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IRIS POV:
Elder Sylvaris stepped forward, the ceremonial blade resting in his hands. Camera lights flickered from every corner. The ceremony was being broadcast live on every station. “Tonight, beneath the witness of the moon and the ancestors, two souls stand before us to be bound by fate, duty, and blood.” I couldn’t look Nicholas in the eyes. It felt like the love wasn’t there anymore. My wolf whimpered from the pain she felt after what we had seen a few hours ago. The Elder raised the silver ceremonial blade. “Do you, Nicholas, son of the Alpha bloodline, accept this union and the responsibilities it carries for your pack and your mate?” “I accept,” Nicholas said boldly. The Elder turned to me. My heart slammed against my chest. It was my turn. “Do you, Iris, accept this bond, to stand as Luna, guardian of the pack, and mate to the Alpha heir?” “…I… I…” I stammered, glancing at my dad. His eyes were wide and warning. I turned back toward Nicholas. He couldn’t see my face because of the veil, he couldn't see the tears in my eyes. “…I can’t.” My voice cracked. “I can’t.” Nicholas’s brows furrowed. Tears spilled over as I spun away from the altar and ran, my gown dragging across the glass tiles toward the huge golden doors of the mating hall. “Iris!” My father’s voice echoed behind me, but I didn’t stop. I couldn’t think straight. All I wanted was to get as far away as possible. —·—·—·—·—·—·— HOW IT STARTED: I had a crush on Nicholas, my high school classmate and the Alpha heir of the Dark Moon Pack. He came from one of the wealthiest royal families. His father was the Alpha, preparing to hand the title over to him. But little did I know, fate had other plans. Two years after graduation, I was unexpectedly mated to Nicholas. It felt like all my dreams were finally coming true. I was finally able to make my father proud because of the great business opportunities this union would bring to our family. On the night of our mating ceremony, I stood outside the mansion, admiring the moonlit sky and imagining everything that would follow the ritual, the new faces I would meet, the new family I would belong to, the life I had convinced myself was finally beginning. Then my phone buzzed with an email notification. Frowning, I opened it, expecting nothing more than a reminder or a late message. Instead, a video file loaded on my screen. The sender was anonymous. At first, I didn’t understand what I was seeing. Then my breath caught. It was Nicholas and Diane. My hands began to shake as I watched them together, his dick was buried inside her mouth. What made it worse was the timestamp glowing at the corner of the screen. Two days ago. Then realization hit me. This wasn’t a mistake from the past. This was a choice he had made, knowing exactly who I was to him. The moon above me blurred as tears burned in my eyes, and in that moment, everything I had dreamed of collapsed into ash. I turned and ran toward the door, toward my mother, but I bumped into my dad as he was about to open the door. He caught me before I could fall. “What the…” “What got into you, Iris? You shouldn’t run…” He stopped, looking confused. “Is everything alright? What’s wrong?” he asked, pulling me back inside and motioning for me to sit. “Daaad!” I cried. I saw a hint of disgust in his eyes, and I understood why. He wasn’t a gentle man. My father had a heavy beard that framed his sharp jaw, adding to his harsh, unforgiving appearance. “Nic… Nicholas is cheating on me. He’s having an affair with Diane. I was sent the video just now…” I sobbed. He raised an eyebrow. “Nicholas? And that’s why you’re making a mess of yourself? I am shocked to see my daughter crying over a man. Get up,” he snapped. I stood slowly. I expected a slap, like usual, but instead, he grabbed my shoulders. “You’re a strong girl, Iris. Tonight is your big moment. Don’t let a stupid video ruin it,” he said. “Do you hear me?” I nodded once. “Now clean up,” he ordered. “You’ll be standing on the altar in two hours,” he stated. “This will change your life and that of your family for ever, Iris. Make me proud.” It was clear to me he only wanted me married to Nicholas for business reasons. My father never spoke softly. He growled or commanded. Suddenly, his phone rang. He pulled it from his pocket. “Sorry, I have to take this,” he said, stepping outside and standing by the door as if shielding me from escaping. “My daughter is going to be Luna soon, so I don’t care about your stupid arrangement. I have better things to do,” Dad’s deep voice echoed from outside. After a moment, he returned, slipping his phone back into his suit pocket. He stood there for a second before opening his arms and hugging me. “Promise me you won’t do something foolish, Iris. You can do this,” he advised as he released me. “I wish you all the best.” He pulled a handkerchief from his pocket and wiped the tears from my eyes. Dad gave me a nod before turning and leaving the room. I stared at the huge clock on the wall. It was already 10:33 PM. Suddenly, a knock sounded at the door. “Iris, are you in there?” Julie’s voice called. “Yes, Julie!” I answered. Julie pushed the door open and rushed inside, a bright smile lighting her face. “You look beautiful, big sis…” Her smile suddenly faded as she studied my face. “Did Dad do anything to you? You know you’re becoming Luna, so he has no right to…” “No, he didn’t,” I interrupted gently. “In fact, he came to encourage me.” “But your eyes are filled with tears.” She stated. “These are tears of joy, Julie,” I said, forcing a small smile.IRIS POV:“I've directed my men to drive you back,” he said quietly.“Fine,” I replied.It didn't matter if it was late outside. All I wanted to do was leave.I walked toward the huge doors where two guards waited.“Iris, wait.” His voice echoed from behind me. I turned around slowly.“How were you able to run?” he asked, frowning.“What do you mean?” I asked.“You resisted me,” he said. “How did you do it?”“Resist? I didn't feel it was right, so I ran,” I stated.“No, Iris!” he shouted. “You don't know who I am or what I am. You weren't supposed to be able to do that.” He growled, his eyes glowing gold.My face changed that instant.“What, then, are you?” I asked.He looked me in the eye. “The ride is ready. You can leave now.”That was it. No answer to my question.I turned, walking out of the door.Up ahead was a Lamborghini, sleek, matte black, with razor-sharp lines. Aventador SVJ, I realized as I got closer. I had seen enough car magazines in waiting rooms to recognize this one
IRIS POV:I couldn't explain what just happened. I was literally confused.I waited until he turned left.I pushed the door open and stepped back inside the room. I walked straight to the massive closet. The lights turned on automatically when I got close. Rows and rows of clothes hung perfectly straight. Suits, shirts, pants, all dark colors, all expensive-looking. Everything smelled clean, like him.There were no women’s clothes there. Nothing soft or flowery. Just his things.I didn’t want to wear a dress again. Not tonight. Not after everything.My fingers brushed over a white button-up shirt. It was big. Crisp. The kind he probably wore under those white suits. The fabric felt smooth and cool against my skin. I pulled it off the hanger.Next to it were black sweatpants. Soft cotton. No drawstring, just elastic at the waist. Simple. They looked huge on the hanger, but I didn’t care.I dropped the towel. It hit the floor with a soft sound.I slipped the white shirt on first.The sl
IRIS POV:I kissed him back, hungry and desperate, like all the fear and confusion from the night had turned into this one burning need.He backed me gently toward the huge bed behind us. His body pressed into mine, hard and warm through the thin towel. One thigh slipped between my legs, giving me something to press against.I gasped into his mouth at the sudden friction. Pleasure sparked inside me, making my knees weak.His fingers found the knot at the top of the towel. With one slow tug, he loosened it. The thick fabric slipped from my body and pooled at my feet, leaving me completely bare in front of him.I didn’t have time to feel embarrassed.My wolf purred inside me. She was enjoying it.His hands were already on me, sliding over my waist, up my ribs, his thumbs brushing the undersides of my breasts. He cupped them gently, then more firmly, his thumbs circling my nipples until they ached. A low moan escaped my mouth. My back arched, pressing myself harder into his touch.He kis
IRIS POV:I hated the way my body responded to the voice of someone I had just met a few hours ago.“I don't know what you're saying,” I lied. I totally knew what he meant.I looked behind him. There was the door. I could simply run away from him and head out, but my feet and body just couldn't move. This feeling was different, more like a compelling power.Why was his presence commanding my body more than even me, the owner of it?He took a step closer. “You're a bad liar, you know,” he whispered.My body instantly went still. I managed to look into his eyes, which were glowing golden. I felt lost in them.Aurelian lifted his hand slowly and brushed the back of his knuckles down my cheek. The touch was light but electrifying. It sent heat racing under my skin like fire chasing dry grass. My breath caught. I should have stepped back. I should have slapped his hand away. Instead, my eyelids fluttered, and a soft, involuntary sound slipped from my lips, like a surrender.He smiled at th
IRIS POV:The car kept moving north for what felt like forever. The highway slowly turned into narrower roads, then into private lanes lined with tall pines. No more billboards. No more lights from other packs. Just the soft glow from the dashboard.Finally, the Rolls-Royce slowed. Tall iron gates appeared ahead, opening automatically as we approached.Beyond them stretched an estate that took my breath away. Massive stone walls, perfectly trimmed hedges, fountains lit up with soft gold light, and a main house that looked more like a modern palace than a home.Everything screamed money and power. The kind only Trillionaires could own.As the car rolled to a stop in the circular driveway, men in black suits stepped out from the shadows. Bodyguards. At least ten of them. All holding guns, big ones, held low but ready. Their faces were hard, eyes sharp. They looked like they would shoot first and ask questions later.The driver opened Aurelian’s door. He stepped out calmly, like this was
IRIS POV:The highway stretched out like an endless ride; the estate lights had disappeared completely behind us. The Rolls-Royce glided so smoothly I almost forgot we were moving, only the low hum of the engine and the occasional soft click of the tires over expansion joints reminded me this wasn’t a dream.I kept stealing glances at him.He sat relaxed, one arm draped along the back of the seat, the other resting loosely on his thigh. The white suit should have looked out of place in the dead of night, but on him it didn’t. It looked like armor. I wanted to ask him where we're going but my wolf seemed to trust him more than I did.I swallowed.“Where… where are we going?” I asked softly.He turned his head slowly, those storm-gray eyes catching mine.“Somewhere safe,” he said simply. “Somewhere no one will look for you tonight.”“That’s not an answer.”One corner of his mouth lifted like a smile.“North,” he said after a beat. “Past the border territories. I have a little property







