LOGINThere was blood all over me.
My heart pounded in my chest, it felt like it was going to burst out. I stared at Alpha Dane's heart that laid only a few inches away from the hem of my dress. Fear and terror covered my face before I jumped to my feet and ran off the stage where my wedding had just taken place.
Only one thought crossed my mind.
My mother.
We were in grave danger. We were being attacked, and the Alpha of our pack was dead together with Alpha Dane. As the other wolves fought, tearing each other apart, I rushed up the stairs to look for the way that I could take me out of here.
My wolf screamed inside me. I was lost, hurt, and unable to think straight.
I tried to shift and run, but my wolf wouldn't let me. She wanted to stay, stay where our mate was, where that cruel man still lurked in the pack house, killing other wolves.
My mate.
The thought alone felt like betrayal.
How could I be mated to someone like him? It wasn't supposed to be like this. I wasn't supposed to be tied to a man like that whoever he really was. I had seen the danger in his eyes when he killed Alpha Dane. He wasn't a man. He was a monster. There was no difference between him and Alpha Dane.
Still, I forced myself to keep running, away from the pack house, toward my home. There was a long distance left. Passersby glanced at me, some aware of the chaos, others still confused but it was spreading.
I had to get my mother out of this pack.
As I ran two guards rounded the corner up ahead, eyes wide and frantic. One of them looked at me and opened his mouth to speak, but I shoved past them, ignoring their calls.
"Luna! Stop! It's not safe out there!"
I'm not your Luna anymore.
The words burned in my throat, but I didn't speak them. I didn't stop running.
My vision blurred as I finally reached the side door that led out of the pack house. I pushed it open with all my strength, stumbling into the fading light of dusk. The world outside was no better. Fires had broken out in the eastern fields. Wolves were fighting in the distance-gray, brown, and black fur tangled in deadly combat. Blood soaked the dirt path I ran across, but I didn't let myself slow down.
Faster. Just keep going.
My legs ached. My lungs screamed. But I couldn't stop. Not now.
When I reached the house, I burst inside and searched for her. She was lying in bed, sleeping peacefully, and for a moment, I didn't want to wake her. Sweat beaded on her forehead, and beside the bed, I saw tissue papers soaked with tears.
My shoulders slumped, and my heart swelled with despair. She probably cried for a pretty good time all because she didn't do anything to save me from get married to Alpha Dane.
I stepped quietly into the room and knelt by the bed. She didn't know what was happening, but she needed to.
"Is that you, Aurora?" she whispered, her voice fragile. Her hand dropped onto my shoulder as she sensed me. "Why are you back? Has the wedding been cancelled?"
"Is everything well?" She was already sitting up.
I didn't reply for a moment. I could barely breathe as tears streamed down my cheeks. "Something's happening, Mama. We have to leave."
I knelt beside my mother, trying to steady my breath as panic still swirled inside me like a storm. Her gaze flickered to the blood on my dress, then back to my face, and for a moment, she seemed too lost to speak. I could feel my pulse thundering in my chest, the fear that I'd barely managed to contain threatening to spill over.
"Mama," I whispered, my voice hoarse. "I... I don't know how to tell you this, but..."
She reached for me then, her trembling hands resting on my arms as if trying to steady me. "Aurora... what happened? Where's your father? Where's Dane?"
My throat tightened, and I could barely breathe as I looked into her confused, innocent eyes. The truth felt like it would destroy her, but there was no way around it.
"The wedding... it wasn't supposed to be like this," I started, struggling to find the words. My heart felt too heavy, like it was being pulled down by chains. "Mama, we were attacked."
Her face paled, and she sat up straighter, her hands now gripping mine with a desperate strength. "Attacked? By who, Aurora? Where is your father? Where is Alpha Dane? What happened to them?"
Tears blurred my vision as I fought to speak. I could barely keep it together, but she needed to know.
"Mama, it wasn't... it wasn't just Dane. The Alpha who killed Dane... he killed father too. Right there, during the wedding."
Her gasp filled the room, her eyes going wide with shock and disbelief. She shook her head, clearly unable to comprehend the magnitude of what I was saying. "No. No, that can't be. Your father... your father can't...."
"I know, Mama," I whispered, my voice breaking. "But he's gone now. This other Alpha... he killed both of them. And everything has fallen apart."
I choked on the words, my chest aching with the weight of my grief. My father. Dane. All of it, gone in the span of a heartbeat. The world I had known was shattered, and now all I had was the need to protect her, to keep her safe from whatever was coming next.
"Mama, we can't stay here. We have to leave. We have to go now," I urged, shaking her slightly, hoping to break through the fog of disbelief that clouded her mind.
She blinked at me, as if she were trying to make sense of what I was saying. "But... where will we go?"
Just as she spoke, a loud thud echoed outside.
My heart jumped. I turned my head toward the front door, what used to be the front door. It now lay shattered on the floor.
The scent of my mate filled my nose, and I flinched.
"What's that?" my mother asked, turning her head.
"Let me come back, Mum." I didn't wait for her response. I turned on my heel then bolted down the hallway, my footsteps quick and frantic, my heart pounding in my ears. The house felt so silent, too quiet. It almost seemed as if everything was holding its breath, waiting for something.
He was here. I already knew it but I didn't know where he was hiding.
I kept on walking until the sight before me stopped me cold.
"Finally, here you are," I heard his voice and immediately froze. I couldn't even bring myself to turn around at first. I knew what I'd see. The monster. The man who was now my mate.
"You thought you could just waltz off like a thief in the night, and I wouldn't find you?" he added, and I turned and looked at him.
Even with the lights off, I could see him clearly. He was a monster.
Nothing more.
"Nobody runs from me, mate."
The strong light coming through the windows woke me up. As soon I I opened my eyes, I noticed that the room was quiet. Too quiet.There was no heavy breathing at my back. No arm across my waist and no thick thigh pinning me in place. Just cool sheets tangled around my legs and the faint, musky scent of sex and him still clinging to my skin.I was alone. Raymond must have left while I was still asleep.I blinked up at the ceiling, slow and dazed, letting the reality settle in piece by piece.My body felt… wrecked. Deliciously wrecked.Every muscle ached in a way that was new and obscene. My thighs burned where they’d been spread wide for hours. The insides of them were sticky, crusted with dried cum and my own slick. My core throbbed, deep, low pulses that reminded me exactly how many times he’d driven into me, how deep he’d gone, how relentlessly he’d fucked until I’d forgotten how to breathe. My entrance felt swollen, tender and used. Every tiny shift of my hips sent a sharp, sweet s
"Fuck"Raymond’s growl vibrated against my lips, low and filthy but I failed to say anything.I was still gasping, still trying to find air around the thick stretch of him buried so deep I could feel every brutal inch pulsing inside. My walls fluttered helplessly around his cock, tender and overworked, every tiny shift of his hips sending aftershocks ripping through me.He didn’t move yet. He just stayed locked there, hips flush to mine, letting me feel the full, obscene weight of him. His forehead stayed pressed to mine, sweat-slick skin sliding together and his breath punching out in ragged bursts against my mouth.Then slowly he rolled his hips.One long thrust in and punishing drag out that made me feel every thick inch of him pulling out only to slam back in. Each stroke punched the air from my lungs and every time the thick head dragged over that swollen place inside, until I shook, nails digging into his shoulders, legs wrapping around his waist without permission. He did it a
For a second the room spun.His eyes, still blown black with lust widened fractionally. Recognition, shock then something darker and hungrier.He didn’t pull out.Instead his grip on my wrists tightened until I whimpered. “Virgin,” he repeated, voice wrecked. Like the word itself was violence.Then without another word , he hauled me off the wall. I stumbled but he didn’t let me fall.He simply scooped me up like I weighed nothing, spun, and threw me onto the bed. The mattress dipped hard under my weight. I tried to scramble back, elbows digging in, heels pushing but he was already there.Knees on either side of my hips and hands clamping my thighs, wrenching them wide so fast my muscles screamed in protest.“Raymond... wait....”, I started frightened but he didn’t stop. He out of the blue dropped between my legs like a man starved then his mouth was between my pussy lips without preamble.He was rough and greedy.His tongue dragged up the center of me in one long, brutal lick, flat a
I stood in the center of the room for a long moment, arms wrapped around myself, nails digging into my biceps until the sting grounded me. My mother was safe, fed, healed and not rotting in a cage. That part was real but the rest, the promises, the threats, the way my body still betrayed me every time he opened that filthy mouth was a war I was losing one heartbeat at a time.I crossed to the bathroom, turned the shower on as hot as it would go, and stripped. The water hit like punishment and I didn’t care. I wanted it to hurt, wanted it to scour away the slickness still between my thighs, the phantom press of his cock from this morning and the echo of his voice promising to ruin me tonight.It didn’t work.The heat only made everything more sensitive. My nipples peaked painfully under the spray. My clit throbbed in time with my pulse. Every time I closed my eyes I saw his face, those gold-flecked eyes narrowing, that almost-smile when I’d taunted him about his size and his words that
AURORA’S POVThe dining hall doors swung shut behind me with a thud that echoed my frustration. Mackline’s laughter still rang in my ears, her shameless flirting a brief, ridiculous distraction from the real fire burning in my chest. My mother. That was all that mattered and I left her the moment she told me to go and train with her. I didn’t head back toward the staircase. I went straight for the west wing that led to Raymond's office. The one place in this sprawling pack house where decisions were made and people like me were kept waiting. If he thought he could dangle “after the meeting” like a carrot and expect me to sit pretty, he was about to learn exactly how stubborn I could be.The hallway narrowed as I approached the heavy double doors. Two guards stood outside, arms crossed, expressions carved from stone. They straightened the second they saw me coming.“Alpha’s in a meeting,” the taller one said flatly. “No entry.” He added.“I’m his mate,” I shot back, not slowing down.
AURORA’S POVI stormed down the wide hallway, bare feet slapping against the cold hardwood like I could punish the floor for Raymond’s bullshit. My mother. My mother. The word kept looping in my head, louder than my heartbeat, angrier than the ache still throbbing between my legs from earlier. He thought he could just shower, dress like some untouchable king, and walk out with “That’s the order” hanging in the air like I was one of his soldiers?No. Fuck no.I was going to his office. I was going to plant myself in front of that stupid desk until he came back, and then I was going to make him look me in the eye and explain why pack meetings ranked higher than a terrified woman who hadn’t seen daylight in weeks. If he wanted to play Alpha, fine. But he wasn’t playing it with me today.Just as I rounded the corner near the main staircase , I nearly collided with Mackline. She was coming the other way, her fingers brushing her hair. Her eyes widened the second she saw me.“I see you’re h
Raymond's POVReports were all around me, territories subdued, borders redrawn, spoils tallied and catalogued. Men bent their heads as they spoke, their voices respectful, fearful. To them, I sat as a conqueror: broad-shouldered, cloak spilling over the throne like shadow.Yet behind my eyes, I was
Light slammed into my eyes, harsh as the guards dragged me out of the cell.My wrists stung where the leather had been knotted; my muscles trembled from hunger and grief and the aftershock of standing when I no longer trusted my legs but the ruthless guards didn't care. They shoved me down a corrid
"Nobody runs from me, mate."His eyes gleamed in the dimness and a shiver ran down straight to my spine. I took an involuntary step back. The movement was small, but he noticed. Of course he did. Predators always notice prey that twitches.“Don’t,” he said coldly. “Don’t make this harder than it al
Aurora's POVThe heavy clang of the dungeon gate echoed like a death knell, reverberating through my bones long after the guards' footsteps faded. The sound sealed me in, cutting me off from the last thread of light that had slipped through the corridor behind me. My breath caught, my pulse racing







