The Wolf King Luna (eBook)

Bully romance enemies to lovers fantasy

Isaac Freddie (Autor)

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2025 | 1. Auflage
242 Seiten
Publishdrive (Verlag)
978-0-00-108075-1 (ISBN)

Infos

When Aliyah McCormick enters Moonfall Academy, she only wants to disappear. But fate has other plans-and they come wrapped in danger, desire, and the cold, commanding gaze of Douglas Peña, the ruthless heir to the Lycan throne.

He calls himself the Wolf King.
She was never meant to bow.

Their feud ignites the halls of Moonfall, where power is currency and secrets kill. Every insult burns, every glance bruises, until hatred turns into something far more dangerous. Because Douglas's curse is bound to the moon... and to Aliyah's blood.

When the Nightshade Coven rises to claim the throne and ancient prophecies awaken, love becomes the deadliest risk of all. To save him, Aliyah must embrace the monster inside her-the one born to destroy him.

In a world of kings and curses, of blood oaths and moonfire, one forbidden bond will decide the fate of every wolf alive.

Enemies by law. Lovers by destiny.
The crown demands blood-but love demands everything.

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Chapter 1 – Arrival at Moonfall

 

The train hissed to a stop like something alive and angry.
Steam rolled along the platform, wrapping around boots and luggage until the world became silver mist.

Aliyah McCormick stepped down, duffel slung over one shoulder, the weight of the amulet cool against her skin beneath her shirt.

The air at Moonfall Station was colder than she expected—sharp, almost metallic, laced with the faint scent of pine and rain-washed stone. Somewhere beyond the fog, the sea crashed against the cliffs.

A voice crackled through the station speakers: Welcome to Moonfall Academy, heirs of the supernatural realm.

She drew her hood tighter. Heirs. Not her. She wasn’t born into legacy or power; she was the mistake that had survived a massacre. If she played this right, she could fade into the background until graduation. No pack, no questions, no past.

The crowd around her shimmered with glamour: fae with mirror-bright eyes, witches wearing sigils on their throats, and werewolves with that impossible grace that came from bloodlines bred for dominance. They all smelled faintly of confidence—and danger.

Aliyah adjusted her gloves, hiding the faint crescent scar on her palm. She hadn’t seen it glow since that night, but still, she didn’t risk exposure.

The Gates

The academy gates loomed at the end of the cliff road, forged from black obsidian that caught every flicker of light. Two stone wolves flanked the archway, their eyes carved with such precision they seemed to watch the arrivals.

A guard with silver hair checked admission marks glowing on each student’s wrist. When her turn came, Aliyah extended her hand.

The scanner pulsed once, hesitated, then flared white.

The guard frowned. “Transfer from … Greyford?”

She nodded. “Paperwork should be clean.”

He hesitated again, as if hearing something she couldn’t. Then the gates opened with a low groan that sounded like the earth itself giving permission.

Aliyah stepped through.

Moonfall spread before her like a fortress carved from night. Spires of obsidian pierced clouds. Bridges laced between towers. Waterfalls glowed faintly blue where moonlight caught them. Every sound carried—laughter, footsteps, distant howls echoing from the mountains beyond.

Her heartbeat slowed. Just a school, she told herself. Keep your head down. Don’t stand out.

First Impressions

Orientation buzzed across the courtyard. Students gathered around banners representing their houses: Luna, Solaris, Umbra, Thorn. The Luna banner—a silver wolf surrounded by stars—snapped in the wind.

Aliyah stayed on the outer edge until a tall figure crossed her path, and the crowd parted as if pulled by gravity.

Douglas Pena.

Even before she heard his name, she knew he was dangerous. He carried power in the tilt of his head, in the steady cadence of his stride. Black hair brushed his collar; eyes the color of steel flicked across the courtyard, assessing everything. When his gaze landed on her, it lingered—curious, cold, certain.

He looked away first. The small, instinctive victory made her pulse quicken.

A student beside her whispered, “That’s the Wolf King’s heir. Don’t stare too long—he bites.”

Aliyah smirked. “Good thing I don’t scare easy.”

The whisperer gaped. “You should. He’s alpha of the Luna line. No one crosses him.”

Aliyah’s response was cut short by the headmistress’s voice echoing from the balcony: “Welcome to Moonfall Academy—where bloodline is privilege, and power is duty.”

Douglas stood near the base of the platform, arms folded, every inch of him radiating command. When the headmistress spoke his name, the crowd chanted it in reverence. Wolf King. Wolf King.

Aliyah hated the sound. It made her skin prickle.

The Challenge

After the ceremony, students dispersed for placement trials. Groups formed around instructors testing magical resonance. Aliyah watched others summon light or shift partially into wolf form with effortless grace. When her name was called, a hush swept the line.

“McCormick?” the instructor repeated, scanning his parchment. “You’re a late transfer. Step forward.”

Aliyah did, trying to keep her breathing steady. The instructor gestured to a circle of sigils etched into the stone. “Place your hand here. Let the moon judge you.”

Simple enough—until she felt Douglas’s gaze burning from across the courtyard. He leaned against a column, half-amused, half-predatory.

Aliyah pressed her palm to the sigil. It pulsed faintly blue, then white—then silver so bright it threw everyone back a step.

Gasps rippled through the crowd.

The instructor’s mouth fell open. “That can’t be … the Luna resonance?”

Aliyah yanked her hand away, heart pounding. “Must be a glitch.”

A deep voice cut through the murmurs. “No glitch does that.”

Douglas strode forward, eyes locked on hers. Up close, his presence was overwhelming—heat and command and something primal humming under his skin. “Who are you?”

“Transfer,” she said coolly.

He stepped closer, close enough that she caught his scent—cedar, smoke, and something feral. “Try again.”

She met his gaze without flinching. “Maybe your precious circle’s broken.”

The watching students gasped. No one ever talked to the Wolf King like that.

For a heartbeat, silence held. Then Douglas laughed—low, dangerous. “You’ve got teeth. Shame you don’t know whose throat you’re showing them to.”

“I bite back.”

The laugh vanished. His expression hardened. “You don’t belong here.”

“Neither did your arrogance,” she shot back.

Something shifted in his eyes—respect or warning, she couldn’t tell. Then he leaned in, voice soft but edged with threat. “Careful, little wolf. There are rules here.”

Aliyah smirked. “Then you’d better keep up.”

Sparks and Shadows

By dusk, word of their exchange had spread. Everywhere she went, whispers followed.

“Did you hear? The new girl mouthed off to Douglas Pena.”
“She lit the trial circle like a blood moon.”
“She won’t last a week.”

She ignored them all, focusing on memorizing hallways and schedules. Her dorm window overlooked the cliffs; the sea’s roar steadied her heartbeat. Yet when she closed her eyes, she could still see Douglas’s smirk, still hear that low rumble of amusement like thunder contained in a man.

She told herself it didn’t matter.

But something about the way his wolf had stared out from behind those silver eyes unsettled her.

The Courtyard Confrontation

The next morning, orientation drills filled the courtyard. The Luna students practiced combat stances under their Alpha’s watchful eye—Douglas, of course. He commanded with clipped precision, moving like controlled lightning.

Aliyah tried to slip past unnoticed toward the library wing.

“Transfer,” Douglas called. His voice carried easily across the courtyard.

She froze. Every head turned.

He beckoned with one finger. “Step into the ring.”

“I’m not Luna,” she said.

“Then prove you shouldn’t be.”

Laughter rippled through the group. Someone tossed her a training staff. She caught it by reflex.

Fine. One minute, she told herself. One minute, then she could disappear again.

Douglas circled her, eyes narrowed. “Defend.”

He struck first—fast, deliberate. She blocked, the impact jolting her arms. His second move swept low, testing her footing. She countered instinctively, flipping the staff and forcing him back a step. The crowd hushed.

A flicker of surprise crossed his face. Then he smiled—not kindly.

“Who taught you that?”

She panted, sweat beading at her temples. “Someone who told me not to bow.”

He feinted left, pivoted right. She met him strike for strike until his staff hooked behind her knees and she hit the ground. The crowd cheered.

Douglas offered his hand. She ignored it, pushing herself up.

He lowered his voice. “You fight like you’ve got something to prove.”

“Everyone here does.”

He studied her another moment, unreadable. “You shouldn’t stay invisible, McCormick. It doesn’t suit you.”

“Good,” she said. “Means I’m doing it right.”

His grin returned, slow and wolfish. “We’ll see.”

A Promise in the Dark

That night, the moon rose full and white over Moonfall’s towers. Aliyah sat by her window, the amulet glinting faintly against her collarbone. She could almost feel the academy pulsing—stone alive with ancient energy.

Somewhere beyond the courtyard, a lone wolf howled. Others answered from the forest. The sound stirred something inside her chest she didn’t understand.

She whispered to herself, “Stay small. Stay quiet.”

A soft knock broke the stillness. She opened the door to find an envelope pinned with a silver wax seal—the Luna crest. Inside, a single note written in bold, confident strokes:

You have my attention.
— D.P.

Aliyah’s pulse jumped. She crushed the note, tossing it into the fire. Flames devoured it in seconds.

“Perfect,” she muttered. “Exactly what I didn’t need.”

Outside, clouds drifted across the moon. For a heartbeat, the silver light...

Produkt-Details

• Erscheint lt. Verlag: 16.10.2025
• Sprache: englisch
• Themenwelt: Literatur ► Fantasy / Science Fiction ► Fantasy
• ISBN-10: 0-00-108075-X / 000108075X
• ISBN-13: 978-0-00-108075-1 / 9780001080751