Lysander couldn't sleep.
The silver mark on his wrist had disappeared, yet he could still feel its warmth beneath his skin.
He sat beside the temple window, staring at the full moon hanging above Silverveil Forest.
"A mate bond..."
He whispered the words, hoping they would somehow make sense.
"It can't be."
The High Priestess had taught him since childhood that the Last Celestial Omega could never have a mate.
His destiny belonged to the Moon Goddess alone.
So why...
Why had the bond awakened?
A soft knock echoed through the room.
"Lysander."
It was High Priestess Elara.
He opened the door.
She entered silently, carrying an ancient wooden box sealed with silver chains.
"I hoped this day would never come."
She placed the box on the table and broke the seal.
Inside lay a weathered scroll, its edges blackened with age.
"The first prophecy."
Lysander frowned.
"I thought the prophecy was carved into the Temple of the Moon."
Elara sighed.
"What the kingdoms know... is only half the truth."
She slowly unrolled the scroll.
Ancient words shimmered across the parchment.
When the Last Celestial Omega finds his fated Alpha, the heavens shall tremble.
One shall become the world's greatest protector...
The other shall become its destroyer.
Only love will decide which is which.
Lysander's heart sank.
"So... the prophecy doesn't say I'm destined to destroy the world."
"No."
"It says your choices will decide the future."
Meanwhile...
Inside Ravencrest Palace...
Kael stood in the royal training arena.
His sword flashed through the air with terrifying speed.
Slash!
Slash!
Slash!
Training dummies shattered into splinters.
His mind wasn't on the battle.
It was on the silver haired omega.
Every time he closed his eyes...
He saw Lysander standing beneath the moonlight.
His gentle voice.
His glowing eyes.
His smile.
Rowan entered the arena.
"Your Highness."
Kael lowered his sword.
"What is it?"
"The king wishes to see you."
The throne room was silent.
King Aldric sat alone.
His expression was unreadable.
"You failed."
Kael met his father's gaze.
"The beast attacked."
"The Omega escaped."
The king rose from his throne.
"You hesitated."
Kael remained silent.
King Aldric stepped closer.
"Tell me."
"When you looked at him..."
"What did you feel?"
For the first time in years...
Kael didn't know how to answer.
Finally, he spoke.
"I don't know."
The king's eyes darkened.
"That is exactly what I feared."
He turned toward the palace windows.
"The mate bond has begun."
Kael's eyes widened.
"You knew?"
"The royal family has guarded this secret for generations."
King Aldric's voice became cold.
"If you complete the bond with the Last Celestial Omega..."
"You will lose your throne."
"You will become an enemy of every kingdom."
Kael tightened his fists.
"And if I refuse?"
The king looked directly into his son's eyes.
"Then you must kill him."
That same night...
Lysander wandered alone into the Moon Garden.
He needed time to think.
The prophecy.
The mate bond.
The Alpha Crown Prince.
Everything had changed in a single day.
Suddenly...
A familiar scent drifted through the air.
Cedar.
Rain.
Wild wolves.
His heartbeat quickened.
No...
It couldn't be.
A branch snapped behind him.
Lysander turned.
Standing at the edge of the garden, hidden beneath a dark cloak, was Kael Ravencrest.
Neither of them spoke.
For a long moment, they simply stared at each other.
Then, as if drawn together by an invisible force, they each took a step forward.
The silver mark on Lysander's wrist appeared.
At the same instant, the black mark flared to life on Kael's wrist.
Their marks glowed brighter than before.
The distance between them vanished.
Just as their hands were about to touch...
A chilling voice echoed through the forest.
"Found you."
Dozens of crimson eyes appeared in the darkness.
Masked assassins surrounded the Moon Temple.
Their leader smiled beneath a blood-red mask.
"The Last Celestial Omega belongs to us."