Nine-tailed Luna Queen Novel – My sister, Anthea, was the last rare Omega in existence—her wolf was born with nine tails. Each tail signified a life, a regeneration far beyond that of an ordinary werewolf. It also granted her unmatched healing powers. To repay a life debt, she sealed a mate bond with Alpha Tristan and married into his pack. She gave him everything. Burned through her strength and fortune to help him unite the Northern territories, and ascend the throne as Lycan King.
With her by his side, he monopolized the continent’s rare mineral veins and rose to the pinnacle of power and wealth. And yet, for the sake of saving his precious first love—Clara—he personally handed Anthea over to a group of rabid rogues. “You’ve got nine lives, you won’t die. Use one for Clara—shield her from their attacks. If anything happens to her, I swear I’ll make sure you spend the rest of your lives in agony.” When I sensed Anthea’s life force plummeting, I—Alpha Queen of the realm—burst from my secluded training in a surge of fury and raced toward the territory she was held in.
What I found broke the last remnants of my restraint. Anthea had been nailed to a wooden slab inscribed with werewolf-suppressing runes, pinned down by ninety-nine silver spikes poisoned with wolfsbane. She could barely maintain her human form. Her body was torn and bloodied. Her wolf—what was left of it—lay lifeless beside her, torn to shreds. Her abdomen had been sliced open. A fully formed pup had been ripped out and discarded on the floor—also no longer breathing. That was their pup. My jaw clenched slowly.
The moment my rage surged, Alpha energy exploded from within me and swept through the air like a storm. My eyes burned crimson with a fury that could level mountains. When an Alpha Queen is enraged, blood will flow for miles—until vengeance is fulfilled. —— My hands trembled as I reached out to her, unsure where to even touch—her body had been mutilated beyond recognition. But Anthea was still barely holding on. Her blood-caked lashes fluttered. She opened her eyes with the last of her strength, voice a trembling whisper. “Cassie… it hurts…” My heart shattered. Tears spilled uncontrollably down my cheeks, falling beside her open wounds.
She had been mine to protect. We were born on the same day—twin wolves. I was the Alpha, she the rare Omega. An anomaly in pack bloodlines. While I was obsessed with cultivating strength, destined to become Alpha Queen and guardian of all werewolf, Anthea had always been curious about the world. She’d sneak off to explore distant packs, fascinated by Alpha dynamics, driven by instinct and emotion. The last time I saw her, she was grinning like a child, clutching a worn wolf insignia in her palm. “Cassie, I found him! The Alpha who saved me years ago—it’s Tristan. I’m going to bond with him.
It’s the least I can do.” I thought it was just another one of her whims, a game of her softhearted nature. With Anthea’s power, ordinary danger couldn’t touch her. I never imagined that in just over a decade, my sister—the girl born with nine lives—would be torn apart until not even her body remained whole. Before I could even channel the ancestral panacea to preserve her soul, her life force flickered—and vanished completely. The silence that followed shattered something inside me. My pupils burned crimson.
The air turned cold, the atmosphere frozen solid under the weight of my wrath. I gently placed what remained of her body into a crystal coffin forged for soul protection, and sprinkled a soul-guarding Magic Potion I had begged off a reclusive witch. It was my last desperate hope—to preserve a sliver of her spirit. A whisper of a soul that might, someday, awaken again. Now I had to see for myself. What kind of “life debt” could be so sacred that it was worth my sister’s dignity, her freedom… Even her life? As I shrunk the crystal coffin into a box the size of my palm and cradled it in my hand, the warehouse doors behind me exploded open with a violent crash.