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Golden-Eyed White Wolf: Mine to Protect

In a pack that sees her as nothing more than an outcast, Leslie has spent her life concealing her true self. Her rare white wolf form, a secret passed down by her late mother, has kept her in the shadows, living a life of silence and solitude. But when fate binds her to Jaden, the Alpha's son, her world is thrust into chaos. Once her closest friend, Jaden’s betrayal leaves Leslie falsely accused of a crime she didn't commit, leading to brutal punishments. The Luna's decree of execution seems to seal her fate, but as the darkness threatens to consume her, Leslie's wolf, Elsie, awakens with a fierce determination to protect them both. In a desperate bid for survival, Elsie reveals her true form—a majestic white wolf—breaking the promise Leslie had sworn to keep. Hunted and rejected by the mate she once trusted, Leslie is forced to flee. As she navigates a world of danger and betrayal, she must confront her deepest fears and decide if she can ever trust again. Will the Moon Goddess grant her a second chance at love, or will Leslie remain a prey to those who wish to see her fall? This is a tale of resilience, survival, and the search for a love that transcends the darkest of betrayals.

lucy_mumbua · Fantasie
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70 Chs

Slip of Control

Damien's POV:

The moment I lost control, I knew Leslie felt it too. It hit me like a wave, the overwhelming, suffocating pull of darkness surging through me. One moment, I had the darkness at my command, bending to my will, using it to my advantage. The next, it was consuming me, pulling me under like a black tide, and I could feel it gnawing at the edges of my mind. A cold panic gripped me—if I didn't act fast, I could hurt someone. Worse, I could hurt her.

I knew Leslie would sense it. She would feel the shift in me through our bond, and she would come to me, worried, wanting to know if I was okay. I couldn't let that happen. Not now. Not when I was on the verge of losing myself completely. The darkness that had been a tool in my arsenal had turned on me, and I wasn't sure if I could wrest control back in time. It was suffocating, clawing at my soul, and I feared that when it overtook me, it would make me do something unforgivable.