Chapter Four

Lena's Pov

It had been two weeks of my stay in the Silver Fang pack and it seemed more cruel than I had ever imagined.

I wanted to scream. No, I wanted to rip my ears off and toss them out the damn window. 

I hate this place.

The Silver Fang packhouse was cold, unwelcoming, and filled with wolves who either sneered at me or pretended I didn’t exist. But worst of all was the nightly torture coming from Alpha Kyler’s room.

I buried my head under the pillow, my entire body stiff with irritation. The walls of the Silver Fang packhouse were thick, but not thick enough to drown out the muffled sounds of pleasure seeping through Kyler’s door.

I clenched my nails tight with frustration,  my nails digging into the sheets as another breathy moan rang out, followed by a low, rumbling growl.

It sounded disgusting.

I sat up, glaring at the wall as if I could burn a hole through it with sheer hatred. Did Kyler have no shame? I  was stuck here, forced into this situation against my will, and he was parading his nightly activities like some kind of twisted power move.

Was he doing this on purpose?

I squeezed my eyes shut and tried to focus on anything else, but it was impossible. The rhythm, the gasps, the way his low, husky voice rumbled through the walls like a taunt. Three nights of lying awake, forced to endure the crude, shameless reminder of exactly what kind of man Alpha Kyler was.

A brute. A monster. A heartless bastard who didn’t give a damn that his so-called “mate” was stuck in this hellhole, miserable and sleep-deprived.

With a frustrated groan, I  kicked off the blanket and stormed toward the door, yanking it open. The hallway was dimly lit, empty except for the faint flickering of a candle on the far end. But the noise from his room was impossible to ignore.

I had had enough. I  stomped down the hall and slammed my fist against Kyler’s door, my breath in loud and unsteady gasps.

“Some of us are trying to sleep, you insufferable brute!” I yelled.

There was a thick silence which was followed by a deep and arrogant chuckle from Kyler.

The door creaked open just enough for me to see his face; smug, amused, and shirtless, his toned chest annoyingly perfect.

“Jealous, little omega?” His voice was a lazy drawl, teasing and cruel.

 My  cheeks burned with anger 

“Jealous? Of what? The fact that I can’t sleep because you treat this place like your personal brothel?”

Kyler leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed over his chest, his golden eyes gleaming in the dim light. “I don’t recall inviting you to eavesdrop.”

“Your moans are so loud” I shouted,  nearly choking on my frustration.

 “It’s impossible not to hear! Have some damn decency!”

He smirked. “If it bothers you so much, maybe you should sleep somewhere else.”

“Then let me go, allow me be” I protested, my voice echoing through the walls.

“You are sounding as though I brought myself here at the onset”.

He stared at me, a smirk plastered across his face.

“Then reject the mate bond” he mouthed, his voice almost inaudible.

I raised my hands to speak but was stopped by the loud growl of Anne, my wolf.

“Don't reject him, we need him to protect us, our destiny has been sealed with his.”

“I don't need anyone” I interact, bringing down my hands slowly. 

Not as someone as Ruthless as Alpha Kyler, he was already faltering our mate bond, cheating on me with his bedmate.

Maybe Anne was speaking out of a place of pain. She was heartbroken from how Alpha Damian treated us, she just needed consolation but I wasn't ready for that.

I wasn't ready to settle for less. How can the Moon Goddess be so heartless to give Alpha Kyler as my second-chance mate?

I  lifted my trembling hands, preparing to sever the mate bond. “I, Lena—”

But before I  could finish, a firm grip closed around my wrist.

“Stop,” a deep, authoritative voice commanded.

I  turned, startled to see Elder Elijah, the only elder who had accepted me since I arrived at the pack standing between us. 

His face was grave, his eyes gleaming with urgency.

Kyler’s expression darkened. “What is the meaning of this, Elder?”

Elijah exhaled, his gaze shifting between us

 “You cannot reject him, Lena. Your bond is not merely a matter of fate—it is bound by a curse.”

I froze in shock.

“A curse?”

Kyler’s jaw tightened. “What are you talking about?”

Elder Elijah stepped closer, lowering his voice. “A prophecy was written long before either of you were born. The moment Kyler rejected his first mate, the fates wove a second chance for him—but not one of mercy.” His eyes flickered with an eerie light. 

“This bond is a punishment… and a salvation.”

My breath hitched. “Punishment?”

Elder Elijah nodded. “For rejecting the first bond, Kyler was condemned to claim a mate not of his choosing but a mate tied to the moon’s will. That mate is you, Lena.” His voice dipped lower. “And if you reject him now, the consequences will be dire. For both of you.”

Kyler scoffed. “I don’t believe in old prophecies.”

Elijah’s eyes gleamed. “Then you are a fool.” 

He turned to me. “Rejecting him won’t just sever the bond—it will awaken something far worse. The darkness that cursed your bond is waiting for one of you to break it.”

My pulse quickened. “What do you mean?”

Elijah’s voice was solemn. “If you reject him, you will both die.” 

I gasped in shock, he looked at me and satisfied with my facial expression, he continued.

“I know how you feel, you feel as though you are being dragged from one mate to the other, your choices stripped off you but trust my words, you are the next Luna of this pack”. She assured me

Kyler cut her off immediately, “The both of you are just being delusional, the earlier you understand that I brought you here just to give me pups, the better for you”

“You can't be my Luna, Never!” He reiterated, his voice laced with finality.

I stood silent, trapped in a world with no choice of my own.