The Luna Princess: Ashes of Love
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Princess Nora Durkehn, a luna princess, was born with a rare treasure buried in her soul, that could save her entire world.
But one act of mercy destroyed everything.
At eighteen, Nora freed the boy she loved from her father's prison.
That night, he led the Shadow Fang pack in an attack that killed her father, enslaved her people, and left her with nothing but ashes and rage.
Now, years later in exile, Princess Nora carries the burden of the past tragedy that left her pack in ruins and her heart scarred, symbolized by the 'ashes of love'.
But a mysterious threat emerges and Nora is forced back into her world with the determination to set things right.
But her fate entangles again as she encounters Fredwinn, a dangerously charming Alpha from the very pack that destroyed her life (The Shadow Fang Pack).
Fated had it that Fredwinn was her mate that could help save her enslaved people.
But how can she trust him when everyone she's ever loved has betrayed her?
As Nora discovers the true extent of her powers and uncovers hidden truths, she must decide: Can she trust a fated bond forged in blood and betrayal?
Will her love destroy her again like it did before?
But one thing was certain.
Nora must rekindle the 'ashes of love' within her, embrace her true power, and lead her people, even if it means sacrificing her own happiness for the greater good.
A tale of fated mates, forbidden love, and a princess rising from the ashes of despair.
The Luna Princess: Ashes of Love Chapter 1
Prologue
The Weight of a Silver Crown
The silence of the northern peaks was a lie. To anyone else, it was the peaceful hush of nature, but to Nora Durkehn, it was a deafening scream of everything she had lost.
She sat on a jagged rock overlooking the mist-covered valley, her fingers tracing the rough bark of a fallen pine.
At eighteen, she should have been celebrating the completion of her Wolf Awakening.
As the granddaughter of the Great Priestess, Nora had been born with a rare, ancient power–a hum in her blood that felt like starlight and healing. She was meant to be the pride of the Durkehn line, a beacon of kindness and strength for her people.
Instead, she was a ghost.
"He's a spy, Nora. The boy is a cancer in our midst," her father's voice echoed in her mind.
Jones Durkehn had been a wise Alpha, a man who treated the powerless with the same dignity as the strongest warriors. He had been strict but loving, his eyes always softening when they landed on his daughter.
Nora closed her eyes, and the memory of that night hit her like a physical blow.
"They're wrong about you...," she had whispered that night, "Go. Run before they do something they regret."
But her "mercy" had been the blade that pierced the heart of her people.
Jones had whispered to Nora in his final moments.
"Inside you, Nora... it holds the treasure. You are the only one who can save us."
She hadn't saved them. She had watched from the shadows as the enemies tore through their village.
Her pack was being led away in chains.
A low, mournful vibration hummed in Nora's chest. Her wolf, Mega-sized and silver-furred, stirred in the depths of her soul.
It was a creature so massive that no building could hold it, a titan of fur and fang that Nora now kept tightly caged.
She felt useless, a princess of ashes who had traded her people's lives for a traitor's freedom.
She looked down at her hands. They were steady, but they felt heavy with the blood of her clan.
Somewhere beyond these mountains, her people were being treated as property, living in the shadow of a hidden war she had inadvertently started.
And now, all that remained was a power she could barely control... and a war that had only just begun.
This time, she swore not make the same mistake.
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The Luna Princess: Ashes of Love of Contents
Chapter 1 Ch. 1Chapter 2 Ch. 2Chapter 3 Ch. 3Chapter 4 Ch. 4Chapter 5 Ch. 5Chapter 6 Ch. 6
Chapter 7 Ch. 7
Chapter 8 Ch. 8
Chapter 9 Ch. 9
Chapter 10 Ch. 10
Chapter 11 Ch. 11
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8.4
Grace, after three years of silence from a crash that stole her voice and family, finally uttered a hoarse syllable. It was her first sound, a breakthrough she desperately wanted to share with Josiah, her childhood protector. Instead, through a slightly ajar door, she heard his careless chuckle, followed by a sharp, entitled voice.
Alexandria's voice sliced through the air: "Josiah, are you really planning to bring that little mute to the banquet? She's a walking trailer park tragedy. It's embarrassing." Grace froze, waiting for Josiah to defend her. He didn't. Instead, he sighed, calling her "a responsibility" and "a lifeless ghost," then pulled Alexandria closer.
The words were serrated blades. Her silent devotion, her self-erasure for his peace, had made her a punchline. He was relieved she was broken. The bitter realization of his betrayal ignited a cold, white-hot fury.
Wiping away tears, Grace met Josiah, feigning her usual submissive smile, and quietly refused his "hush money." As he walked away without a glance, her inner voice was clear, sharp, and resolute: "I'm done playing your game."
9.6
In the two years after I married Daniel Carter, my private photos had gone viral nine times, and Daniel had been taken into custody ten times.
Because every time his mistress, Emily Morgan, was unhappy, she would leak my private photos all over the internet.
I, Claire Parker, never let it slide. I reported every shady business Daniel was involved in and personally sent him behind bars.
That lasted until an unexpected kidnapping. I took a bullet for him, one aimed straight at his heart, and he shielded me beneath his body, taking the brunt of the explosion for me.
After we survived, the man who had always been so cold-blooded knelt before me, his voice hoarse beyond recognition.
"Honey, let's leave the drama behind. I just want a peaceful life with you."
Right in front of me, he ordered his men to send his mistress out of Northhaven and never let her appear before him again.
In the third year after we reconciled, I carried my eight-month pregnant belly and brought him lunch.
But on the way there, I was hit by a car. The hospital issued three critical condition notices, yet they still could not save the baby.
Daniel rushed over, but he did not even spare me a glance. Instead, he pulled the woman who had hit me and her child into his arms, soothing her in a low voice.
"Don't be scared. I'll protect you and the child."
Only then did I realize that the woman who had hit me was the very mistress he had sent away three years ago.
When I demanded an explanation, Daniel brushed it off as if it were nothing. "She didn't do it on purpose. Don't take it out on her and her son. You can have a baby another time."
At that moment, I finally understood. They had gotten back together long ago.
I looked at him and nodded. "Don't worry, this will never happen again."
8.3
Betrayed at the altar. Replaced by her own sister.
On what should have been the happiest day of her life, Amara loses everything-her fiancé, her dignity, and her future.
But that same night, a dangerous man steps out of the shadows with an offer she can't refuse.
Marriage. Power. Revenge.
Now bound to a ruthless CEO, Amara is ready to destroy everyone who betrayed her.
There's just one problem...
Her new husband knows more about her past than he should.
And the closer she gets to revenge-
the more she realizes she may have married the man who ruined her in the first place.
7.5
On the morning of our twenty-fifth wedding anniversary, I found a cream-colored document tucked inside my husband's suit pocket.
It was a twenty-million-dollar asset transfer for his former receptionist, Carmen. But what made my blood run cold was the contingent beneficiary: Leo, my newborn son who the hospital claimed was kidnapped twenty-three years ago.
When I confronted Devonte, he didn't even try to explain. He handed me a fake Cartier watch, canceled all my credit cards, and publicly called me delusional.
The next day, he moved Carmen into our mansion and emptied all our joint accounts into offshore trusts.
"If you don't sign these papers and walk away, I will have you committed," he threatened, his mother nodding in agreement.
They had orchestrated the kidnapping of my baby, hiding him with the mistress while I spent half my life sedated and screaming in grief. Now, to keep his secret, Devonte was going to lock me in a psychiatric ward and bury me in debt.
I didn't understand how the man I loved could be such a monster. Why did he steal my child? What else was hidden in that confidential adoption file?
Pushed to the absolute brink, I refused to be his victim.
When his goons came to my temporary apartment to drag me away, I turned to the rugged union electrician who had just fixed my lights.
"If you need a husband to keep you out of a psych ward, I'll marry you," he said, offering himself as my legal shield.
I took his hand. It was time to tear my husband's perfect life apart.
8.9
Aliana braved a heavy storm, carrying a warm stew for her fiancé, Ivan, just as she always put his needs before her own. This ingrained habit, a survival mechanism from a cold childhood, was about to shatter into a million pieces. Tonight, everything she believed was a lie.
The iron gates of Ivan's private villa flashed red, denying her entry, and a guard mumbled lies. Ignoring him, she pushed past, a strange orchid perfume leading her to Ivan's car, where a tube of crimson lipstick lay on the passenger seat. Through a window, she saw him with another woman and a small child, an image that felt like jagged glass twisting in her heart.
Then his words cut through the storm, cold and cruel:
"Aliana is just a placeholder."
He was marrying her for her multi-billion-dollar patent, a secret deal made with her own parents, who had sold her for a kickback to buy this very house. Her family, her love, her future-all were a calculated lie.
Her inner wolf, usually fierce, fell terrifyingly silent, replaced by a chilling resolve. The burning acid in her throat wasn't just bile; it was the taste of her shattered devotion.
She didn't want his apologies or his guilt. She wanted his ruin, and as Ivan walked in with a fake smile the next morning, Aliana was ready to deliver it.
7.6
Kaylee's family was drowning in debt, and her stepmother locked her inside a freezing bedroom.
To save their bankrupt company, they decided to sell her off to a sixty-five-year-old man with a disgusting reputation.
They cut off her allowance and confiscated the only precious keepsake her dead mother had ever left her.
"Put on the engagement dress, or I will smash your mother's crystal box into a million pieces."
Terrified of the old man, Kaylee risked her life by jumping out of the second-story window into a violent storm.
She hit the muddy ground hard, twisting her ankle and tearing her skin on rusted iron gates as she escaped into the pitch-black night.
Dragging her bleeding bare feet across the cold sand, her lungs felt like they were filled with broken glass.
She didn't understand why she had to be the sacrifice for their endless greed, or how they could be so cruel as to hold her dead mother's memory hostage.
She had absolutely nowhere to go, and the old man's cars were already pulling into the estate to claim her.
Cornered by the blinding headlights of a motorcade on the beach, she threw herself at the feet of Ernest Blackwell, the most ruthless billionaire in New York.
"Marry me! You need a wife, and I need a husband right now!"
To buy her freedom and crush the family that sold her, she chose to sign a twenty-million-dollar fake marriage contract with the devil himself.
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