CHAPTER 6: Bound by the Alpha vowAMARA,The night air was crisp, laced with the scent of pine and distant rain. The wind carried the eerie howls of wolves—wolves that weren’t ours. Their voices rose in a ghostly chorus, a haunting melody of the wild. My wolf stirred uneasily beneath my skin, instincts flaring in warning.We weren’t alone out here.I tightened my grip on the strap of my bag, my muscles coiled with tension. Every step away from that apartment, from the life I had barely managed to piece together, felt like stepping deeper into unknown territory. But hesitation was a luxury I couldn’t afford.Xander walked beside me, silent and predatory. His movements were smooth, effortless—like he was one with the darkness itself. I had known Alphas before. I had been promised to one. But Xander… he was something different.He wasn’t just a leader. He was a storm waiting to break.The black sheep of the Sinclair family. I had heard the whispers. When I was preparing for my mating cer
CHAPTER 7: The Alpha’s Claim AMARA The grand hall was suffocating_ Not because of its size—it was vast, with towering marble pillars and high-arched ceilings designed to command reverence. Not even because of the dozens of wolves gathered, their bodies tense, their eyes darting between Xander and Derek, caught in the crossfire of two dominant forces. No, it was suffocating because the air was heavy with old betrayals, unspoken words, and the weight of a past I had no desire to reclaim. The scent of dominance and rage clashed in the space, turning the hall into an invisible battlefield where no one dared to make the first move. Derek’s piercing blue eyes burned into me, his wolf pushing against the surface. Searching. Desperate. He was looking for something—some crack in my resolve, a glimpse of regret, hesitation… love. But I felt nothing. If he thought his presence still held power over me, he was mistaken. If he believed that I was still the same girl he had abandoned, he was
Chapter 8: Shadows of the PastAMARAThe night air was thick with tension, a cloying, suffocating thing that pressed against my skin like an omen. The echoes of Derek’s departure still clung to the grand hall, a spectral presence lingering in the heavy silence. But his rage wasn’t the only thing that remained.Something else stirred in the air—something old, something tainted.My wolf sensed it first, a ripple of unease beneath my skin. It was a scent beyond anger or resentment, beyond grudges and pack politics. It was wrong. A decay that didn't belong, the scent of rot buried beneath fresh earth.And it wasn’t just in the air.It was in the walls, in the candlelit corridors of the Crescent Moon Pack’s estate, in the hush that fell as Xander led me through the winding halls. It was in the paintings of past Alphas that lined the passageway—silent watchers, their golden eyes glowing faintly in the dim light. A trick of the flickering flames, or something more?The hair at the nape of my
Chapter 9: The Hunt Begins AMARA The silence between us stretched, thick and suffocating, brimming with the weight of unspoken truths. Xander’s hand still lingered near my jaw, his touch feather-light yet unyielding, as if he could tether me here with will alone. His presence was a force, an unrelenting current pulling me toward something I wasn’t sure I wanted to face. I stepped back, needing space. Needing control. "Enough with the riddles," I said, my voice steadier than I felt. "If Derek doesn’t want me dead, then what does he want?" Xander didn’t answer right away. His fingers raked through his dark hair, his usual arrogance dimming beneath something heavier. The flickering light overhead cast sharp shadows on his face, emphasizing the tension carved into his expression. "Not here," he muttered. A fresh wave of unease crawled up my spine. "What?" I asked him. His gaze flicked toward the door, then to the windows, as if unseen eyes lurked just beyond the edges of the roo
Chapter 10: Missing XANDER Pain. A dull, relentless throbbing, like a war drum pounding inside my skull. It pulsed in tandem with my heartbeat, each wave crashing against the inside of my head, making my vision blur for a second too long. The world around me felt sluggish, movements distorted, as if I were trapped underwater, drowning in the aftermath of last night. The underground hall still reeked of sweat, liquor, and smoke—a suffocating mix that clung to the walls, the floors, and the bodies strewn across tattered couches and sticky tables. The remnants of last night’s chaos still lingered in the air, ghosts of music and voices whispering in the corners of my mind. I barely remembered how it had started. Only that Amara had been furious. The image of her burned in my mind, her dark eyes flashing with anger, lips pressed into a thin, unyielding line. She had been radiating frustration, her hands clenched into tight fists as she spat words at me—sharp, accusing, laced with so
Chapter 11: A Debt in BloodPain pulsed through my skull, dragging me slowly back to consciousness. My head felt like it was wrapped in fog, each thought sluggish and disjointed. My body—limp and heavy, like something had drained all life from it—lay uncomfortably on cold, unforgiving stone. A damp, stagnant air filled the room, the pungent scent of mildew mixing with something metallic, like blood, so thick I could almost taste it.Blood.My breath hitched. No. I couldn’t be. I was not in my apartment anymore. This place, wherever it was, was far from anything familiar. Every instinct screamed at me to wake up, to get the hell out, but I couldn’t move. I struggled, feeling the sharp bite of rope against my wrists, my hands bound behind my back, my ankles tied with something rough and unyielding.I wasn’t just trapped.I was captured.My heart beat faster, panic clawing its way up my chest, but I fought to stay still, to remain aware of my surroundings. The darkness clung to the room
Chapter 12: The Heir and the Lie Xander The storm outside lashed against the Sinclair estate, a howling tempest that mirrored the chaos unraveling within me. The rain lashed against the windows, its pounding rhythm competing with the thundering beat of my heart. It felt as if the heavens themselves were trying to tear the world apart, but the storm outside was nothing compared to the fire burning inside my chest. I could feel it—something was wrong. My boots echoed ominously across the marble floors of the manor, the hollow thuds of my steps a harsh reminder of the gravity of the situation. The heavy scent of burning wood and aged whiskey clung to the air, mixing with the ever-present musk of the estate’s old stone walls. But the warmth of the roaring fire failed to reach me. The cold had seeped into my bones, and no amount of physical heat could combat the icy fury churning in my veins. Amara was gone. Vanished. The guards hadn’t seen her. The staff was clueless. Her room was
Chapter 13: The Unseen PathXanderThe air in the mansion was heavy with the weight of history—old grudges and power struggles stretching across generations. My footsteps echoed against the cold stone as I followed Amara down the dimly lit corridor, my wolf stirring uneasily within me.Where had she been?There were no marks on her—no sign of struggle. She seemed fine, yet the blood… the blood had been hers. I couldn’t shake the thought.Amara’s presence was a contradiction—calm yet calculated, distant yet sharp-edged. She moved with precision, without hesitation, her posture betraying no hint of vulnerability. It was as though she had simply stepped away for a while, vanishing into thin air.She wasn’t here as my fated mate. She wasn’t mine.She was here because we had a contract. A deal that would ensure we both came out on top.A contract built on revenge, betrayal, and one thing we both shared—our hatred for Derek and the woman who had chosen him over me.My grandmother.At the en
Chapter 51: No longer AloneAmaraThe flames still crackled behind me, their heat licking at my raw, blistered skin, but I didn’t flinch. I wouldn’t give them the satisfaction. The Elders had bowed. The warriors had lowered their heads. The fire had accepted me. And yet, none of that mattered as much as the emptiness blooming in my chest.They had seen what they needed to see—a Luna forged in agony. But I wasn’t thinking about ceremony or power or acceptance. I was thinking about the searing pain pulsing through every nerve, the tremble I refused to let show, and the eyes I felt watching me from the shadows beyond the ceremonial circle.Xander.He was there before I even called for him.Strong arms wrapped around me, careful not to touch the scorched skin of my legs. His scent hit me—earth, cedar, storm. Familiar. Safe. He lifted me like I weighed nothing, as if I weren’t the woman who had just walked through fire to prove herself worthy. As if I were something fragile he couldn't bea
Chapter 50: The Fire Beneath the CrownAmara,The council chamber reeked of old smoke and older blood. It clung to the stone walls like a ghost of wars long past. A wide circle of jagged granite surrounded the sunken pit in the center—a relic from the days when Alphas fought with claw and fang beneath the moonlight, when titles were earned not by politics but by combat.Now, that pit bore no fresh blood. Only words were flung here, but make no mistake—the wounds cut just as deep.I stood alone on the upper platform, spine straight, shoulders squared, hands relaxed at my sides. Not clenched. Not trembling. Not submissive.Not afraid.They hadn’t expected me to come. I saw it in their eyes, felt it in the uneasy glances cast between their robes. They expected I would cower behind Xander’s title, let him speak for me, hide in the shadow of his power like some fragile decoration unworthy of the crown.They thought the Luna was still that broken girl—rejected, cast out, crawling through th
Chapter 48Amara – The Weight of WantThe moonlight poured through the high windows like a silent witness, casting ghostly patterns across the stone floor of the Luna’s chamber. Shadows shifted, long and reaching, echoing the unrest in my soul. The fire in the hearth remained unlit. I didn’t need it tonight. The cold had become a strange sort of comfort—a punishment, maybe. Or a reminder that the warmth I truly craved wasn’t something flames could offer.It came from him.From Xander.I stood at the window, fingers curled around the heavy velvet curtain, staring down at the empty training grounds. Hours ago, they were filled with the sounds of battle cries, steel meeting steel, the dull thud of fists against flesh. Now, silence reigned. But I still saw him there, moving like the storm that carved mountains, like a beast born from fury and discipline. Relentless. Unyielding. Terrifyingly beautiful.Alpha.And, by every contract inked in blood and ambition—mine.A chill crept through th
Chapter 47: The WinXANDERI waited in the far corner of the war room, where shadows stretched long beneath the ancient beams and the air still smelled of iron and ash. The others had long since left—Elders, warriors, advisors—all filing out after the meeting concluded. Now it was just me, the dying fire, and the heavy silence that seemed to press against my spine like a blade.I didn’t sit. I couldn't. My muscles were too tight, too wired. The wolf inside me stirred, restless, agitated by the storm I knew was coming.The creak of the door behind me sliced through the silence.I didn’t need to turn. I knew who it was.Derek.His scent reached me before his footsteps did—bitter, tense, tinged with the unmistakable undertone of regret. A scent I never thought I’d associate with my brother. He was the golden heir, the chosen one. Regret didn’t fit him—until now.He didn’t speak as he stepped fully into the room. The click of the door shutting echoed like a warning.Still, I didn’t look a
Chapter 47: The DefeatDEREKThe weight of defeat was heavier than any wound I'd ever taken in battle—and the battlefield had never been kind to me. Scars ran across my skin like old stories, but none of them hurt like this.I paced the length of my room, each step landing hard on the cold marble floor. The space felt smaller than usual, suffocating, as if the walls themselves were ashamed to witness my humiliation. Every breath I took came out sharp, heavy, like I was choking on the air that had once belonged to a victor. My fists opened and closed at my sides, aching for release—anything to take the edge off the frustration building beneath my skin like wildfire.But nothing helped. Nothing could fix what had happened out there. Nothing could undo the moment I looked into her eyes and knew—I’d lost.Amara.The woman fate gave me and I turned away.My fated mate.My mistake.My downfall.She hadn’t just bested me in combat. She’d dismantled the very image I’d spent years building: D
Chapter 46: The Taste of VictoryAmara – Crescent Moon Pack, Hall of TriumphThe echo of the crowd still thundered in my ears long after I stepped out of the arena. The stone walls of the Hall of Triumph caught and amplified the remnants of their cheers, twisting them into something almost sacred. I walked with purpose, my chin held high, the dust of the battlefield still clinging to my skin. Every step felt like a reclamation of power—my power. And for the first time in a long time, I didn’t feel like a survivor.I felt like a victor.I had faced the council. I had faced Derek. I had faced the ghosts of every moment I had been silenced, doubted, belittled—and I had conquered them. The weight of centuries of tradition hadn’t crushed me. I had broken it beneath my feet.Xander was at my side, his gaze proud and unwavering. He hadn’t said much since we left the arena, but his silence spoke volumes. His presence alone was grounding. The way he looked at me—it wasn’t just admiration. It w
Chapter 44:The Plot ContinuesLuna Susanne,The flicker of torchlight cast long shadows across the cold stone walls of the Council chamber as I made my way toward the exit. My footsteps echoed in the otherwise quiet hall, the sound reminding me of how alone I truly was in this. Alone, but not powerless.The Council was still buzzing in the aftermath of the challenge. Amara had won, but it hadn’t been a fair fight. It hadn’t been a fight at all. She had used her cunning, her manipulation, to bend the rules in her favor. And now, she was basking in her hollow victory, thinking she had secured her place at the top. She couldn’t be more wrong.Outside, the moon hung high, casting its pale glow over the land. The night felt strangely quiet, as if the pack itself was holding its breath. I could almost feel Amara’s presence from here, the pull of her ill-gotten power—but it didn’t intimidate me. In fact, the longer I thought about it, the more her rise felt like the beginning of the end, a p
Chapter 44: Plot to Take overLuna Sunnane – Crescent Moon Pack, Council ChamberThe room was cold, the shadows stretching longer as the sun dipped below the horizon. The large oak table at the center of the council chamber was darkened with the weight of the decisions that had been made within its walls. The tension in the air was thick, like the scent of blood after a battle. I leaned against the stone wall, my arms crossed over my chest, glaring at the scene before me. The voices of the elders, once full of reverence and power, now felt like an incessant hum in my ears.Amara had done it. She had won. And it had been a disaster. A complete mockery of everything we’d worked for, everything we’d sacrificed to keep the pack under control. She had no right. No rightful place. She was nothing but a rogue with a death wish, and yet the pack had let her seize the one thing that had always been ours—power.The Council had spoken, but they had been weak. They had caved under the pressure of
Chapter 42: Reign of Ashes Xander, The clash of steel against steel echoed through the arena, reverberating against the stone walls, each strike a testament to the raw fury that both Amara and Derek poured into the battle. The arena had become their battleground, the place where destinies were rewritten, and every movement mattered. The air was thick with tension, crackling with the force of their struggle, as the crowd held its collective breath, waiting for the inevitable conclusion. Amara moved with an effortless grace, her body flowing like liquid as she evaded Derek’s strikes. Every movement was a calculated maneuver, every step a part of a larger strategy. Her eyes never left Derek’s, a fire burning behind them that spoke of her unwavering determination. She wasn’t just fighting for her life—she was fighting for something far greater, something more intangible but no less vital. She was fighting for her freedom. Derek, for all his arrogance, was not a fool. He knew what was