LOGINThe howling wind of the Shadowfangs Pack sent chills down my spine as I stepped out of the sleek black SUV. The towering, fortress-like mansion loomed ahead, dark and unwelcoming, it's irregular peaks piercing the stormy sky. The pack lands were eerily silent, the thick pines around me swaying ominously in the wind.
I inhaled sharply, the wild, musky scent of this territory setting my nerves on edge. Alpha Darius emerged from the vehicle beside me, his imposing frame as commanding as ever.
“Welcome to Shadowfangs" he said, his deep voice smooth but heavy with dominance. “I trust you'll find your stay... memorable."
I kept my expression neutral, though my stomach churned uneasily.
“I'm sure I will" I replied evenly.
As we entered the massive hall, I couldn't ignore it’s grandeur. Gleaming black marble floors reflected the flickering light of crystal chandeliers, while mounted trophies of slain beasts lined the walls like silent threats. Pack members paused to eye me curiously, their whispers fading as Darius led me deeper into the mansion.
We reached his chambers at the top of a grand staircase—a private sanctum that screamed both luxury and menace. Dark wood and steel dominated the space, the centerpiece being a massive bed draped in crimson sheets.
My muscles tensed when the door closed behind us, the sharp click of the lock echoing in my ears.
“Relax" Darius said with a low chuckle, but his tone only heightened my unease.
Without warning, he stepped closer, brushing my hair aside to tilt my chin upward. His fingers grazed the pulse in my neck as he leaned in, inhaling deeply. A grin spread across his face, sending a chill through my body.
“Good to see your father didn’t lie" he murmured smoothly. “No mark. No mate."
I swallowed hard, praying he couldn’t sense the storm brewing inside me. What he didn’t know was that I did have a mate—a mate who wanted nothing to do with me.
Darius’s grin faltered as he studied me, his dark eyes narrowing.
“Interesting" he drawled, his breath ghosting against my cheek. “Tell me, Nevaeh... are you hiding something?"
I shook my head quickly, keeping my voice steady.
“No, Alpha."
“Good." His grin returned, sharper this time. “Then you'll have no objections to becoming my Luna." He chuckled darkly, his hand cupping my chin.
His eyes darkened as they roamed my face.
“You're a rare find, Nevaeh. Someone as unclaimed as you, with beauty like yours? A prize."
I flinched at the word. He noticed but didn’t care. His hand slid along my jaw, his thumb brushing my cheek with sickening familiarity.
“You’d make a fine Luna" he murmured, his breath dangerously close to my lips.
Every instinct screamed at me to act. Before he could close the distance, I shoved him back with all the strength I could muster.
“Don’t touch me!" I snapped.
Darius stumbled, his expression darkening with rage.
“You dare defy me?" he growled, grabbing my face roughly with one hand. His fingers dug into my skin, forcing me to meet his blazing eyes.
“You will become my Luna, and that is final!" he snarled. “Your place is here, right beside me, and you will learn to obey."
He leaned closer, his voice dropping to a venomous whisper.
“The sooner you accept your reality, the easier your stay will be."
With that, he released me and stormed out. The sharp click of the lock sealed my fate, leaving me alone with the crushing weight of what had just happened—and what was still to come.
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I sat stiffly on the edge of the plush armchair, staring at the plate of fruit Darius had placed on the table in front of me. The vibrant colors—red, yellow, green—seemed too bright, too cheerful. It was as if he were trying to force normalcy into an already suffocating situation.
Darius hovered nearby, his usual calm demeanor intact, but his gaze was sharp, studying me like a hawk. His unrelenting focus made my skin crawl.
“Go on, try it” he coaxed, his voice smooth—almost too smooth. “You’ll find it tastes better than you think.”
I didn’t move, still staring at the fruit as though it were a trap.
“I'm not in the mood" I replied calmly.
Darius sighed, a low, almost playful sound.
“I’ll admit, you’re hard to please” he mused, stepping closer with the plate still in hand. “But I’m not going to let you starve. Not while you’re here. Not while you’re mine.”
The words hit harder than I expected, like a slap. The possessiveness in his tone, the finality of his claim, settled in my chest like a weight. I swallowed the discomfort but couldn’t fully shake it.
“Your family will be here soon” Darius continued. “They’ll have to adjust to life here, just like you. But don’t worry. I’ll take care of them, Nevaeh. They’ll be safe—under my protection.”
My heart skipped at the mention of my family. The thought of them living in this place, under his rule, made my stomach twist.
“What do you mean, take care of them?” I asked, striving to keep my voice neutral, though a flicker of worry crept through. “You’re talking about my parents, aren’t you? They’ll never accept this.”
Darius’s lips twitched, but there was no humor in his eyes—only a glint of something darker.
“Your father already has. The rest don’t have a choice. I won’t give them one.”
I wanted to argue, to tell him my family wasn’t like that—that they would never bow to someone like him. But I bit my tongue. What good would it do? He already had my fate sealed, and I had no power to change it. Not yet, at least.
He placed the plate of fruit on the table between us and leaned in, just a little too close.
“What is it you want, deep down? You’ve fought me every step of the way, but you must know by now—resistance is futile.”
“I want nothing from you” I shot back, my tone steady despite the anger bubbling beneath the surface. “I want to leave. I want to be free.”
A slow smile crept across his face, but it didn’t reach his eyes.
“That’s not going to happen” he stated. “You’ll learn to accept your place. Eventually.”
I opened my mouth to retort, but before I could, a loud crash echoed from outside the room. My head snapped toward the door, my pulse racing. The sound was followed by angry, panicked shouts, then silence.
Darius tensed immediately, his expression hardening as a flicker of concern crossed his face.
“What the hell?” he muttered under his breath. He didn’t wait for an answer. Instead, he shot to his feet.
I rose too, hesitating for only a moment. Something was happening—something big. And I needed to know what it was.
“Stay here” he commanded before striding out.
But I didn’t stay. I couldn’t. Curiosity—or fear—pushed me forward, and I followed him into the hallway.
The chaos outside was overwhelming: shouts, hurried footsteps, and then the unmistakable thud of bodies hitting the ground.
I froze as I stepped into the corridor, my breath hitching. Darius’s bodyguards lay sprawled on the ground—dead. Every single one of them.
Standing in their midst, his eyes cold and burning with fury, was Kane.
A shiver ran down my spine. His dark clothes clung to his frame, his posture radiated danger, and he seemed completely unfazed by the carnage around him.
His gaze lifted, locking with mine.
Time stopped.
Darius’s breath hitched as he stepped forward, his jaw tight with barely concealed rage.
“What the hell do you think you’re doing?” he barked.
Kane didn’t flinch. His eyes remained fixed on me, a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips.
“Just cleaning up a mess” he replied, his voice calm, almost mocking.
I stood frozen, my heart pounding in my chest. Kane was here. In Shadowfangs. And he had killed Darius’s guards without hesitation.
“You don’t get to do this. This is my territory, Kane” Darius advanced, fists clenched.
Kane tilted his head, the smirk deepening.
“Do you know what happens to men who take what’s mine?” His voice was a low growl, a promise of violence.
I didn’t know what to think or feel. Kane had come for Darius because of me?
And I was caught in the middle of it all.
The candle has burned itself into a sad little pool of wax. I stopped counting hours a while ago. Time feels warped in this room, stretched thin and useless, like it knows better than to move forward. The raven has not moved from its perch on the table, red eyes fixed on me like I am the one who needs watching. Maybe I am.I keep shifting in the chair, trying to find a position that does not make my spine feel like it has been hammered flat. The wooden back digs into my shoulder blades every time I lean forward. I welcome the ache. Moving means looking away from her, and I cannot do that. Not even for a second.Nevaeh has not stirred since Elara left. Her breathing is still too quiet, too even, like she is practicing being gone. I have checked her pulse so many times my thumbprint is probably branded into the inside of her wrist. It is there. Slow. Stubborn. Like her. It refuses to disappear, no matter how much the rest of her seems to fade.The room smells of dying herbs, cold stone,
I don’t know how long I’ve been walking. The forest is wrong. The trees lean in too close, branches twisting like fingers that forgot how to let go. Fog clings to my ankles, cold and wet, and every time I take a step the ground feels softer than it should, like it’s breathing. I keep calling out, but my voice comes back thin, swallowed by the mist before it can travel far. “Kane?” Nothing. My throat is raw. My legs ache. I don’t remember how I got here, only that one moment I was floating in darkness, distant chants echoing somewhere far away, and the next I was falling through gray into this place. I wrap my arms around myself. The air smells like wet earth and something sweeter, almost like night-blooming jasmine. It should be comforting. It isn’t. I keep moving because standing still feels worse. The path, if you can call it that, narrows until I’m brushing leaves with my shoulders. Then it opens suddenly into a small clearing. Moonlight spills down through a gap in the can
The diner’s neon sign flickers outside like it’s on its last breath. I’ve been staring at the same cold french fry for twenty minutes, phone face down on the table like it personally betrayed me. No new messages. No missed calls. Just the same empty thread of texts I sent Nevaeh three days ago: “Are you alive?” “Blink twice if you need rescue.” “Seriously, I’m about to file a missing person report with your Funko Pop as evidence.” Nothing. I push the plate away. The waitress, same one who’s been here since I was sixteen, refills my coffee without asking. I murmur thanks and wrap my hands around the mug just for something warm to hold. The bell over the door jingles. I don’t need to look up to know who it is. That walk, confident, a little too swaggering, like he owns the cracked linoleum. Eldric slides into the booth across from me without asking. “You look like someone stole your last marshmallow” he remarks, stealing one of my fries. I don’t even fight him for it. “And you
The fog rolls in thicker as I wrap Nevaeh in the thickest blanket I can find from her room, a heavy wool thing that smells faintly of cedar from the closet. She is still out, her breathing steady but too damn shallow, like she is barely holding on. Four days. Elias poked and prodded, muttered about energy thresholds and bond overload, but nothing has changed. Her cheeks are hollower now, skin pale as milk. I cannot wait anymore. The pack doctor is out of his depth. This is goddess territory. Curse territory. Elara’s territory.I scoop her up carefully, one arm under her knees, the other supporting her back. She is light, too light, like the drain has already hollowed her out. I carry her down the back stairs, avoiding the main halls where pack eyes might catch us. Lyall meets me at the garage door, quiet, no questions, just hands me the keys to the old Jeep.The bike would not work for this. I thought about it for a second, the roar of the engine cutting through the woods like always,
Nevaeh’s head lolls against my shoulder as I carry her down the corridor, her body slack in a way that twists my stomach. She weighs almost nothing, but the way her arms hang loose, the way her breathing stays shallow and even, feels heavier than anything I have ever hauled.I do not stop to think. I just move.West wing. My rooms. The one place no one enters unless I order them in myself.The hallway stretches too long, boots cracking against marble like gunshots in the quiet morning. A couple of maids scurry out of sight when they catch my face. Smart.I kick the suite door open with the toe of my boot, step inside, and ease her onto the bed.The sheets are still tangled from last night. I did not sleep much. It does not matter. I pull the duvet over her legs anyway, careful not to jar the bruises I know are hidden beneath that green dress.Her face looks smaller against the dark pillowcase. Lips parted just enough to breathe. No color in her cheeks. No flutter beneath her eyelids.
The morning light hurts more than it should.I step into the dining hall just after dawn, the scent of fresh bread, butter melting on warm rolls, and coffee brewed dark and bitter hitting me like a slap. The long table stretches out, empty except for the end where Nevaeh always sits alone.She’s there now, back straight, fork moving in slow, measured arcs between her plate and her mouth. Today she’s chosen a high necked dress the color of deep green, sleeves tugged down to cover her wrists, collar buttoned to her throat. Hiding. The fabric is too heavy for late summer, but I know why. Beneath it, the bruises I left last night are spreading. Purple fingerprints blooming across her hips. Crescent gouges where my claws bit too deep before I pulled them back. The small split on her lower lip is scabbed over, dark against her pale skin. She moves carefully, like every shift of her body reminds her exactly where the pain lives.She doesn’t look up when I enter. Doesn’t startle. Doesn’t ackn
NEVAEHThe bed is too soft. Too warm. My sheets tangle around me like they’re trying to trap me in this restless sleep I can’t escape. I roll onto my side again, toss the pillow beneath my head, and stare at the ceiling, unable to corral my thoughts. Every time I close my eyes, the same nightmares
ELDRICI should keep walking.I tell myself that the moment I catch her scent—warm strawberries and something sharper underneath, like cinnamon and lightning. The kind of smell that makes my wolf stir, lifting his head for the first time in weeks.I slow down, steps light, blending into the crowd.
NEVAEH The aroma of freshly brewed tea and warm pastries fills the spacious dining hall. The morning sun filters through the grand windows, casting golden streaks across the dark mahogany table where Kane and I sit. My plate is stacked high with eggs, toast, and crispy bacon, while Kane’s remains
IANI sat across from my father, watching him lounge in his chair like a king on a damn throne, swirling his whiskey as if the world outside these walls wasn’t crumbling. As if his own daughter wasn’t being held captive.The sheer indifference on his face made my blood boil. I clenched my fists, for







