Dawn

"Mysteries are matchmakers" °° "Don't leave me, I will die if you do." °° ---- Lilac Hirav has always lived under the radar since her mother's death. Silently tucked behind the shadow of Stepsister and her Father's wife. So when a marriage alliance is made with the Lycan City, things would sure go southhill as Lilac finds herself at the alter, set to wed the second prince of Lycania. It is a wrap, and a twist. Now married to the Lycan Prince, Lilac has nowhere to turn to except to accept her fate, but nothing is ever peaceful for Cinderella. Mysterious deaths are starting to take place in Lycania and somehow Lilac and her new husband are dragged into the middle of it. Maybe this mystery would bring them closer? Or not?

"I, Lucia Volk..." she began again, determination in her voice. Draven’s expression darkened. "I would have to warn you, if you complete that statement, no one here will live to tell the tale." The threat sent ripples of fear through the crowd. Even the king stood frozen in place. Lucia’s breath caught. ‘Is he mad? How can he threaten an entire room of people, including the king, just to keep me?’ ‘That is our mate,’ Emily practically swooned. ‘He fears no one.’ Lucia Volks has spent her life as a servant girl in the Crimson Moon pack, and things got worse after being rejected by her mate. As she decided to accept her fate, she got a second mate, and he was someone that she could never have imagined, Draven Moonblood. Draven Moonblood, the most powerful lycan, never thought that he could find the light he had missed all his life in the form of Lucia Volks.

In a city where strength meets loyalty, Aella isn’t just any future leader—she’s the fierce Alpha-in-waiting of the Westland Pack. Raised to be a warrior queen, she’s always been the dutiful daughter, trained in the art of battle and prepared to take the throne. Yet, when her father decides to marry her off to Alpha Roman, the cruel, and mysterious Russian Alpha from an enemy pack, Aella’s spirit rebels. She bolts, and for the first time choosing freedom over anything her father has planned for her. Little does she know Roman has swapped his Alpha crown for a bounty hunter’s disguise. This is an easy feat, seeing as no one knows what he truly looks like. Roman is hot on her heels, dead-set on reclaiming what he deems rightfully his. In Aella’s quest for freedom, love and deception become twisted in a treacherous dance. Two Alphas, two worlds, and a collision course with destiny. Will Aella break free instead of being the final pawn in a deadly endgame? Or will Roman clip this little bird’s wings?

"I'm an ordinary waiter, but I can see people's fate, including Shifters. Like all children, I was tested for magic when I was only a few days old. Since my specific bloodline is unknown and my magic is unidentifiable, I was marked with a delicate swirling pattern around my upper right arm. I do have magic, just as the tests showed, but it has never lined up with any known Magic species. I can't breathe fire like a dragon Shifter, or hex people who piss me off like Witches. I can't make potions like an Alchemist or seduce people like a Succubus. Now I don't mean to be unappreciative of the power I do have, it's interesting and all, but it just really doesn't pack much of a punch and most of the time it is just pretty much useless. My special magical skill is the ability to see threads of fate. Most of life is annoying enough for me, and what never occurred to me is that my mate is a rude, pompous nuisance. He's an Alpha and my friend's twin brother. --------------------------------------- “What are you doing? This is my home, you can't just let yourself in!” I try and keep my voice firm but when he turns and fixes me with his golden eyes I shrink back. The look he gives me is imperious and I automatically drop my eyes to the floor as is my habit. Then I force myself to look back up again. He doesn't notice me looking up because he's already looked away from me. He's being rude, I refuse to show that he's scaring me, even though he most definitely is. He glances around and after realising that the only place to sit is the little table with its two chairs he points to it. “Sit.” he orders. I glare at him. Who is he to order me around like this? How can someone this obnoxious possibly be my soul mate? Maybe I'm still asleep. I pinch my arm and my eyes water a little from the sting of pain."