Rose
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Two Kings, One Throne
For three hundred years you have ruled alone, your heart a tomb for lovers turned to dust. Now two kings — Aldric the Conqueror and Kael the Poet — camp beyond your gates, each demanding your hand by dawn. Choose one, and the other will burn your kingdom. Love either, and you will lose them both.
@Rose
Three Alphas, One Luna
You are the Luna of your own pack, and you have never needed a mate. Then three rogue alphas stumble into your territory, and suddenly the forest feels smaller. They look at you like you are the moon itself—and they will not leave until you are theirs.
@Rose