The Lycan Prince's Puppy (eBook)
224 Seiten
Publishdrive (Verlag)
978-0-00-094132-9 (ISBN)
Kimberly Chen never believed in fairy tales-until she met Micah Collier, the devastatingly handsome heir to California's most powerful werewolf pack.
Their secret romance burns hot and passionate, but when pack politics and ancient traditions threaten their forbidden love, Micah makes the cruelest choice of all: he publicly rejects her as his mate, claiming she's too weak to be his Luna.
Heartbroken and humiliated, Kimberly flees to Portland to rebuild her shattered life. But five years later, she returns to San Francisco as a successful environmental consultant-and discovers she's carrying a secret that will change everything.
Her daughter Ivory possesses extraordinary powers that make her the most sought-after child in the supernatural world.
When the dangerous rogue Brayan Gregory kidnaps Ivory, Kimberly and Micah must work together to save their daughter. But rescuing Ivory comes at the ultimate price-Kimberly's life.
As she lies dying in Micah's arms, he realizes that some bonds are stronger than death itself.
A tale of forbidden love, second chances, and the power of a mother's sacrifice, where the greatest enemy isn't the monsters in the shadows-it's the fear of loving someone completely.
PROLOGUE: The Prophecy
The ancient stones trembled beneath the weight of dying magic.
Shadows danced across weathered granite walls as candlelight flickered in the mountain wind, casting eerie patterns that seemed to writhe with a life of their own.
Deep within the sacred temple of the Northern California peaks, where redwood giants had stood sentinel for millennia, the most powerful oracle in werewolf history drew her final breaths.
Elder Seraphina's silver hair spread like moonbeams across the obsidian altar, her once-vibrant amber eyes now clouded with the veil between worlds.
Around her, the Circle of Alphas knelt in reverent silence, their massive forms dwarfed by the magnitude of what was unfolding.
The air itself seemed to pulse with supernatural energy, thick and electric, making every wolf present shift restlessly as their beasts recognized the approach of something momentous.
"She speaks," whispered Alpha Magnus Wilkerson, his voice barely audible in the sacred space.
The patriarch of the Western Pack leaned forward, his weathered hands clasped so tightly his knuckles had gone white.
Beside him, his pregnant mate Elena pressed a protective hand to her swollen belly, where their unborn son stirred as if sensing the gravity of the moment.
Seraphina's lips parted, and when she spoke, her voice carried the weight of centuries, echoing off the temple walls with an otherworldly resonance that made the very mountains seem to listen.
"I see... I see the threads of fate converging like storm clouds on the horizon."
Her words came in gasps, each syllable a struggle against the darkness pulling her toward the eternal hunt.
"A child... born of the deepest love and the cruelest rejection... will hold the future of our kind in hands too small to understand the weight."
The assembled alphas exchanged worried glances. Alpha Dominic Kaur of the Eastern Territory leaned forward, his scarred face etched with concern.
"What child, Oracle? Whose bloodline carries this burden?"
Seraphina's head turned toward Magnus, her clouded eyes somehow finding his with startling clarity. "Your line, Wolf King.
Your son's son will father the one who changes everything."
Her gaze shifted to Elena's belly. "The prince who sleeps within will know love so pure it burns like silver fire... and loss so complete it will shatter the very bonds that make us whole."
Elena gasped, her hand flying to her throat as Magnus instinctively moved to shield her.
The other alphas stirred uneasily, the scent of their anxiety filling the sacred space with musk and tension.
"The child born of his broken heart," Seraphina continued, her voice growing stronger as the prophecy flowed through her like a river finding its course, "will bear eyes like liquid silver, reflecting both moon and star.
In those eyes, I see two paths stretching into shadow and light."
The oracle's back arched suddenly, her body rigid as visions flooded through her dying mind.
When she spoke again, her voice had changed, becoming something ancient and terrible, as if the very spirits of their ancestors spoke through her failing form.
"Beware the prince who chooses duty over destiny! His rejection will birth either salvation or annihilation.
The silver-eyed child will stand at the crossroads where love and power meet, where the old ways clash with hearts that refuse to be caged."
Thunder rumbled overhead, though the night had been clear when they'd entered the temple.
The candle flames guttered and danced, casting wild shadows that seemed to take the shapes of running wolves, their forms stretching and twisting across the ancient walls.
Alpha Kaur's voice cut through the supernatural atmosphere like a blade.
"You speak in riddles, Oracle. Tell us plainly - will this child save us or destroy us?"
Seraphina's laugh was like wind through autumn leaves, beautiful and haunting.
"That, proud alpha, depends entirely on whether love proves stronger than fear, whether hearts can heal what pride has broken."
Her eyes found Magnus again, and in them he saw depths of sorrow that made his wolf whimper.
"Your grandson will face a choice that will echo through generations.
He will hold his mate's heart in his hands and choose to crush it... believing he protects what he loves most."
"No," Elena whispered, tears streaming down her face as maternal instinct rebelled against the prophecy. "Not our bloodline.
Not our children."
The oracle's gaze softened with infinite compassion. "Sweet Luna, the greatest gifts often come wrapped in the deepest pain. Your son will be strong, a leader among leaders.
But strength without wisdom is a blade that cuts the wielder." She paused, her breathing becoming more labored.
"The child of his rejection... she will be more powerful than any alpha, more precious than any crown.
In her small hands will rest the choice between unity and chaos."
Alpha Reginald Boyle of the Southern Pack spoke up, his voice tight with concern.
"What must we do? How do we prevent this destruction you foresee?"
"You cannot prevent what must be," Seraphina replied, her voice fading like an echo.
"But you can prepare. Teach your children that true strength lies not in dominance but in the courage to choose love over fear.
The silver-eyed child will need guides, protectors who understand that sometimes the greatest power comes from the gentlest hearts."
The wind outside howled like a pack in mourning, and the temperature in the temple dropped so suddenly that breath became visible in the candlelight. Seraphina's form seemed to shimmer, becoming translucent as the veil between worlds grew thin.
"I see her now," the oracle whispered, wonder filling her failing voice.
"So small, so perfect. Hair like spun gold and eyes that hold the wisdom of ages.
She will love fiercely and be loved in return, but first..." Her voice broke with sorrow.
"First, she must be forged in the fire of abandonment, tempered by loss, strengthened by the very rejection that births her."
Magnus found his voice, though it came out rough with emotion.
"How will we know her? How will we recognize this child when she comes?"
"You will know her by her eyes - silver as moonlight on water, ancient as the first hunt.
You will know her by her power - she will call to the beasts within you all, alpha and omega alike.
But most of all..." Seraphina's smile was radiant despite her approaching death, "you will know her by her heart.
She will love without condition, forgive without reservation, and in doing so, she will show your kind what you have forgotten in your pursuit of dominance."
The oracle's breathing became shallow, each breath a visible struggle.
The assembled alphas leaned closer, sensing the prophecy was reaching its climax.
"Mark my words well, leaders of the packs," Seraphina's voice carried the weight of absolute certainty.
"When the silver-eyed child stands before you, when her father's rejection has carved its wound deep into her mother's soul, you will face your greatest test.
Will you see weakness in gentleness? Will you mistake compassion for frailty? Your answer will determine whether she becomes your salvation... or your reckoning."
The candles suddenly flared, their flames reaching toward the vaulted ceiling like desperate prayers.
In that brilliant light, every alpha present saw the same vision - a small girl with silver eyes standing between two paths, one leading to a golden dawn where wolves ran free and united, the other to a darkness so complete it swallowed hope itself.
"The choice," Seraphina gasped, her form now barely visible, "will not be hers alone.
Every heart she touches, every soul that recognizes her worth, every act of love or cruelty shown to her will tip the scales.
The prince who rejects her will suffer most, for in breaking her heart, he will shatter his own.
Only when he learns to value what he discarded will the path to redemption open."
Alpha Magnus reached out instinctively as the oracle began to fade, but his hand passed through her form like mist.
"Oracle, wait! How do we guide him? How do we ensure he makes the right choice?"
Seraphina's final words came like a whisper on the wind, barely audible yet somehow echoing in every heart present: "Love, Magnus.
Teach him that love is not weakness but the greatest strength of all.
For when the silver-eyed child is born, when her mother's tears water the earth and her father's howl of regret shakes the mountains... only love will have the power to heal what pride has broken."
The oracle's form dissolved like morning mist, leaving only the scent of wildflowers and the lingering echo of her prophecy.
The candles guttered out one by one, plunging the temple into darkness broken only by the pale moonlight streaming through ancient windows.
In the silence that followed, each alpha felt the weight of destiny settling on their shoulders like a mantle they had not chosen but could not refuse.
The prophecy was given, the future set in motion, and somewhere in the darkness of years yet to come, a child with silver eyes would be born to change everything.
Magnus helped his pregnant mate to her feet, his mind already racing with the implications of what they had witnessed.
His unborn son stirred in Elena's womb as if he too had heard the...
| Erscheint lt. Verlag | 25.6.2025 |
|---|---|
| Sprache | englisch |
| Themenwelt | Literatur ► Romane / Erzählungen |
| ISBN-10 | 0-00-094132-8 / 0000941328 |
| ISBN-13 | 978-0-00-094132-9 / 9780000941329 |
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