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The city glimmered under the dusk, the skyline of Lunaris painted in crimson and silver hues as the blood moon began to rise. I stood in front of the mirror, smoothing the lapels of the blazer Vivia had lent me. It wasn’t new, but it made me look like someone who belonged, like a woman who knew what she wanted, not one who’d crawled here with a broken past and a stolen child. My reflection looked composed, but my stomach was a storm. “You look like a future lawyer,” Vivia said from the doorway, her grin wide and proud. I smiled faintly. “Let’s hope I act like one too.” “Just remember to keep your head down, your words should be measured, and for the love of the moon, don’t argue with any Alphas tonight.” “I’ll be on my best behavior,” I promised, grabbing my small bag. The orientation was being held at a grand Hall, a domed structure at the heart of the university, where marble pillars rose like white fangs toward the heavens. When I stepped inside, I was greeted by the soft hum of hundreds of voices and the faint scent of wolf musk, power, and perfume. The hall was filled with newly admitted students, all eager, nervous, and maybe hopeful. At the front, a raised platform stretched beneath a massive moon sigil carved into the wall. And at that table… sat four men whose mere presence shifted the air. The Alphas. Even from a distance, their power was palpable. Alpha Ares of Crimson Fang, the one I had one hell of an encounter with, sat majestically. His presence was iron and thunder, his suit perfectly tailored, his gaze sharp enough to cut through steel. Next to him sat Alpha Gunner of Iron Claw, a wild, smirking flame of a man with a scar running from his jaw to his neck. Alpha Kai of Shadow Veil radiated intellect and cold precision, his glasses gleaming as he reviewed a document. And finally, Alpha Finn of Nightfang, lounging back with a lazy charm that failed to mask the feral gleam in his eyes. I froze for half a breath when my gaze brushed over Ares. Even across the room, my wolf stirred, restless beneath my skin. I forced her back down. Not here please, I promised Vivia to behave. I slipped into a seat near the back, thankful that the dim lighting and the crowd hid me well. The speeches began and the dean spoke of honor, law, and unity between packs. Then Ares took the podium. The sound of his voice was like a thunder roll, steady, commanding, with every word laced with power. “Lunaris stands as a city where every wolf coexists under the same laws. But never forget that the law is only as strong as those who defend it.” The crowd erupted in applause. I couldn’t look away. Even as fear twisted through me, something else, like a magnetic pull, held me still. When the orientation ended, I exhaled a sigh of relief, slipping through the crowd before anyone could notice me. I made it outside, out into the cool night air, where the city had come alive for a festival I hadn’t known about. “Blood Moon Night,” a vendor explained as I passed. “It’s tradition. Every pack celebrates when the moon turns red as it marks renewal, power, and even destiny.” The words made my stomach tighten. Destiny, what a funny word. Lanterns lined the streets, casting ruby light over laughing faces and swirling dancers. Music pulsed through the air, rhythmic and primal. I walked through it like a ghost, letting the crowd swallow me whole, hoping to lose myself for a little while. But somewhere between the drumbeats and the laughter, I realized I was lost. The streets curved, and my phone lost signal. I turned a corner and froze. Because there, in the open courtyard framed by blood-red lanterns, stood Alpha Ares. He wasn’t alone. Three figures emerged from the crowd almost in unison; Kai, Gunner, and Finn. The four Alphas of Lunaris City stood together in front of me. The air thickened, charged with something dangerous. My breath caught, I didn’t know whether I should bow or just greet. Ares’s gaze locked onto mine instantly, his eyes narrowing. Kai stilled beside him, his nostrils flaring as if catching a scent. Gunner’s smirk faded, replaced by a flicker of confusion. Finn tilted his head, his expression unreadable. And then it happened. The world seemed to hold its breath as the night wind carried my scent to them. I felt it too, a spark like lightning tearing through my chest. My wolf roared awake, fierce and alive, pressing against my skin with trembling urgency. Mates! Not one, but four of them. I stumbled back, shaking my head. “No. No, this can’t be happening.” Ares took a step forward, his eyes glowing faintly under the blood moon. “You are mated to us.” Kai’s voice was low, controlled, but heavy with disbelief. “That’s impossible.” Gunner laughed, though it was hollow, shocked. “Four bonds…? That’s…” “… not supposed to exist,” Finn finished quietly, his gaze burning into mine. My pulse raced. My wolf was howling, clawing to reach them, but I wanted to run. “This is a mistake,” I said quickly, my voice trembling. “You’re mistaken. I’m not your mate.” “You are,” Ares interrupted, stepping closer. “Our wolves recognize you. The bond doesn’t lie.” My knees went weak. I could feel it, the threads of energy stretching from each of them to me, invisible cords pulsing with life. My wolf shuddered, her soft purrs echoing in my mind. “No!” I gasped. “I don’t want this. I didn’t ask for this.” Gunner’s eyes softened, though his grin remained faint. “Nobody asks for fate, sweetheart. It just happens.” Kai adjusted his glasses, his expression unreadable but his tone sincere. “There must be a reason why you were chosen for this fate.” Their words made me dizzy. “You’re all insane.” Ares’s jaw tightened. “You think this is something we want?” His power rippled through the air, but behind it was something raw, something that sounded dangerously like fear. “Four Alphas tied to one woman. It defies every law, every bond we’ve ever known.” “Then break it,” I whispered. “I don’t want this. I just want my life back.” Ares looked at me for a long moment, then shook his head slowly. “You can’t unmake what the Moon has chosen.” The air pulsed again, and this time it was Finn who spoke, his voice softer, almost reverent. “No matter what you think, you’re not alone anymore. And you never will be again.” Each of them stepped forward in turn, their eyes glowing faintly beneath the blood moon. As one, they spoke words that made my heart lurch and my wolf tremble. “We pledge allegiance to our mate. To guard, to protect, and to endure until the Moon herself fades.” The blood moon glowed brighter, casting us all in a crimson halo. Tears stung my eyes as I stumbled back, shaking my head. “No… no, please… I didn’t ask for this.” Ares reached out, his hand hovering near mine, the bond humming violently between us. “You can run from it,” he said quietly, “but destiny always finds its way home.” And under that haunting red light, surrounded by the four most powerful Alphas in Lunaris City, I realized something terrible and inescapable; I had just run straight into the destiny I thought I’d escaped.ZORYAThe bond screamed before the alarm ever did.It wasn’t pain at first. It was absence—a sudden, hollow quiet where Vivia’s bright, chaotic presence should have been. I was standing in the council antechamber when it hit me, breath stuttering, fingers curling into my palm as if I could grab the sensation and drag it back.“No,” I whispered.Ares was at my side instantly. “Zorya.”“She’s gone,” I said, voice shaking despite myself. “Vivia’s gone.”The air changed.Gunner’s shoulders locked, every muscle going rigid like a coiled weapon. Finn’s usual grin vanished so completely it frightened me more than his anger ever could. Kai didn’t move at all—but the mental bridge he maintained with the city flared, information rippling outward as he searched.Too late.I felt it then. A familiar pressure at the edge of my thoughts. Silk-wrapped iron.Zorya.Kaelen’s voice slid into my mind like a blade slipping between ribs.I staggered, Ares catching me before I hit the marble floor. Rage su
ZORYAI let my body go slack on purpose.That was the first lie.The second was the way my breath stuttered, shallow and uneven, as if the ritual had finally hollowed me out. I let my head roll against Ares’s chest, let my weight sag fully into him, trusted him to understand without words.For a heartbeat—just one—I felt panic ripple through the bond.Then stillness.Ares caught it first. Not fear. Not grief.Calculation.Kaelen mistook that stillness for defeat.He laughed softly, the sound echoing through the ruined chamber like glass chimes breaking. “There it is,” he said, satisfaction curling every syllable. “The end of resistance. The body always gives up before the will, but in the end—”He stepped closer.Closer than he had any right to be.I felt his magic probe me, cautious now, tasting the bond the way a predator tests a wound. He expected chaos. Fracture. A shattered conduit he could reassemble at leisure.Instead, he found quiet.A void.And he mistook it for emptiness.“
ZORYAThe first thing I felt was the change in Ares.Not the heat—he was always heat, always fire and iron and command—but the absence of it.The pressure he kept on the bond, the constant, unconscious pull of an Alpha who had been born to lead and never taught how to loosen his grip… it eased.I gasped, not because it hurt, but because it startled me.Ares—His presence didn’t retreat. That was the terrifying part. He didn’t pull away.He opened.I felt it like a door unlatched in my chest. Like armor being set down piece by piece. His power, once coiled tight and ready to strike, spread outward instead—wide, steady, offering rather than claiming.For the first time since I’d known him, Ares wasn’t holding me upright.He was trusting me not to fall.I turned toward him, still bound in the circle of the ritual, sigils glowing weakly now as Kai’s bridge stabilized and Gunner’s anchoring held. Ares stood directly across from me, shoulders squared, jaw clenched so tight I could hear his
ZORYAKai went still.Not the rigid stillness of fear, or the coiled stillness of violence—but the deep, deliberate quiet that came when a mind decided to become a doorway.I felt it before I saw it. The bond changed texture, like water settling after a storm. Gunner’s raw strength still burned at my back, Ares’s fury simmered like a sun barely contained, Finn’s balance shimmered on the edge of laughter and grief—but Kai… Kai smoothed the chaos into something breathable.“Kai,” I whispered, my voice threaded thin through pain and power. “What are you doing?”His eyes lifted to mine, dark and unblinking. There was no fear in them. Only intention.“Building a bridge,” he said quietly. “Stay with me.”Kaelen laughed under his breath, the sound sharp and disbelieving. “You think control will save you now? This ritual feeds on fracture.”“It feeds on isolation,” Kai corrected, his tone mild. Dangerous. “You made one mistake, Kaelen. You assumed she could only be used as a conduit.”The sig
ZORYAI felt Gunner before I saw him move.Not through sound or sight, but through the bond—through the way the air thickened, the way my wolf lifted her head as if something ancient had just stood up straight inside him.Kaelen was still on his knees, blood streaking his mouth, the remnants of the ritual circle smoking faintly around us. The blood moon hung overhead, swollen and cruel, casting everything in red that felt too intimate to be light. Finn’s fear had quieted, replaced by a steady, fragile equilibrium. Ares burned at my side like a drawn blade held in restraint. Kai’s presence wrapped us all together, calm but taut, as if he were holding the world together with his bare hands.And Gunner—Gunner stepped forward.He didn’t roar. He didn’t threaten. He didn’t bare his teeth.He knelt.The sight hit me harder than any violence ever could have.Gunner, who had always been the wall. The body between danger and the people he loved. The Alpha who solved problems with force becaus
ZORYAThe first thing I felt was Finn.Not his voice—his presence. A tightening in the bond that didn’t burn like Ares’s rage or brace like Gunner’s iron resolve or steady like Kai’s calm. Finn came to me as hesitation turned sharp, as fear finally named itself.The ritual chamber was collapsing in slow, violent breaths. Stone screamed. Light howled. Kaelen had retreated to the outer ring, his control slipping with every second, but he was still feeding the lattice—still trying to bend it back into his design.And Finn was shaking.Not physically. Finn never showed it that way. He shook in the place where doubt lived.I can’t anchor this, he whispered through the bond, voice fractured by the roar of power. I’m not built like them. I’m not dominant enough. I don’t command—Stop, I said, forcing the bond open wider, pulling him closer even as pain flared through my spine. Listen to me.But Finn wasn’t listening to me.He was listening to every failure he had ever cataloged in silence.I







