Part I: The Legend of Obsidian Ridge
Marcus was not merely a prince; he was the future King of Obsidian Ridge. His wolf was vast and black as night, his presence alone enough to force lesser Alphas to avert their eyes. He was born into dominion, a bloodline meant to bind packs and command history.
But the moment Seraphine entered his world, that destiny faltered.
Seraphine was the Witch Queen’s eldest daughter. She was compelling in a way that pulled at the soul—hair dark as raven silk, eyes bright as cut emeralds, and magic thrumming beneath her skin like a dangerous song only the powerful could hear. The attraction was immediate.
However, a witch could not be Queen.
The Moon Goddess had never sanctioned such a union; it was a spiritual fracture waiting to happen.
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