LOGINAlpha Asher had finally caught me. His warriors had succeeded in capturing me.
My hands were tied behind my back, and his warriors dragged me away like a rabid stray they had finally cornered.
The ropes dug into my wrists the moment I tried to break free, biting deeper into my skin with every movement.
Damn it.
Whoever tied me up knew exactly what they were doing.
I tried again and again but every movement only caused only the ropes to cut deeper, drawing fresh beads of blood that trickled down my wrists. I gritted my teeth, forcing down the hiss of pain.
My struggle didn’t go unnoticed.One of the warriors glanced back and let out a mocking laugh.
“Still trying to fight?”He walked back toward me, his eyes filled with disgust.“You really don’t know your place, do you?”
Before I could answer, his boot slammed into my stomach.
The impact sent me crashing onto the ground. Pain ripped through my body, and I coughed violently, a mouthful of blood spilling from my lips.
“You stupid rogue,” he spat, staring down at me like I was nothing but garbage. “You should be grateful the Alpha wants to see you alive.”
He grabbed the ropes and yanked me back up.
“Don’t worry. Once the Alpha sees you, he might kill you himself.”
My jaw tightened as I glared at him.
Damn these bastards.
My heart slammed violently against my ribcage as the warriors dragged me forward through the dimly lit corridor. My wrists, still bound behind my back, throbbed with every movement, and my bare feet, torn and blistered from days of running, scraped uselessly against the uneven flagstones.
As soon as we reached the door, one of the warriors didn’t hesitate. He shoved it open and pushed me inside.
Before I could even look around the room, another warrior flicked his fingers and forced me down onto my knees, putting me into a posture of absolute submission that stripped away the last remnants of my dignity. My dirty, tangled hair fell in front of my face, and I immediately closed my eyes, silently praying for my life。
I already knew what was coming next.
“Raise his head. I want to see his face,” I heard the Alpha say. Instantly, one of the warriors grabbed my hair and yanked my head upward until I was forced to face the Alpha.
As soon as my gaze locked with his, something inside me awakened. I maintained the struggle within me and didn’t flinch at his sight but I couldn’t control what I was feeling in my stomach.
Something powerful slammed into my chest that immediately made heat flood my body. My wolf surged forward with sudden, desperate strength, howling one single word inside my mind:
Mate.
That only word made me freeze.
It was impossible. That I was mated to him.
I had heard the old tales, how mates recognised each other by scent, by touch, by the very beat of their hearts. But never, in all the legends whispered around dying campfires, had a male been mated to a fellow male.
And yet, here I knelt, a filthy rogue, staring into the ice‑blue eyes of the most powerful Alpha in the region and feeling the undeniable pull of the mate bond. My wolf was already pacing, eager, wanting and I hated it.
He felt it too.
Out of the blue, his gorgeous blue eyes turned dark then his entire body went rigid. I watched the shock ripple across his chiselled features, first confusion, then dawning horror, and finally the fury. His jaw clenched so hard I could see the muscle ticking beneath his stubble. The air in the room grew thick with his Alpha dominant aura increasing. The guards behind me shifted uneasily, sensing the sudden, volatile shift in their Alpha’s energy.
“What the fuck is this?” Asher growled, his voice low and dangerous, a sound that would have sent lesser wolves cowering but he wasn’t speaking to us. He was speaking to the universe, to the Moon Goddess herself, demanding an explanation for this cruel joke.
“Alpha…?” one of them started, but Asher raised a hand, silencing him instantly. “Let him go and leave,” he snapped at the guards and the Beta, his voice trembling with barely controlled fury.
As soon as they walked out and the door slammed shut, Asher approached me immediately, jaws clenched with barely contained rage.
“The Moon Goddess doesn’t make mistakes. What the fuck did you do to her, you filthy rogue,” he spat staring at me like I was the most disgusting thing he had ever seen.
I didn’t bother replying him because I was also confused.
On my side it was even worse. Besides the shock of being fated to a fellow male, in all the men in the world, in all the wolves across every territory, it was him.
Asher.
The same Alpha who had slaughtered my parents. The same man whose warriors had wiped out my entire pack years ago, leaving me as one of the few survivors forced into a life of running and hiding as a rogue. And now the Moon Goddess had bound me to him?
The irony was cruel enough to make me want to me run mad.
“Never in my life did I think that the Moon Goddess would curse me by making a rogue my mate,” he muttered to himself.
“Curse?” I repeated, my voice hoarse but filled with anger. “You think I wanted to become your mate? Do you really think I wanted this? Being bound to you… It disgusts me.”
As soon as I said so, his hand shot out and wrapped around my throat. His grip tightened, his fingers digging into my skin as if he wanted to kill me. His hand trembled with the force of his anger, but I didn’t look away.
For a long second, we stared at each other, the pull of the mate bond crackling between us like electricity, undeniable and wrong in the eyes of our world.
Then Asher shoved me back roughly, breathing hard.
“This is unnatural,” he snarled. “Two males cannot be mates. It has never happened and it should never happen.”
I collapsed to the ground, coughing violently as I tried to catch my breath. My throat burned from his grip, and every breath felt like fire.
But before I could ask why, he turned sharply and bellowed toward the door.
“Guards!”
The door flew open instantly.
“Take this… thing back to the cell,” he ordered, voice cold and filled with rage. “I don’t want to see his face again until I decide what to do with this abomination.”
“Not the time?” I laughed bitterly, the sound quickly dissolving into a harsh, wet cough that brought more thick black liquid surging to my lips. The bitter, metallic taste coated my tongue and burned the back of my throat. Nigel quickly wiped it away with his sleeve, his expression grim and tight with restrained fury. “She tried to kill me. And you’re worried about the guests?”Asher’s jaw tightened until the muscle jumped beneath the skin. “You don’t know what you’re saying. You’re not in your right mind.”“I know exactly what I’m saying.” I forced myself to look at Calla, to hold her gaze despite the darkness creeping in at the edges of my vision, despite the way the hall seemed to tilt and swim. “I know what I tasted. I know what I feel. And I know……” I paused, gasping for breath as another wave of nausea rolled through me, “that when the healer examines me, they’ll find poison in my blood. And when they do… everyone here will know the truth.”Calla’s face went pale, not the pale
“I’m fine, Nigel,” I answered.I opened my mouth to say something else when the first wave hit.It came without warning. A sudden, violent twist deep in my gut, sharp enough to steal my breath. My fingers tightened around the stem of the glass until I thought it might snap. Heat flooded my face, then drained away just as fast, leaving me cold and clammy.The wine, I told myself. It has to be the wine. Or the stress. Or the secret sitting in my chest like a live coal.But this was different. This wasn’t anything I had felt before.It was a clawing, tearing sensation that started deep in my gut and ripped upward with terrifying speed. Within seconds my mouth started to flood with saliva and my vision started to swim at the edges. Fear spiked through me, sharp and cold.“I… I need to excuse myself,” I said suddenly, my voice coming out strangled. Nigel’s brows drew together at my words, but before he could say anything I turned, intending to walk with dignity toward the nearest exit, tow
“Another generous toast.” Nigel lifted his glass, his pale eyes fixed on Calla. “Generosity is my specialty.”Calla laughed, a light, musical sound that didn’t quite reach her eyes. “I believe in making everyone feel welcome. Especially those who might feel… out of place.”I tensed at her words. Out of place. She’s talking about me. She’s making sure I know it. The memory of her laughter in the bathroom still clung to me like smoke.Nigel took a slow sip of his wine, his gaze flicking between us. “An interesting choice of words, Calla. Tell me, what makes you think anyone here feels out of place?”Calla’s smile didn’t waver. “Oh, I don’t think anything, Alpha Nigel. I simply observe. And I’ve observed that new mates often need a little… extra support. Especially during their first pre...”“Calla is right,” I cut in, stopping her midsentence, surprising myself with the steadiness of my voice even as everything inside me trembled harder. She wanted to talk about the pregnancy. Rhea’s pr
“You’re shaking, Dylan.”Just as I was still looking at Asher, the voice came from directly behind me, low, rough and far too close. I froze immediately and didn’t turn at first. My pulse hammered so hard I could feel it in my throat. Rhea’s quiet presence half a step behind me was the only solid thing left. Then the voice came again, softer this time and almost amused. “You all frozen like you’ve heard a ghost.”I turned when I heard that.It was Alpha Nigel, standing less than an arm’s length away, tall enough that I had to tilt my chin up to meet his eyes. Dark hair pulled back, sharp features half-shadowed by the light, pale gaze fixed on my face with an intensity that made the air feel thinner. He hadn’t been there a second ago. Or maybe he had, and I had simply been too busy drowning to notice. I forced my spine straight, forced a small, polite smile onto my mouth even as everything inside me continued to fracture.“Alpha Nigel,” I said, keeping my voice steady, almost light. “I
I waited thirty seconds, then rose as if I simply needed air. No one stopped me. The corridor outside the hall was cooler and quieter. I slipped into the nearest washroom and locked the door.Rhea was already inside. She turned the moment the latch clicked, eyes searching my face.“Are you all right?” she asked.I shook my head. Before she could ask anything else I closed the distance between us and crushed my mouth against hers in a desperate, hungry kiss.Rhea froze for half a second, then kissed me back just as fiercely, one hand sliding into my hair, the other gripping my waist hard enough to bruise. The taste of her, warm and familiar and completely off-limits, flooded every corner of the fear that had been choking me since Asher’s public threat. I poured everything into the kiss: the terror, the secret growing inside her, the need to feel something that belonged only to us for once. For a few stolen heartbeats the world outside the locked door simply ceased to exist.When we fin
“He’ll come back,” Rhea said fiercely. “He has to. You’re strong, Dylan. Stronger than you know. And that wolf of yours? He’s a survivor. Just like you.”“I don’t feel strong,” I admitted, voice rough. “I feel like I’m one breath away from shattering into a thousand pieces.”“Then we’ll gather those pieces together,” Rhea said, her voice steady and sure. “Every single one. And then we’ll rebuild you into something that can still stand. Something that can run. Something that can fight and protect what’s coming.”I dragged a hand down my face. “I know, but where the hell are we even supposed to go? We can’t just run into the woods and hope for the best. We need shelter, food, money. We need a plan that doesn’t get both of us killed.”Rhea was quiet for a long moment. “I’ve been thinking about that. I’ll update you when I can. For now, get dressed before Asher comes looking for you.” She stood abruptly, energy shifting in a heartbeat.She crossed to the wardrobe and yanked it open, rifli







