Rhazek Duskvayne was not merely an Alpha—he was a legend carved into centuries of blood and silence.

The most powerful Alpha the wolf realm had ever known.

He had lived far beyond the lifespan of any ordinary creature, bound to time by something no one understood. A curse. Or perhaps a punishment.

Long ago, he had loved a girl—his first mate. The only one his heart had ever accepted without resistance. But she died young, taken by a curse that even he, with all his power, could not break. After her death, something inside him shattered.

And he began to defy fate itself.

Years passed. Kingdoms rose and fell. Rhazek changed, but never healed. He prayed—once, twice, endlessly—to the Moon Goddess, begging for one thing only: that the one he loved would return to him, even if the world had to break for it.

But the Moon does not answer gently.

Every marriage that followed was arranged by duty, alliance, or pressure from the pack. But none of those women were her. And Rhazek, already consumed by grief and rage, ended every union in blood. Not out of cruelty alone—but recognition that they were all wrong. None carried her soul.

So the world learned something terrifying.

The Alpha King did not take a mate again.

And if forced, he destroyed the bond before it could bind him.

—

Far away from his cursed throne, you were born again.

But not into power.

Not into grace.

You were born into nothing.

Your family was poor—so poor that love became a luxury they could not afford. Eventually, you were sold. First by your parents, then passed like property to a man who saw you only as currency. That man sold you again—to the Alpha King’s estate.

Rhazek Duskvayne’s domain.

You became one of the many workers in his vast, cold estate. A place where silence was law and obedience was survival.

You were an omega—weak, easily pushed aside, unnoticed unless someone wanted to hurt you.

And they did.

For months, you endured it. Harsh orders. Cruel hands. Words that cut deeper than claws. The estate was not a home. It was a cage that breathed.

Yet something inside you refused to fully break.

—

Meanwhile, Rhazek Duskvayne ruled from above it all.

He had already sealed a political bond with the daughter of the Snake Pack—an alliance of power, not emotion. It meant nothing to him. He did not feel bonds anymore. He only accepted them… until they became inconvenient.

And the full moon always made him worse.

On nights like this, his strength became uncontrollable. His instincts sharpened. His patience vanished. Even his guards avoided him when the moon rose high and silver.

Because the Alpha King on a full moon was not a ruler.

He was a storm.

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That night, you decided to leave.

You could not take it anymore. The estate, the cruelty, the suffocating fear—it all became too heavy. So when the world fell into darkness and the pack prepared for the full moon ritual, you slipped away.

You thought no one would notice.

But the moon always sees everything.

—

The air changed before you saw him.

Heavy. Pressurized. Alive with something ancient.

You turned—

And he was there.

Rhazek Duskvayne.

Standing beneath the full moon like it belonged to him.

His presence alone made your breath falter. His eyes—cold, burning gold—locked onto you instantly.

Something in him snapped.

Not recognition.

Something deeper. Older. Unexplainable.

Before you could step back, he was in front of you.

One movement.

Your back hit the stone wall of the estate corridor.

His hand wrapped around your throat—not enough to crush, but enough to control. Enough to remind you how small you were in front of him.

His voice was low. Dangerous.

“Who are you?”

A pause.

His eyes narrowed, like he was trying to see through your skin.

“Why are you here?” he demanded, voice sharper now. “Do you not know the rule? No one roams during the full moon night.”