The second Lettie's blood sprayed the ground, the runes flared gold.
And somewhere high in the sky, an invisible network of divine code lit up like fireworks.
FaeNet.
The communication web spun across every continent of the realm, a blend of ancient god tech and modern magic. Powered by ley lines and prophecy echoes, it transmitted everything from urgent kingdom alerts to "what I eat in a day" reels from moon priestesses.
It was fast, omnipresent, and deeply unhinged.
So, naturally, the moment a goddess shifting white wolf ripped out a challengers throat in a sanctioned death duel, it was caught on crystal record by about forty enchanted rune cameras and uploaded within seconds.
Trending on FaeNet
#MoonbloodQueen
#GoddessGoesFeral
#BarbieGotBit
#RhiannanRips
#AlphaArwen
#WolfDaddyKaleb
By sunrise, Rhiannan's public profile had gone from zero to 3.7 million followers.
Her inbox overflowed with enchanted gifts, golden coins, enchanted lingerie, handmade daggers, fan art, offers to become the face of a moon ale brand, and a hand carved dick statue labeled "For your future throne room, my Queen."
She was not okay.
"They're calling me a bloodthirsty divine baddie," she groaned, sprawled across Kaleb's fur rug, scrolling the rune screen. "Someone edited my transformation to dubstep."
Arwen popped grapes into his mouth lazily. "It's accurate."
Kaleb adjusted his armor straps. "You did decapitate a challenger in the moonlight while glowing."
She sat up. "I was defending myself! It wasn't a fucking performance."
"You killed a challenger in a ritual duel," Kaleb said calmly. "That makes you the Luna. Whether you want it or not."
She groaned louder. She didn't want this bullshit. Her brow furrowed and she frowned.
They needed a reset. Rhiannan wanted to spend some of this newfound gold and see some pretty things. Shopping therapy. Maybe that would help her foul mood.
So, before packing up the starship to head to dragon territory, the trio made a pit stop in Zephyros Market Town, a glittering hub of magi tech, luxury goods, and highly judgmental vendors.
Rhiannan didn't want attention. She tried to blend in as best she could.
She got it anyway.
Half the city stopped to stare. The other half pointed rune cameras at her face. A few even cried.
"You're her," whispered one little boy, holding his mother's hand. "The silver star."
Rhiannan smiled, small and shaky. "I guess I am."
She moved fast, trying to avoid people as her possessive men flanked both sides, keeping her safe, growling low at anyone who got to close. She grinned to herself. Having strong sexy alpha mates was def coming in handy in these types of situations.
She spied a clothing store and excitedly hurried in, followed closely by her men. The store clerk gave her a knowing glance and Rhiannan said eagerly, "I want to try on some cool magic clothes!!" She dumped all her gold coins on the counter and the clerks eyes widened as he he saw the two prowling Alpha men behind her. He swallowed hard and gestured around. "Help yourself!" He meekly replied.
She tried on goddess robes, enchanted corsets, leather battle gear, thigh high rune boots, sparkling veils, and one scandalously sheer outfit that made both Arwen and Kaleb choke. She finally felt like an actual Goddess and strutted past her men.
"Too much?" she smirked.
"Not enough," Arwen rasped.
Kaleb left the room, sweating and cheeks blazing, mumbling about hot goddesses and boners in public. Rhiannan couldn't help but giggle. She took her armful of clothes to the counter, "I want all of them!" After she paid, they headed out, arms loaded with bags of designer items. Rhiannan felt amazing. She had never had money to spend like that and it was highly effective as a mood booster. She grinned from ear to ear and the men were pleased.
Naturally, someone filmed the whole thing.
By nightfall, a viral fashion montage hit FaeNet with the caption:
👤@ThisBiatch76 "When your mates are two of the most powerful males on the continent and you're hotter than a cursed sun."
đź’¬ Comments:
đź’¬"Queen behavior."
đź’¬"Manifesting a Kaleb + Arwen throuple for myself."
đź’¬"Why does SHE get the pirate king and the wolf god?!"
đź’¬"Bet she used a siren spell."
đź’¬"Disgusting. Overpowered and overrated."
The hate hurt more than she expected. She angrily closed Faenet. Fuck them. They didn't know her. She refused to allow it to bother her. It still did.
She curled up that night, fingers clenched, unsure why her chest felt cracked open. Kaleb sat beside her, silent. Arwen leaned in the doorway, eyes shadowed.
Three hearts. One bond. All fraying.
"This isn't just fun anymore," she whispered, her eyes welling up with tears.
"We know," Kaleb said softly, wrapping his arms around her.
"I don't know how to be this. For both of you. For the prophecy. For the world." She choked out, sobbing. "What if I fail? What if I let everyone down!?"
"You don't have to be," Arwen said, stepping forward. "You just have to love, be loved, and survive long enough to choose little moon."
"Choose what?" She asked, wiping her tears away.
"How you rule." He answered solemnly, joining Kaleb and wrapping his arms around them both. She looked thoughtful. "I've never even considered being a ruler. I don't want to." Kaleb laughed, "Well my Goddess, that's exactly why it has to be you."
She sighed and nodded. He was right. She may not know wtf she was doing, but she could learn. The most important part was her character. She loved all the people she had met so far, and she would absolutely fight for them. If others were suffering, she would do what she could. She knew deep down it had to be her. She didn't have to like it though.
The next morning was full of fun.
The sleek silver body of The Nightfang gleamed under the twin suns. Etched with rune circuits and reinforced with obsidian plating, the luxury class werewolf vessel was built like a predator in motion.
"Holy shit," Rhiannan muttered. "It's like a luxury penthouse and a war machine had a baby."
"Welcome aboard," a sharp voice chimed from the control core.
"You must be the problem child I've heard so much about." The voice drawled.
A hologram flickered into view, a woman with glowing blue eyes, sharp cheekbones, and perfect eyeliner. She wore a blazer made of binary and disdain.
"Who the fuck are you?" Rhiannan asked.
"I'm S.A.S.H.A.....Strategic AI Support for Hunter Alphas. Or just Sasha. I run this fleet, and I don't like your taste in clothes, your mating choices, or your tendency to bleed on command."
Kaleb smirked. "She's grown fond of me."
"You're tolerable. She's chaos."
"I like her," Rhiannan grinned.
Sasha narrowed her eyes. "Don't."
They toured the ship, Rhiannans eyes wide and excited the entire time. This future shit was legit. Technology mixed with magic was some fire shit. She was impressed.
Kaleb's war room, lined with star maps and enchanted weapons, Rhiannan ooohed and awed the appropriate amount of times to stroke his ego and he flexed for her with a grin as her cheeks flushed red. Damn him he was so sexy it was unfair.
Arwen's private stash of contraband (Sasha judged it loudly) as he grumbled angrily and stuffed it all under a bed. Rhiannan laughed heartily, "No judgement here pirate. Only love." He kissed her cheek and grabbed her hand and they walked like teenagers swinging hands.
The meditation garden, infused with moonlight and gravity enchantments, which Rhiannan immediately fell in love with. "I can see myself spending a lot of time here!" She said happily. Kaleb grinned, "Anything for you my Luna." And he kissed her hand, making her blush again. His eyes lit up. "You are so beautiful when you blush love." She bit her lip and looked away, "Stop it with the flattery, you wily wolf." But she fucking loved the way they showered her with affection and love.
The bedroom suite was absolutely massive, velvet drenched, and clearly not designed for celibacy.
Rhiannan walked the halls barefoot, overwhelmed but breathing.
The air was cleaner here. The path ahead, clearer. She felt more confident. Collected. Like she kinda had her shit together.
She stood at the observation deck, staring into the sky.
Kaleb stepped beside her. "Next stop?"
She touched the glass, peering out into the sky.
"Dragon territory."