In Duskthorn, the whisper of same-sex twins was a curse, a dark omen that chilled the blood.Ancient laws demanded their lives, a cruel sacrifice to appease unseen powers.But Luna Madiba, her heart overflowing with a mother’s fierce love, refused to yield to superstition. When Samantha and Dambe were born, their father, Alpha KoXongo, found his hand stayed, unable to condemn his own children.Instead, he entrusted them to Edward Beckett, a human, a man who ran a secluded orphanage far from the prying eyes of the kingdom’s fear-ridden traditions.The orphanage, however, was no sanctuary. Samantha, small and fragile, her body constantly betraying her with illness, became an easy target for the cruelty of others.Dambe, her fierce protector, learned to fight with small, hardened fists, a silent vow to shield his sister from the world’s harshness.Their only solace was Theodore Beckett, Edward’s son, whose quiet devotion to Samantha grew with each passing year, a love blossoming in the harsh soil of shared vulnerability.But peace, like a fragile butterfly, was never meant to last.Then, war ripped through Duskthorn and Grimfang, a raging inferno that consumed everything in its path. The royal palace became a charnel house, though Alpha KoXongo and Luna Madiba escaped the carnage.The orphanage, a supposed haven, burned, scattering its children like leaves in a violent storm. Some were snatched away, their cries lost in the chaos, some were simply lost, swallowed by the smoke and fear.Samantha was dragged to Grimfang’s palace, her royal bloodline a forgotten secret, reduced to a lowly servant, a ghost in her own right.Dambe vanished into the wilderness, a shadow swallowed by the encroaching darkness.Within the cold, opulent halls of Grimfang, Prince Aziel, arrogant and cruel, his mother, Luna Zara, and his sister, Banda, took pleasure in breaking her spirit, each flinch, each silent tear, a morbid entertainment.They were predators, blind to the truth that the girl scrubbing their floors, used as a sexual tool for entertainment, enduring their torments, was his fated mate, a secret buried beneath the illusion of weakness.But not all eyes were blind. Prince Kael, Aziel’s overlooked half-brother, watched her with a quiet intensity, seeing the flicker of defiance in her eyes, the embers of a fire that refused to die.In stolen moments, a forbidden love bloomed, a fragile flower pushing through cracked pavement.And Theodore, having survived the orphanage’s destruction, was coming for her, driven by a love as fierce as any mate bond.From the distant Sotho Pack, Alpha Kagiso, a man of ambition and cunning, had also set his sights on Samantha. He saw not a servant, but a prize, a Luna of immense power, and he schemed in the shadows, his desires fueled by ambition and a hunger for control.Then, the truth shattered the world, like a mirror falling from a height.Samantha was not just a forgotten princess, but a Luna of prophecy, destined to shake the foundations of kings and Alphas alike.As her power awakened, the kingdom trembled. Aziel, once blind to her worth, now burned with a possessive hunger, torn between pride and the mate bond he could no longer deny.Kael stood ready to defy fate, to protect her, a silent vow etched in his heart.Theodore, driven by a love as pure as it was fierce, was a force of nature.Alpha Kagiso, a predator circling his prey, watched from the shadows, his own dangerous game of power and desire unfolding, a silent promise of chaos."Will Alpha KoXongo and Luna Madiba return to rebuild Duskthorn's ashes, possibly offering hope and stirring political stability?”

Welcome to the world of Wall Street—where power reigns supreme, secrets are the ultimate bargaining chips, and loyalty is just another business deal. In this cutthroat arena of high finance, Donald Taylor stands tall as the king. Cold. Calculating. Untouchable. The Taylor-Carter merger was meant to be his crowning glory—a powerful alliance between two financial giants. Stephanie Carter, the ideal heiress, was destined to be his bride. But just before their wedding, Stephanie disappeared. Robert Carter couldn’t let the deal fall apart. His company was on the brink of collapse, and his legacy was hanging by a thread. There was only one way out—he had to replace Stephanie with her half-sister. A girl who never truly fit in. A girl who was never meant to shine in the spotlight. "Stephanie is gone." Rose Carter barely had a moment to process the news before Robert’s ultimatum sealed her fate. "Enough!" Robert shouted, his hand crashing down on the seat. Rose flinched but held her ground, refusing to look away. "You will smile. You will walk down that aisle. And you will marry Donald Taylor as if everything is perfectly fine," he spat. "If you don’t, I swear on everything you hold dear, you will regret it." Vivian Rose's mother leaned in, her voice low yet just as vicious. "If you back out of this, do you have any idea what will happen? Donald will turn against us. The deal between our families will fall apart. We’ll lose everything." "Then let it go," Rose murmured, her throat tightening. "I’d rather be homeless than marry a man under false pretenses." Robert’s hand shot out, gripping her chin tightly. "You don’t have a choice." His tone was chillingly calm. "The moment you step out of this car, you are Stephanie Carter. You will be his bride. And you will obey." "You will marry Donald. You will take her place. You will obey." From that instant, Rose’s life spiraled into a waking nightmare. She was thrust into a marriage with a man who never wanted her. To him, she was merely a stand-in, an inconvenient substitute. This marriage wasn’t about love. It wasn’t even about them. It was a transaction, a business arrangement sealed with vows neither of them truly meant. For Donald, love was just for pleasure . He didn’t want a wife—he wanted a romance partner, and Stephanie fits in. A woman who would stand beside him, hold her tongue when it comes to business, and never challenge his authority. She wasn’t like Stephanie. She didn’t speak the same way, didn’t carry herself with the same arrogance. She was quiet. Too quiet. She flinched when he touched her. She looked at him like she knew him from another life. The reception hall glittered with wealth—crystal chandeliers, champagne towers, and a sea of New York’s most powerful figures. But beneath the polished elegance, tension crackled like a storm waiting to break. The bride and groom had spoken their vows. The deal was sealed. The Taylors and the Carters were bound together. Yet, behind closed doors, the war had only just begun. "You’re awfully quiet," Robert Carter's voice sliced through her thoughts. Rose’s jaw tightened at the sound. She turned to face her father, who was studying her with a sharp, scrutinizing gaze. Her mother, sitting beside him, wore a carefully neutral expression, but Rose could see through it. "I’m just taking everything in," she replied, forcing a small, hollow smile. Robert’s eyes narrowed. "Make sure you do. This isn’t a joke, Rose. You embarrassed this family enough with your protests this morning. Don’t start again." Her fingers curled tighter in her lap. "Of course, Father. I wouldn’t dream of it." "Good." He lifted his wine glass. "The Cartar name depends on this marriage. Don’t ruin it." Ruin it. Donald approached Rose, taking her hands as they walked. As soon as they stepped onto the empty balcony, Donald turned to her, his expression hardening. “So, tell me, wife,” he snapped. “How long were you in on this scheme?” His grip tightened around her wrist, his face unreadable. "Explain." Her heart raced against her ribs. "Explain what?" she asked, feigning ignorance. His eyes narrowed, his patience wearing thin. "Where is Stephanie?” There it was—the question she had been expecting, the one she had prepared for. But what she hadn’t anticipated was how his presence seemed to fill the room, stealing the very air from her lungs. Rose met his gaze without flinching, determined not to back down. "Stephanie ran. You needed a bride. I was available." A muscle twitches in his jaw. "Available?" he repeated, his voice laced with amusement, yet his eyes remained icy and calculating. She nodded. "Yes." Silence hung in the air. Then, he laughed. It was low. It was dangerous. "So that’s how little you think of yourself." His words sliced through her composure like a knife. But she didn’t flinch. She wouldn’t give him that satisfaction. Instead, she lifted her chin defiantly