LOGINJason's pov
I knew trouble had found me the moment I saw the girl in the forest. Not because she was hurt. Not because she was alone. But because she carried a name that could destroy everything I had left. I stood by the window of my study now, staring at the same forest where I had pulled her from the cold ground. Aria Moon. The name tasted like fire in my mouth. My hands curled slowly into fists. I tried to breathe, to stay calm, but the storm inside me refused to settle. I could still see her lying there—weak, shaking, barely conscious. At first, she looked like just another runaway. But the second she whispered her name… my whole world cracked open. The daughter of Alpha Kian Moon. The man who took everything from me—my home, my peace, and my family. My brother Liam never made it back after the Silver Claw attack five years ago. We were captured together. We suffered together. And I watched him slowly fade away under the weight of fear, hunger, and pain. I could never forget his quiet voice saying, “Jason… don’t give up,” even when he could barely breathe. And now his enemy’s daughter was sleeping under my roof. I turned away from the window and poured myself a glass of water. My reflection in the glass looked like a stranger—tired eyes, tight jaw, face carved with old wounds no one could see. I was Alpha. I wasn’t supposed to break. But tonight, my hands trembled. A knock came at the door. “Come in,” I said. Draven stepped inside—my Beta, my closest friend. He had sharp eyes, a deep scar across his cheek, and a voice that never hid the truth. “She’s awake,” he said quietly. “And she’s asking for you.” I didn’t look at him right away. I stared into the fire burning beside me, watching the flames dance like ghosts. Draven stepped closer. “Jason… you’re sure it’s her?” “Yes.” He let out a low breath. “Then what are we doing? She’s the daughter of our worst enemy. You should’ve let the patrols handle her.” I shook my head slowly. “I don’t leave a dying girl in the woods. I’m not him.” Draven’s jaw tightened. “That girl brings danger. If anyone finds out she’s here—” “They won’t,” I said sharply. His eyes narrowed. “You’re keeping her?” “For now.” “As a prisoner?” I didn’t answer. Because I didn’t even know what I wanted from her. Maybe answers. Maybe revenge. Maybe the truth I’d been running from for years. Or maybe… something I didn’t want to name yet. Draven watched me, searching my face. “Be careful, Jason. The past has sharp teeth.” When he left, silence filled the room again. I reached for my phone. There were only two people I could talk to—my brothers, Ivar and Alaric. The only family I had left. I called Ivar first. He answered at once. “Jason? What happened?” “I found someone.” “Who?” “Aria Moon.” The line went dead quiet. Then—“Wait. That Aria Moon? The enemy’s daughter?” “Yes.” He cursed under his breath. “You’re sure? Her father—” “I know.” “He took our parents. He took Liam. And now his daughter is in your house?” I closed my eyes. “I found her half-dead. I couldn’t leave her.” “So what now?” he demanded. “You’re helping her? Protecting her? Jason, that girl is nothing but trouble.” Before I could answer, Alaric’s voice joined the call—soft but serious. “Aria Moon? I thought she died after being banished.” “She’s alive,” I said. “Barely.” Silence again. Then Ivar said, “Jason… don’t tell me you feel anything for her.” I opened my mouth—but no words came out. Because the truth was still too dangerous to admit. Ivar continued, “Jason, you’re letting your heart confuse you. That girl’s bloodline is cursed. She’ll ruin everything.” I rubbed my forehead. “I just want to hear her side.” Alaric spoke quietly. “Ivar… wait. What if the Moon Goddess is doing something? What if she’s his—” “Don’t,” Ivar snapped. But I froze. Because I knew what Alaric was about to say. “What if she’s his mate?” Alaric whispered. My breath disappeared. My wolf rose inside me like a storm, pressing against my skin, stirring in a way he hadn’t moved for months. No. No. No. The moment I touched her in the forest… something had happened. A pull. A spark. A heat under my skin I couldn’t explain. But it couldn’t be. It shouldn’t be. “She can’t be,” I said aloud, but my voice shook. My wolf growled a single word in my head. Mate. I lurched to my feet, heart racing. The chair scraped loudly across the floor. “This is a mistake,” I whispered. “The Goddess wouldn’t do this to me.” Would she? I didn’t hear my brothers calling my name through the phone anymore. Their voices faded, like echoes far away. Because at that moment, I felt something. A soft knock at the door. I turned slowly. The door opened. And there she stood—Aria Moon—pale, trembling, wrapped in my jacket like it was the only thing keeping her alive. “Alpha Jason,” she whispered. “I… I think something’s wrong with me.” Her eyes shimmered with a faint silver glow. And in my head, my wolf roared with a truth that shattered everything: Mate.The cage had grown colder than it had been before. I could feel the chill crawling under my skin, wrapping around my bones, and the iron biting into my fingers every time I touched the bars. Hours had passed—or maybe it had been days. Time had lost its meaning inside this dark, silent place. My stomach grumbled faintly, but I did not care. Hunger was small compared to the weight pressing on my chest. My thoughts would not leave Jason.I had survived so much. I had faced death countless times, survived my uncle Leon’s cruelty, and I had claimed my place as Alpha of Silver Claw. I had stood over enemies, burned rituals, survived Red Moon nights, and yet here I was—caged again, powerless in the hands of someone who wanted to see me broken.And still, my mind kept returning to him. Jason. My former mate, my heart, my storm and calm in one. I could still feel the warmth of his hands, the thunder of his voice, the way he had looked at me with confusion, with something more that even he coul
Cold.That was the first thing I felt.Cold iron under my fingers. Cold stone under my feet. Cold air crawling over my skin like it hated me.I opened my eyes slowly.Bars.Iron bars.A cage.My heart dropped so fast it felt like it shattered inside my chest.“No… no, no, no…” I whispered.I pushed myself up and grabbed the bars. They were real. Solid. Cold.“Ahh… not again,” I breathed. “Not again…”My voice shook. My hands shook. My whole body felt weak, like the strength had been drained out of me while I slept.It hadn’t been that long.It hadn’t been that long since I escaped my uncle.Alpha Leon.The man who called himself my guardian but treated me like a tool. Like an object. Like a sacrifice waiting for the right night to die.I had survived him.I had survived the chains.The altar.The pain.So why was I here again?Why did fate keep dragging me back into cages?I slid down until my ba
Jason stared at me for a long time.Not like an Alpha looking at an enemy.Not like a man looking at prey.He stared like someone trying to remember a dream after waking up.His red eyes slowly dimmed, turning darker, confused. His hands were shaking. His chest rose and fell hard, like breathing hurt him.“I don’t know who you are,” he finally said.His voice was low. Broken.“I don’t know if what you’re saying is true,” he continued. “But tell me this…”He looked straight at me.“Why can’t I hurt you?” he asked. “What have you done to me?”The words cut deep.I swallowed, my throat tight.I stood slowly, even though my legs were weak. The ground was still cracked beneath my feet from the Blood Prophet’s magic. Smoke and dust hung in the air. My pack was frozen behind me. His army stood in a dark circle around us.And still, all I could see was Jason.“I didn’t do anything,” I said softly.My voice trembled, but I did not look away.“I didn’t cast a spell. I didn’t take your memories.
Jason’s hands closed around me.They were strong.Too strong.He lifted me from the ground like I weighed nothing. My feet dangled in the air. The world tilted, and the sky above the battlefield spun.His eyes were red.Not angry red.Empty red.Blood-hungry red.I could feel it.He was not fully here.My warriors screamed.“Alpha!”Rowan shifted first. His wolf burst forward, huge and fast. Brik followed. Then Taro. Then more of them. They ran at Jason to save me.Before they could reach us, the Blood Prophet slammed his staff into the ground.The earth shook.Dark power spread like smoke.My warriors were thrown back like broken dolls. Some hit the ground hard. Some cried out in pain. Others could not move at all.“Insects,” the Blood Prophet said calmly.I screamed.“Leave them alone!”Jason did not look at them.He only looked at me.His grip tightened around my throat.I struggled to breathe.My hands weakly held his wrists, but it was useless.“So easy,” the Blood Prophet said.
The silence did not last long.The Blood Prophet lifted his hands slowly, like a man about to pray. The air around him began to move. Not wind. Not sound. Something heavier.Jason was still standing in front of me.Protecting me.But the Prophet smiled.“Alpha Jason,” he said softly, “do you know who stands behind you?”Jason did not answer.“Do you know what she truly is?”I felt a cold fear crawl into my chest.“Stop,” I said.The Blood Prophet ignored me.“She is not a savior,” he continued, his voice smooth like poison. “She is a curse wearing a crown.”He raised his hands higher.Symbols appeared again, brighter this time. Red and black shapes twisting in the air, like living things.Jason stiffened.Then he dropped to his knees.The sound of it hit me harder than any blow.“Jason!” I shouted.He screamed.Not a roar.Not a growl.A scream filled with pain.He grabbed his head, his fingers d
The wind moved slowly between us.I stood alone in the open field, the space between two armies feeling too wide and too small at the same time. Behind me was Silver Claw. My home. My people. In front of me stood the Blood Moon Pack, their numbers dark and endless.The Blood Prophet stepped forward.Every step he took made the ground feel colder.He lifted his hood just enough for me to see part of his face. His skin looked old. Not wrinkled—old in a deeper way. Like time itself had passed through him and left marks behind. His eyes were dark red, not glowing, but deep, like blood left too long in the dark.“So,” he said calmly, his voice smooth and heavy, “the Red Moon Alpha offers herself.”I did not bow.I did not step back.“Yes,” I said. “That is why you are here.”He smiled slightly. “You misunderstand.”My fingers curled at my side.“We did not come only for you,” he continued. “We came for your pack as well.”A sharp sound of anger rose behind me. I felt it—my warriors shiftin







