Louis had learned quickly—speak only when spoken to, keep his head down, and never, ever meet the eyes of his betters. The first time he had made that mistake, Dane’s fist had met his ribs. The second time, it had been worse. Now, he moved carefully through the halls of the Green Moon Pack’s estate, balancing a tray of food as he made his way to Dane’s chambers. His body still ached from the previous night’s punishment, but he had learned long ago that pain was just another part of survival. Omegas were the lowest rank, born to serve and obey. He had known that all his life, but here, under Alpha Zack’s rule, the lesson had been carved into his skin. His hands trembled slightly as he knocked on the door. A pause. Then—"Enter." Louis pushed the door open, stepping inside as quietly as possible. The room was large, extravagant, and suffocatingly perfect. A stark contrast to the omega quarters—small, windowless rooms barely big enough for a single bed. Dane lay sprawled acros
The night after the gathering, Louis lay on the thin mattress in his cramped quarters, staring at the wooden ceiling. Sleep was an elusive thing, slipping through his grasp no matter how exhausted he felt. His ribs still ached from Dane’s casual punishments, and his mind was restless. Zack had noticed him. Why? Alphas didn’t concern themselves with omegas—unless they had a reason. That thought unsettled him more than anything else. Zack was a ruthless leader, feared even among his own men. If he had taken an interest in Louis, it wasn’t for anything good. He turned onto his side, curling in on himself. The room smelled of damp wood and the faint scent of blood—his own, dried into the blankets. It wasn’t the first time, and it wouldn’t be the last. Tomorrow would be the same as every other day. Serve, obey, endure. If he was lucky, he would remain invisible. --- The morning came too quickly. Louis was up before the sun, as always. His tasks were the same—cleaning, pre
Louis moved carefully through the grand hall, his tray balanced with practiced ease. The room was alive with laughter and deep voices, Alphas and Betas talking in hushed tones or barking orders at passing omegas. The air was thick with the scent of roasted meat, spiced wine, and the ever-present musk of dominance that always accompanied these gatherings. His job was simple—serve, avoid eye contact, and above all, remain unnoticed. Yet, he could still feel **Zack’s** gaze on him. It wasn’t direct. Zack hadn’t spoken to him again since their brief exchange earlier that day, but Louis was **aware** of him. Aware of the way the Alpha’s piercing gaze would flicker toward him when he passed. Aware of the weight of being seen. He hated it. Dane, thankfully, hadn’t noticed. The Alpha was too busy basking in his own importance, laughing at crude jokes and drinking deeply from his goblet. That was the one mercy of the night—when Dane was distracted, Louis was free from his immedia
Lina sat by the large window in her chamber, staring out at the vast lands of the Midnight Pack. The sky outside was awash in fading hues of gold and crimson, the setting sun casting long shadows across the treetops. A cool breeze rustled the curtains, carrying with it the distant howls of wolves preparing for the night. But Lina wasn’t listening. She was **thinking**. She had always known this day would come—**the day she was told to accept her fate.** Her father, **Alpha Jackson**, had made it clear since her youth that she was not like the others. She was not a warrior, not a rogue, not even a beta with some semblance of choice. She was a daughter of the Alpha, a princess in a kingdom ruled by dominance and blood. And more than that—**she was already claimed.** A shiver ran down her spine at the thought. Dane. Her **mate.** Her **bond.** The name alone made her stomach twist in ways she did not understand—part instinct, part revulsion. The mating bond was sacred
Lina sat in the dim glow of her candlelit chamber, her hands gripping the edges of the wooden desk as she stared at the map spread before her. The Midnight Pack’s borders stretched far and wide, surrounded by dense forests, treacherous rivers, and neighboring packs—some allies, others enemies. She traced a path with her fingertip, her heart pounding. **If she was going to run, she needed a plan.** Three days. Three days until she was sent to Dane. Three days until she lost any hope of escaping. A sharp knock on her door made her jolt upright, shoving the map beneath a stack of books. "Come in," she called, her voice steady despite the turmoil in her chest. The door creaked open, and **Kael** stepped inside. He shut the door behind him, his sharp blue eyes scanning her face. "You summoned me?" Lina nodded, motioning for him to sit. He hesitated for only a moment before lowering himself onto the chair across from her. "I need your help," she said. Kael studied her
Lina moved swiftly through the dimly lit corridors, her pulse hammering in her ears. The weight of her small travel bag pressed against her back, each step bringing her closer to the forest’s edge—and to freedom. Her hands trembled as she reached for the latch on the back door. **Just a little farther.** The night air was crisp when she slipped outside, the wind carrying the scent of pine and damp earth. A sliver of moonlight illuminated the path ahead, her escape route winding through the dense trees. If she could just make it past the eastern river, she could disappear before anyone noticed she was gone. She took a single step forward— "Lina." The voice was like a blade to her spine, freezing her in place. Slowly, she turned. **Alpha Jackson stood in the shadows, watching her.** Her father’s gaze was unreadable, but the sharpness in his eyes sent a cold wave of fear through her. He wasn’t just angry. **He was disappointed.** For a long moment, silence stretched bet
Lina drifted in and out of consciousness, her body sluggish, her mind clouded with fog. The steady rhythm of horse hooves and the crunch of gravel beneath wheels filled her ears. The scent of damp wood and leather was overpowering, and when she tried to shift her limbs, she realized **she couldn’t move.** Her wrists and ankles were bound. **Panic surged through her.** She blinked rapidly, forcing her vision to clear. The dim interior of a carriage came into focus. Heavy iron bars lined the windows, preventing any escape. A thick chain ran across the door. **A prisoner.** Her father had truly done it. A sharp jolt sent her body rocking, and she clenched her jaw against the nausea threatening to rise. The sedative still coursed through her veins, making her sluggish, but not enough to stop the fury burning in her chest. Dane’s pack. She was being delivered like **cargo** to the man she despised. Lina gritted her teeth. **No. She wouldn’t let them break her.** A dee
Lina’s wrists ached from struggling against the leather bindings, her skin raw where they had bitten into her flesh. Every breath she took felt heavy, weighed down by the reality of her situation. Owned. Bound to a fate she never chose.Dane stood near the door, watching her with an unreadable expression. His golden eyes reflected the dim candlelight, making him look almost inhuman—like a predator biding his time. "You’ll hurt yourself if you keep pulling," he said, his voice disturbingly calm. Lina let out a sharp, bitter laugh. "Oh, forgive me, Alpha," she sneered. "Wouldn’t want to damage your new **property.**" Dane’s jaw tightened slightly, but he didn’t lash out. Instead, he stepped closer, his presence filling the space between them. "You think this is a game?" he murmured. Lina glared up at him. "No. I think it’s a nightmareFor a moment, silence stretched between them, thick with tension. Then, to her surprise, Dane reached for her wrist and **untied the straps.**
The forest was quiet—too quiet.Lina’s boots crunched softly over the scattered leaves as she made her way down the narrow path behind the training fields. She’d needed space, again. Ever since that late-night conversation with Louis, her thoughts had been tangled, hard to sort. Every time she thought she had buried her feelings, he’d say something, look at her a certain way, and everything would shift again.He was waiting for her near the edge of the woods, where the trees opened into a small clearing. A half-smirk played at his lips as she approached, hands shoved casually into his pockets.“I was starting to think you ditched me.”Lina raised an eyebrow. “And miss another one of your charming silences? Never.”He gave a low grunt, almost a laugh, then turned to walk beside her as they headed deeper into the woods. It wasn’t official pack territory anymore, but it was safe—usually. They both needed the quiet, the peace. But tonight, the forest felt different.The breeze carried som
The sky had already deepened into a smoky violet by the time Lina slipped out of the packhouse again. The walls felt too close, too heavy with responsibilities she wasn’t ready to face. Out here, under the open sky, she could almost remember who she was before everything changed.Almost.The air was cool against her skin, laced with the earthy scent of pine and fresh grass. A few warriors still lingered near the training grounds, their laughter low and fading as they drifted back toward the main house. Lina kept her distance, wandering further out toward the open fields, where the moon was just beginning to rise.That was when she saw him.Louis.He was sitting alone at the edge of the training field, his back against a low fence post, one knee bent loosely as he stared out over the darkening landscape. His posture was lazy, but his eyes were sharp, like he was guarding something unseen.Maybe himself.Without fully thinking, Lina walked over, the soft crunch of her boots on the grass
The morning after their last encounter, Lina found herself restless.She’d barely slept. Her thoughts had been tangled—looping endlessly around things Louis had said, and the things he hadn’t. The way he looked at her. The way he walked away.She hated how her mind kept circling back to him.The pack was still asleep when she stepped outside. Early light slanted through the towering trees, turning the edges of the forest golden. Birds chirped high above, and the air smelled of dew and woodsmoke. It was quiet in the way only early mornings could be.And again—like fate had a habit of placing him in her path—he was there.Louis stood near the tree line, this time sharpening a blade with calm, measured strokes. The rhythmic shh, shh of the whetstone was oddly soothing. He didn’t look up when she approached.“I’m starting to think you live in these woods,” Lina said.“Maybe I do,” he muttered without glancing at her.“You’re not going to chase me off again, are you?”“Depends. Are you her
The late afternoon sun bled golden light over the forest’s edge, turning the air warm and soft as it filtered through the trees. The pack grounds were quieter than usual—most warriors were inside, resting or eating—but Lina preferred it that way. Solitude had become oddly comforting in the past few days, and now that she was allowed to wander under supervision, she took full advantage of the open space. Her boots crunched lightly against the gravel path as she made her way past the small clearing where training usually took place. A light breeze brushed her hair from her shoulders, and for the first time in days, she felt like she could breathe. She didn’t expect to see him. Louis was standing at the edge of the woods, half-hidden in shadow, sleeves rolled to his elbows, a small pile of firewood at his feet. He moved with quiet efficiency, arms flexing slightly with each piece he stacked. His back was to her, but somehow, she knew he’d sensed her presence before she even said a wo
Morning sunlight bathed the courtyard in gold as Lina stood by the window, watching the pack members begin their day. She hadn’t slept well, her mind circling endlessly around Dane’s apology, her confusion, her anger… and the aching sense of betrayal that had lingered ever since she learned her fate had been decided long ago.A sharp howl echoed in the distance—low, commanding.She didn’t need to be told who it was.Alpha Jackson.Her father.The guards bowed as a tall figure passed through the main gates, flanked by warriors from the Midnight Pack. His presence was like a thundercloud—silent, imposing, impossible to ignore.Lina’s stomach tightened.She had expected him eventually.She just didn’t expect the hurt in her chest when she saw him again.By the time the knock came at her chamber door, she was already dressed and waiting.“Come in,” she said, her voice steady.The door opened, and her father stepped in.He hadn’t changed much. Still broad-shouldered, still carrying the sce
The first light of dawn crept through the tall windows of Lina’s room, brushing golden warmth across the stone walls. She hadn’t slept. She’d spent the night pacing, replaying yesterday’s conversations with her father, her fears, and her endless internal arguments.She hated this.Hated feeling like a prisoner in her own home.And most of all, she hated the aching emptiness that came with knowing her future had already been written—without her consent.The bond to Dane pulsed quietly in her chest. It wasn’t strong—not yet. They hadn’t fully completed the mating bond. But it was there, like a lingering thread tugging at her thoughts.A bond that should have meant protection. Love. Understanding.Not this… distance.A soft knock interrupted her thoughts.She hesitated. Only a few people knocked on her door like that. Not the guards. Not the maids.“Come in,” she said finally.The door creaked open, and Dane stepped into the room.He looked tired. His dark hair was slightly disheveled, h
The door closed behind her with a soft thud, but it echoed like thunder in her chest. Lina walked slowly down the corridor, arms wrapped tightly around herself. Her bare feet made no sound on the cold marble floor, but each step felt heavier than the last.She didn’t cry.She wouldn’t let herself cry—not tonight. The sting in her throat and the pressure behind her eyes begged for release, but she pressed it all down like she always did. There was no room for softness in a Luna’s heart, especially not one who felt so lost in her own home.Dane’s words echoed mercilessly in her mind.“Come join me on the bed. I’m your mate, your husband…”And then—“Lina, go back to your chambers.”She hadn’t known what hurt more—his need or his rejection.He doesn’t understand me. He never has.For a moment, she had thought maybe he would. That maybe, in that dark room with his voice trembling ever so slightly, there would be something real between them. But instead, they stood on opposite sides of a ch
After Lina watched Louis’s shadow disappear into the night, she lingered at the balcony for a few more seconds, the crisp evening air brushing against her skin. There was a strange emptiness in her chest—one she couldn’t explain, and didn’t dare name. Shaking the feeling off, she turned and began heading to her room. Her mind was scattered, and her heart… unsettled.Just as she reached for her door, she nearly bumped into Nisa, who stood there as if she’d been waiting. That ever-present smile curved her lips, polished and unreadable.“Alpha Dane needs you, my Luna,” Nisa said smoothly.Lina blinked, her hand pausing on the doorknob. A thousand thoughts rushed through her mind. Did Dane see her outside with Louis? Had someone told him? A part of her wanted to ask, but pride silenced her.“Must it be tonight?” she asked softly, voice weighed with exhaustion. “I’m really tired.”“I’m afraid so, my Luna. He needs you now,” Nisa replied with eyes glittering with something unreadable.Lina
Louis lay awake in his small room, the silence pressing in like a weight on his chest. He had tossed and turned for hours, pacing the floorboards that creaked with each step. This wasn’t unusual—he rarely slept without interruption—but tonight was different. Tonight, his thoughts weren’t haunted by memories of hunger, shame, or pain. They were haunted by her.Lina.Since the day he first saw her in confinement, something inside him had shifted. At first, it was easy to ignore—a flicker of interest, a strange sense of curiosity. But as the days passed, that flicker turned into a flame he couldn’t put out. He had watched her closely, telling himself it was just duty. That he needed to stay alert. That it meant nothing. But the truth clawed at him more with every sleepless night.He couldn’t stop thinking about her.Her silence. Her strength. The way she looked at the world like it had betrayed her, but she would never let it break her. The way she carried herself, like she’d been throug