

A faint silver light spread across her skin.

Nysera gasped.

“What is happening?”

Draven’s expression changed for the first time.

Shock.

Then relief.

“So…”

He whispered.

“It was true.”

“The prophecy never lied.”

Nysera looked between the glowing mark and the mysterious king.

“I don’t understand.”

“You will.”

Before he could explain, a chilling howl echoed through the forest.

It wasn’t a rogue.

It wasn’t an ordinary werewolf.

Draven’s eyes narrowed.

“They’ve found us.”

From every direction, shadows moved between the trees.

Figures cloaked in black appeared one after another.

Each wore a crimson wolf emblem across its chest.

Draven stepped in front of Nysera, placing himself between her and the approaching strangers.

“Stay behind me,” he ordered quietly.

The leader of the newcomers smiled.

“So the rumors were true.”

His gaze fixed on Nysera’s glowing mark.

“After all these years…”

“We’ve finally found the Last Moonborn.”

Nysera’s heart pounded.

The Last Moonborn?

She had no idea what those words meant.

But from the deadly faces around her…

Her life had changed forever.

The forest sank into a crushing silence.

Nysera’s heartbeat pounded in her ears as the strangers emerged from the shadows. Their black cloaks rippled in the cold night air, crimson wolf insignias shining against the dark cloth.

There were at least twenty of them.

Every one of them was staring at her.

Draven moved a little, stepping between Nysera and the advancing warriors.

“Stay behind me,” he said without turning around.

His steady voice should have put her at ease, yet the tension radiating from him told a different story.

These were no ordinary foes.

The man at their head wore a faint smile.

“So the mighty Beast King guards the girl.”

Draven’s face stayed unreadable.

“You’ve entered Lycan territory.”

“We go wherever our master commands.”

The stranger’s eyes slid to Nysera’s glowing wrist.

“The mark has awakened.”

Nysera quickly covered the silver crescent with her other hand.

“What do you want from me?”

The man’s smile deepened.

“You don’t even know who you are.”

“I asked you a question.”

He gave a quiet laugh.

“You’ve spent your entire life thinking you’re nothing more than a weak omega.”

His words hit a nerve.

“But your blood carries the power of an empire.”

Nysera frowned.

“I don’t understand.”

“You will.”

He slowly pulled free a long silver blade.

“The Shadow Emperor has waited twenty years for this night.”

“The last Moonborn must die before the prophecy is fulfilled.”

Before Nysera could respond, the warriors rushed forward.

Steel flashed under the moonlight.

Draven moved like a storm.

His sword met the first strike with a thunderous clang that rang through the trees.

Another enemy attacked.

Draven turned aside and drove the hilt of his weapon into the warrior, sending him crashing into a tree.

Nysera could barely keep up with his movements.

He fought with astonishing precision, every blow measured, every step intentional.

Three enemies closed in around him.

Five more moved in.

Still, none could break through.

“Run!” Draven shouted.

Nysera hesitated.

“I can’t leave you!”

“You’ll only become their target.”

She bit her lip.

He was right.

Yet every instinct in her screamed not to abandon him.

A sharp whistle sliced through the air.

One of the attackers had slipped past Draven.

His blade was pointed straight at Nysera.

She went still.

Everything moved too fast.

The sword descended.

A violent force crashed into her side.

Draven had thrown himself between them.

The blade tore across his shoulder instead.

Blood soaked his black coat.

“Draven!”

Fury flashed in his silver eyes.

A low growl rumbled in his chest.

The ground shuddered.

The moon seemed to shine brighter than before.

Silver light enveloped him.

His muscles tightened.

Bones shifted beneath his skin.

Nysera stumbled back in stunned disbelief.

She had heard tales of Lycans.

No one had ever seen one transform.

Not until now.

The air burst with power.

Towering over them all stood a massive silver wolf.

His eyes held the same piercing silver she had seen only moments ago.

The attackers’ confidence disappeared at once.

“The Lycan King…”

“Retreat!”

It was too late.

With a single earth-shaking roar, the enormous wolf surged into the battlefield.

The enemies broke apart in panic.

Within moments, those still standing vanished into the darkness.

Only silence was left behind.

The huge wolf turned toward Nysera.

For an instant, fear held her frozen.

Then she noticed something unexpected.

His eyes were not filled with rage.

They were full of concern.

The silver light around him gradually faded.

A moment later, Draven stood before her again, breathing hard.

Blood still seeped from the wound on his shoulder.

“You protected me,” Nysera whispered.

“I couldn’t let them take you.”

“But why?”

His gaze fell on the glowing crescent on her wrist.

“Because your life is bound to the future of every kingdom.”

Nysera shook her head.

“I don’t even know what that means.”

“You will.”

He reached into his coat and took out a worn silver pendant engraved with the same crescent moon as the mark on her wrist.

“I’ve been searching for the owner of this pendant for years.”

He placed it carefully in her palm.

The instant her fingers touched the metal, the pendant flared with brilliant silver light.

Ancient symbols surfaced across its face.

The ground beneath them started to tremble.

Far away, hidden beyond the northern mountains, enormous stone gates slowly opened for the first time in centuries.

Deep within the forgotten Moonborn Kingdom, an ancient voice echoed through the vacant halls.

“Our Queen…”

“…has finally awakened.”