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One True Luna for Twin Alphas

Lyra has spent her life as a lowly slave in the Crescent Moon Pack, dreaming of escape. But on her eighteenth birthday, everything changes. Chosen as the pack's Luna and bound to the powerful and charismatic Alpha Asher, Lyra discovers she's a True Luna, one of the rarest and most powerful beings in the werewolf world. As Lyra grapples with her newfound powers, her world is turned upside down by the return of Lucian, Asher's twin brother. Once unfairly exiled and branded a traitor, Lucian has forged his own formidable pack and now stands as an Alpha in his own right. His reappearance awakens something wild within Lyra, challenging her bond with Asher. Caught between two irresistible forces, Lyra finds herself torn. Asher, with his commanding presence and unwavering determination to protect her. Lucian, exuding danger and rebellion, his very presence promising freedom and passion. Both Alphas are drawn to her, both claim her as their own, their rivalry threatening to reignite old wounds and shatter pack alliances. But Lyra's awakening has attracted darker forces. Rogue werewolves hunt her, coveting the power of a True Luna for their sinister purposes. As war looms and long-buried secrets surface, Lyra must navigate treacherous pack politics, harness her unpredictable abilities, and choose between the two captivating wolves who've claimed her heart. In a world where loyalty is everything and fate is written in the stars, can Lyra forge her own destiny? Or will the bonds of the past—and the allure of two powerful Alphas—drag her into a future she never imagined?

Jiaxin_Hu · Fantasia
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61 Chs

Chapter 35: 'Love of Family'

The descent into the basement felt like a journey into another world. Each step I took down the winding staircase plunged me deeper into darkness, the air growing thick and heavy around me. The feeble light from the candles Malcolm had placed along the way cast eerie, dancing shadows on the stone walls.

As we reached the bottom, Malcolm pushed open a heavy wooden door. It creaked ominously, the sound echoing in the oppressive silence. The conference room beyond was a cavern of shadows, illuminated only by a cluster of candles on a long, ornate table. Their flickering light barely reached the edges of the room, leaving the corners shrouded in impenetrable blackness.

The dancing flames cast grotesque shadows across Malcolm's face as he took a seat at the head of the table.