❝𝐈 𝐝𝐢𝐝𝐧'𝐭 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐡𝐨𝐩𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐈 𝐬𝐚𝐰 𝐲𝐨𝐮.❞ ‧⋆☾𓃦☽⋆‧ For Lycans, Selene was the wilderness, the creator, and the pulse of raw power. Abraxas was the consciousness, the preserver, and the source of all cosmos. Selene gave them their beasts and mates. Abraxas gave them the harmony with their wild blood and the ability to recognize their destined halves. Valerius Kronhjól didn't know whether he was blessed by them or cursed by them. He was the Valdr Dýra. The only Keeper of Ørichor in thousands of years. More powerful than any Alpha King lores remembered. He was history in the making. Yet he was cursed. Or so he believed for 300 years - until he saw her. Human. Fragile. His to protect. And the only one who could bring him down to his knees.
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