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Captive Moon: The Alpha's Blood Pact

Captive Moon: The Alpha's Blood Pact

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Sinopsis

Werewolf

Flash Marriage

Regret

Misunderstanding

Lycan

When Dr. Elara Voss signs a blood pact with the reclusive Wolf King to save her brother from Lycanthropy, she expects a clinical transaction—not the scorching bond that sears her veins under the full moon. The terms are simple: one year of her life to bear his hybrid heir, in exchange for the serum that will cure her brother. But the Wolf King’s golden gaze holds shadows older than the forest, and his touch awakens a primal hunger she never knew existed. With each lunar cycle, Elara’s body betrays her. Her senses sharpen to inhuman levels, her skin hums at his proximity, and her dreams spiral into vivid, forbidden fantasies. Yet the closer she gets to the King, the clearer it becomes that their pact is no ordinary contract. It’s a trap—one that binds her soul to his, and forces her to confront the truth: the serum she needs might not exist. As the pack’s ancient enemies close in, Elara must navigate a world of shifting loyalties, where every ally hides a fanged secret and the line between predator and prey blurs. When the King’s true motives emerge—along with a curse that could destroy them both—Elara must decide: is she a prisoner of her own desperation… or the key to breaking a thousand-year-old chain of bloodshed?

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Chapter 1: The Moonlit Pact

The moon hung like a cracked mirror over Blackpine Forest, its silver shards slicing through the trees to paint the mossy ground. Elara’s boots sank into the loam, each step muffled by the scent of damp earth and something sharper—pine, iron, wildness. She wrapped her white coat tighter, but the chill seeped in anyway, settling in the hollow of her throat where her pulse hammered.

In her pocket, the medical report crumpled like dead leaves. Liam Voss, 19. Lycanthropy Degeneration Stage 3. Prognosis: irreversible without lunar serum. Her brother’s face flashed behind her eyelids—gaunt, his once-brown eyes clouded with the sickly gold of a failing transformation.

A low growl rippled through the woods. Not a wolf’s. A man’s.

Elara froze. He materialized from the shadows as if woven from them, his cloak billowing like smoke. His frame blocked out the moon, and when he stepped forward, she saw the way his boots crushed twigs without effort, the way his fingers curled slightly, as if itching to claw.

“Dr. Voss.” His voice was a purr, velvet over gravel. “You brought the contract.”

She lifted her chin. The folder in her hand suddenly felt too thin, too fragile to hold the weight of what she was about to trade. “I brought terms. One year. A healthy pup. In return, Liam gets the serum.”

He tilted his head. Moonlight spilled over his hood, revealing a slash of a smile—too white, too sharp. “Bold, for a human in my territory. You’ve read the old grimoires, then? Know what happens when a Lycan marks his mate under the full moon?”

Elara’s tongue felt like sandpaper. She’d studied those texts until her eyes burned—mating bonds that rewrite DNA, cravings that turn rational minds to ash, bodies that learn to ache for a touch they once feared. “I know enough.”

The hood fell back.

Her breath hitched. His jaw was carved from obsidian, a scar snaking from his left eyebrow to his jawline like a lightning strike. Midnight hair fell in waves, shot through with a single silver streak that glinted when he moved—a Lycan alpha’s mark of power. But it was his ears that made her fingers curl into fists: pointed, tufted with black fur that stood on end, twitching at the sound of her ragged breathing.

“Enough to sign your life away?” He plucked the folder from her grasp. His fingers brushed hers, and heat seared through her skin—too hot, unnatural, like touching a live wire. “You think this is a transaction, little doctor? That you can rent your womb and walk away?”

“I think your pack hasn’t had a pureblood heir in a decade.” Elara forced the words out, though her voice trembled. “I think your kind is dying out, and you need me more than I need you.”

He laughed—a low, rumbling sound that made the trees shiver. “Clever. But you forget one thing.” He flipped open the folder, his golden eyes scanning the pages with inhuman speed. “When the moon hits its peak, the bond won’t just tie you to me. It’ll change you. Your veins will burn when I’m near. Your nose will learn to crave my scent. And when I—” he paused, letting the implication hang “—claim you, your body will sing for it. Even if your mind screams no.”

Elara thought of Liam’s hospital bed, the way his fingers had clawed at his own skin, begging for release. “I can endure pain.”

“Can you endure longing?” He closed the folder with a snap. “Blood seal. No signatures. No take-backs.” He drew a dagger from his belt, its blade etched with glowing runes that pulsed like a heartbeat. “Hold out your hand.”

Her palm shook as she stretched it toward him. The blade pricked her thumb, and a bead of blood welled up—crimson, human, fragile. He sliced his own thumb, then pressed his wound to hers.

Pain exploded up her arm. Not the sharp sting of a cut, but a molten burn, as if liquid silver were being injected into her veins. She gasped, trying to pull away, but his grip was iron. When he finally released her, a mark bloomed on her wrist: a wolf’s head, its jaws clamped around a crescent moon, the lines glowing like embers.

“The pact is sealed.” His voice was rough, almost hoarse. “Three nights. Midnight. The den.” His gaze raked over her, slow and deliberate, lingering on the curve of her collarbone where her coat gaped open. “Wear something… easier to remove.”

He vanished into the trees before she could reply, leaving only the echo of his footsteps and the scent of cedarwood—warm, masculine, dangerous—clinging to her skin.

Elara stared at the mark. It throbbed in time with her pulse, a second heartbeat. She’d bartered a year of her life for a chance to save Liam. But as she turned to leave, the wind shifted, carrying a distant howl that curled around her like a promise.

Somewhere in the dark, a wolf was calling. And for a heartbeat, she could have sworn it said her name.

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Chapter 1: The Moonlit Pact
The moon hung like a cracked mirror over Blackpine Forest, its silver shards slicing through the trees to paint the mossy ground. Elara’s boots sank into the loam, each step muffled by the scent of damp earth and something sharper—pine, iron, wildness. She wrapped her white coat tighter, but the chill seeped in anyway, settling in the hollow of her throat where her pulse hammered.In her pocket, the medical report crumpled like dead leaves. Liam Voss, 19. Lycanthropy Degeneration Stage 3. Prognosis: irreversible without lunar serum. Her brother’s face flashed behind her eyelids—gaunt, his once-brown eyes clouded with the sickly gold of a failing transformation.A low growl rippled through the woods. Not a wolf’s. A man’s.Elara froze. He materialized from the shadows as if woven from them, his cloak billowing like smoke. His frame blocked out the moon, and when he stepped forward, she saw the way his boots crushed twigs without effort, the way his fingers curled slightly, as if itchin
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Chapter 2: The Burning Mark
Chapter 2: The Burning Mark The hospital’s fluorescent lights flickered like dying fireflies as Elara slipped into Liam’s room. Her brother lay motionless, his sheets stained with smudges of gray fur—another transformation episode, the nurses had whispered. She brushed a strand of sweat-matted hair from his forehead, and his eyelashes fluttered, revealing a sliver of that sickly gold. “Lara?” His voice was a rasp, thinner than tissue paper. “Did you…?” She forced a smile, tucking the medical chart behind her back. Lycanthropy Degeneration accelerating. Organs showing signs of wolf-cell rejection. “I’m working on it. Promise.” His fingers latched onto hers, cold as marble. “Don’t make deals with them, Lara. The stories—they say the alphas don’t play fair.” A (tingle) shot up her arm, centered on the mark. She tugged her hand free, pretending to adjust her coat. “I’m a scientist, Li. I don’t believe in stories.” But when she stepped into the hallway, her reflection in the vending
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Chapter 3: River's Edge
The car’s engine sputtered as Elara turned onto the dirt road, headlights cutting through a wall of fog. The river gurgled somewhere in the dark, its current a low, hungry whisper. She parked beside a rotting dock, her breath fogging the windshield, and stared at the vial in her lap. The serum glowed faintly, as if alive—but so did the mark on her wrist, throbbing in time with the distant howl of a wolf.Liam’s dying. She grabbed her coat, the scalpel digging into her palm through the fabric. Don’t think. Just do.The dock creaked under her boots. Mist curled around her ankles, cold as a grave, and when she looked down, the mark on her wrist cast a silver glow over the planks—a trail, she realized. It’s showing me the way.A shadow detached itself from the trees.Elara stiffened, fingers closing around the scalpel. But it wasn’t him. A wolf, lean and black as pitch, stood at the edge of the woods, its eyes twin embers. It bared its teeth, but didn’t attack—just watched, as if waiting
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Chapter 4: Pack Politics
Chapter 4: Pack PoliticsThe staircase spiraled downward, torchlight painting the stone walls in flickers of orange and gold. Elara’s boots echoed, but the sound was swallowed by the low hum of voices—too many, she thought, her pulse spiking. The mark on her wrist burned a steady, searing rhythm, as if syncing with the heartbeat of the den itself.He paused at the bottom step, his hand brushing the small of her back. The touch was brief, almost accidental, but heat erupted in its wake, pooling low in her stomach.“Breathe,” he murmured. “They smell fear like sharks smell blood.”Elara squared her shoulders. “I don’t fear them.”But when he pushed open the door, her resolve wavered.The great hall was a cavern of stone, its ceiling lost in shadows. A fire roared in a hearth the size of a car, casting light over a sea of faces—some human, some half-shifted, with 狼耳 (wolf ears) and claws glinting in the flames. All eyes turned to her, sharp and predatory, and a growl rippled through the
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Chapter 5: The Morning After
The first ray of sunlight sliced through the trees, landing directly on Elara’s face. She jolted awake, her body stiff from sleeping on the forest floor. For a heartbeat, she forgot where she was—until the scent of cedarwood and something wild hit her, and memory crashed back.The clearing. The moon. Him.She sat up, wrapping her coat tighter around her. The grass around her was flattened, and there was a faint indentation in the soil where he’d knelt beside her. But he was gone, leaving only the faint, lingering warmth of his skin against hers.The mark on her wrist pulsed, a lazy thrum this time, not the searing pain of the night before. She touched it, and a vision flashed—him, standing at the edge of the woods, watching her sleep, his golden eyes softening for a split second before he turned and vanished.Elara’s jaw tightened. Don’t mistake kindness for weakness. She’d let the bond cloud her judgment, let the moon and the mark and the raw, aching need override her logic. But morn
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Chapter 6: Dinner With the Devil
The sun dipped below the treeline, painting the den’s stone walls in hues of amber and violet. Elara stood outside his quarters, her fist hovering over the wooden door. The serum vial burned a hole in her pocket—a temporary truce, she reminded herself. Nothing more.She knocked once, twice, and the door swung open before she could raise her hand a third time.He leaned against the frame, shirtless, his torso a canvas of scars—claw marks, bullet wounds, a brand that curved around his ribs like a snake. The moonlight through the window caught the silver streak in his hair, and for a heartbeat, she forgot how to breathe.“Took you long enough,” he said, stepping aside. “I was starting to think you’d chickened out.”Elara brushed past him, her shoulder grazing his chest. Heat erupted where they touched, and the mark pulsed in rhythm with her racing heart. “I don’t chicken out. I plan.”“Plan what?” He closed the door, and suddenly the room felt too small, too charged with unspoken tension
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Chapter 7: The First Shift
The mark burned like a second heartbeat.Elara stared at her reflection in the den’s stone basin, watching the silver wolf’s head on her wrist pulse in time with the rising moon. Three days since Kael’s exile, and the air had grown thick with tension—whispers in the corridors, wolves avoiding her gaze, Lira’s constant, wary glances.They’re waiting, the mark seemed to hum. Waiting to see if you break… or bend.A shadow fell across the basin. She turned, finding him leaning against the doorframe, arms crossed. His shoulder had healed, but the scar from the wolfsbane dagger lingered, a pale pink line against his dark skin.“Training starts today,” he said, his golden eyes scanning her face. “Ready to stop being a doctor… and start being a Lycan’s mate?”Elara’s jaw tightened. “I’m not a Lycan. And I’m not your ‘mate.’ I’m a woman with a deadline.”He pushed off the doorframe, his boots silent on the stone floor. “Semantics. By the time the mating heat hits, your body won’t care what you
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Chapter 8: Heat & Prey
The mark didn’t just burn—it sang.Elara woke gasping, her sheets soaked through. The air in her quarters felt thick, cloying, as if saturated with something sweet and musky—his scent, amplified a hundredfold. Her skin prickled, every nerve ending firing at once, and when she touched her wrist, the silver wolf’s head glowed so bright it cast shadows on the stone walls.Two days until the full moon. Two days until the mating heat.She stumbled to the basin, splashing cold water on her face. The reflection staring back was a stranger—cheeks flushed, pupils dilated, a wildness in her eyes she didn’t recognize. The bond had sharpened her jawline, tightened her muscles; even her hair, once a dull brown, now gleamed with red undertones, like embers.I’m becoming something else. Something not quite human.A knock sounded, and her pulse spiked.“Elara?” His voice, rough with sleep, sent a shiver down her spine. “You okay?”She grabbed a robe, tying it tight. “Fine. Just… warm.”The door opene
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Chapter 9: Moonlit Carnage
The full moon hung like a blade over Blackpine Ridge.Elara’s skin felt too tight, every nerve singing as the silver light soaked into her.The mating heat rolled off her in waves, thick and sweet, mixing with the coppery scent of blood from the great hall. Beside her, he stood half-shifted—wolf ears tufted with black fur, claws glinting, his golden eyes blazing with a hunger that matched hers.“Ready?” he said, his voice rough with the edge of transformation.Elara gripped the dagger Eleanor’s journal had described—forged from moonstone, etched with Voss runes—and nodded. The mark on her wrist glowed so bright it cast shadows, and she could hear the heartbeat of the forest: Kael’s army gathering at the ridge, their thoughts a cacophony of bloodlust and ambition.Sixty-seven wolves. All half-crazed from wolfsbane laced in their water. Kael’s at the front, wearing my grandfather’s pelt like a trophy.The bond had become a river, flooding her with his thoughts, his fears, his hunger.“S
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Chapter 10: Dawn's Secret
The first light of dawn seeped over Blackpine Ridge, painting the snow-crusted ground in streaks of pink and gold. Elara lay curled against him, her head on his chest, listening to the steady thump of his heartbeat. The mating heat still hummed in her veins, a low, warm pulse, but it was overshadowed by something softer—tenderness, a word she’d never thought to associate with a Lycan alpha. His fingers traced the mark on her wrist, now a perfect circle of silver and onyx, and she shivered. “Does it hurt?” he said, his voice rough with sleep. “Only when I think too hard about what it means.” She tilted her head, watching the way his silver streak caught the light. “About the other Voss women. Why didn’t you tell me?” He went still. “I thought… if you knew, you’d run. And I couldn’t lose you. Not when I finally found you.” Elara propped herself up on one elbow, her hand brushing the scar on his cheek. “I’m not them. I don’t break. Not anymore.” His golden eyes softened, and he pull
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