Chapter 2 -The rogue's Eyes

Racheal staggered back, heart thundering in her chest like a war drum. The mate bond with Alpha Kade was still pulsing inside her, hot and commanding, but now—now—there was another force. Something wild. Untamed. And terrifyingly magnetic.

Another bond.

“No,” she whispered, again. “That’s not possible.”

The air grew heavier. The howls of the ritual pack faded into the background as the scent hit her—smoky, earthy, laced with pine and danger. Her wolf surged to the surface, clawing for control, howling in recognition.

Kade stiffened beside her. He smelled it too.

“You feel that?” he growled, low and sharp. “Someone’s approaching.”

Racheal barely nodded. She didn’t want to believe it. The Moon Goddess only gave one mate. That was the law of their kind. One bond. One path. One destiny.

But the rules were already breaking.

Then he emerged.

From the treeline, a man stepped into the moonlight like he owned it. His dark hair was tousled, his olive skin streaked with dirt and blood like he’d run through hell to get here. His clothes were torn, his body scarred. And his eyes—those golden eyes—locked onto hers like a blade.

Alpha Jaxon Vale.

A rogue. An exile. And somehow, impossibly, the second man bound to her soul.

“Well, well,” he drawled, stopping just ten feet away. “Didn’t think I’d find you this soon, sweetheart.”

The bond hit her full force now—raw and electric. It wasn’t like Kade’s bond, which had wrapped around her like silk and steel. This one was different. It burned. It clawed. It wanted.

“You shouldn’t be here,” Kade snarled, stepping in front of her.

Jaxon tilted his head, amused. “You must be the fated one. The Moon’s little puppet.”

Racheal’s breath caught. The two alphas were radiating dominance, their auras crackling in the air like a storm waiting to break.

“I don’t answer to the Moon,” Jaxon continued, gaze still fixed on her. “I don’t care about the laws. I’m here because of her. And I always follow my instincts.”

Kade growled low in his throat. “You’re trespassing on sacred ground. Turn back now before I tear your lungs out.”

“You can try,” Jaxon said, voice calm but lethal. “But we both know she feels it too.”

Racheal stepped between them before the violence exploded. “Enough!”

Both alphas froze at her command. It shocked even her—how strong her voice sounded, how much weight it carried.

She looked from Kade to Jaxon, her chest rising and falling with shallow breaths. “This isn’t supposed to happen. This isn’t right.”

Jaxon’s expression softened. “No, it’s not. But here we are.”

Kade’s jaw clenched, muscles twitching as he stared at her. “Racheal… don’t let this happen. You know who you’re meant for.”

Her heart twisted. She didn’t know. Not anymore.

The Moon had chosen one.

But her wolf had answered two.

And in the dark stillness of the ritual ground, the impossible had just begun.