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SELENE FAINTS FROM THE BOND
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BENEATH THE BLOOD MOON: CLAIMED BY HER ALPHA LUNA’S NIGHTMARE
Night came down heavily over Crescent Vale. The alpha’s wing was eerily quiet, the massive stone corridors muffling sound as if the whole fortress itself held its breath. In luna’s chamber, the fire burned low, throwing faint golden light across the walls. Selene had been lying awake for hours, her mind tangled in knots.No matter how many times she closed her eyes, she saw again what she had discovered earlier—Luna’s scars - carved deep into her back and ribs. They weren’t the scars of a warrior who had merely fought battles. They were wounds of cruelty, lash after lash, deliberate punishment meant to break. Selene hadn’t dared ask luna about them, but the sight haunted her.What kind of past left those behind? she wondered. And why do I feel this ache for her, even after everything she’s done to me?Her thoughts dissolved when a low growl cut through the silence. Selene bolted upright. It wasn’t the warning growl of a wolf. It was raw, broken, almost like a whimper disguised as rage
BENEATH THE BLOOD MOON: CLAIMED BY HER ALPHA LUNA’S SCARS
The first thing I noticed was the silence.The Alpha’s wing was always quieter than the rest of the stronghold, but this was a different kind of stillness like the air itself was holding its breath. I sat up slowly, the heavy blankets pooling at my waist, my eyes drifting to the empty space where luna had been.Her scent still lingered in the air earthly, pine, and something sharp I couldn’t name. I pushed it from my mind and swung my legs over the side of the bed.The fire had burned to embers. Someone had left a fresh pitcher of water on the table beside a folded tunic and trousers not mine, but hers. The fabric was far too big for me.I pulled them on anyway, grateful for something clean, and padded barefoot across the thick furs toward the door.The Alpha’s quarters were larger than I’d realized. A short hallway led to an adjoining room I hadn’t noticed the night before. The door was ajar, light spilling out from within.I hesitated. I knew I shouldn’t pry. But curiosity has never
BENEATH THE BLOOD MOON: CLAIMED BY HER ALPHA FIRST NIGHT IN LUNA’S ROOM
POV: SeleneBy the time I left the infirmary, night had fallen.The courtyard outside was lit only by the silver wash of moonlight and the scattered torches along the wall. My body ached not from fighting, but from hours of bending over cots, binding wounds, and carrying the weight of my own anger.I wanted my own chamber, my own space. But when I reached the stairs to the guest wing, rowan was waiting for me.---He stood with his arms crossed, a solid shadow against the torchlight.“Orders from the Alpha,” he said before I could speak. “You’re staying in her quarters tonight.”I stopped mid-step. “That’s not necessary.”“It wasn’t a request.”The words sank like a stone in my stomach. “Why?”Rowan’s gaze was unreadable. “Ask her yourself.”---I followed him in silence, down the main corridor, past doors carved with the crest of the crescent vale a rising moon cupped in two wolf heads. The deeper we went into the alpha’s wing, the quieter it became. No servants, no guards, only the
BENEATH THE BLOOD MOON: CLAIMED BY HER ALPHA SELENE TREATS THE INJURED
By midday, the training yard was empty.The frost had melted into a dull sheen of mud, except for the dark stains where blood had soaked in. The smell of it clung to the air copper and iron and something sharper that made my stomach turn.Inside the infirmary, the wounded waited.I had treated sprains and shallow cuts before, but what marrok and the others carried in from the yard were something else entirely split lips, bruised ribs, shoulders wrenched out of joint. It wasn’t a sparring match they’d lost. It was a warning.---Marrok sat on the nearest bench, one hand clamped over his side, his knuckles still raw. His eyes tracked me as I approached, dark and assessing.“Did she send you?” he asked.I kept my voice neutral. “I’m here to treat injuries. Nothing more.”His mouth twisted in a bitter smile. “So you’re not denying it.”I didn’t answer. I dipped a cloth into a bowl of warm water and began cleaning the blood from his temple.---One of the younger warriors groaned from the
BENEATH THE BLOOD MOON: CLAIMED BY HER ALPHA LUNA ASSERTS DOMINANCE
The morning after the council meeting broke cold and sharp.The wind carried the scent of frost from the northern peaks, and the training yard rang with the sound of clashing steel. Warriors moved in pairs, sparring in the pale light, their breath steaming in the air.I had barely finished lacing my boots when rowan appeared at my door, a wolfish grin on his face and a glint in his eye.> “Up, sunshine. You’ll want a front-row seat for this one.”I didn’t have to ask what this was. Rumors had simmered all night voices outside my door, the scrape of boots in the corridor, the sense that the whole wing was holding its breath.Now, as rowan led me down to the yard, I could feel the tension thickening again, coiling like a living thing under my skin.---The yard was full more than usual. Not just warriors in their leather armor, but scouts, apprentices, even kitchen hands leaning over the railings to watch. The air buzzed with anticipation.Luna stood in the center of the packed dirt rin
BENEATH THE BLOOD MOON: CLAIMED BY HER ALPHA THE CHALLENGE
The great hall was already crowded when we returned from the visit.It was a cavernous space of stone and timber, the rafters hung with banners representing each sub-pack of Crescent Vale. The central fire pit burned high, casting flickering light over the faces gathered inside. The smell of woodsmoke, wet fur, and oiled leather mingled with something sharper tension, like a metallic taste on the tongue.A semicircle of heavy oak chairs had been dragged into the center, positioned like a tribunal before the Alpha’s throne.The sub-pack leaders sat in them as if they were thrones of their own:Marrok of the Western Hills, a man with broad shoulders like a mountain, his weathered face carved by a scar that ran from temple to jaw.Viera of the Riverlands, slim and elegant, her silver hair braided into a crown, her pale eyes calculating.Kerric of the Northern Ridge, whose heavy brow shadowed eyes like shards of flint, his hands resting on his knees with the stillness of a coiled predator
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