LOGINIn the new world order, humans are nothing but property. Omegas, wolves, and rogues rank higher, leaving humans powerless, destined for collar and chain. She grows up knowing this, but hopes for mercy when her turn comes—a gentle Alpha, a kind Luna, someone who will put her to work but leave her body her own. On the night of her auction, hope dies. She is purchased by Caelan Black, Alpha of the feared Ironfang Pack. Cold, violent, and legendary for his cruelty, Caelan doesn’t buy humans for labor—he buys them for heirs. From the first night, he makes it clear: she is not his mate. She is not his Luna. She is his breeding pet—a body to keep in his bed until she bears his pups. Collared and caged, she fights him, refusing to bend. But Caelan is patient in his cruelty, teaching her submission with hands, mouth, and punishing nights that leave her trembling yet craving more. Soon, her body betrays her. Desire coils through her veins, and in his eyes, she begins to see something more dangerous than lust—possession. When rival Alphas discover Caelan has bonded with a human, they see weakness. They come for her, threatening to steal his breeder and expose him as unfit to rule. Blood is spilled, war ignites, and in the chaos, she realizes the truth: she is no longer just his pet. She is his obsession, his weakness, his ruin. And when the Goddess herself tests their bond, she must decide—remain the breeder he bought her as… or claim her place as the Luna he swore she could never be.
View More**ARIA'S POV** My footsteps echoed too loudly against the stone. I kept my arms wrapped around myself as I walked, trying to hold the pieces together. The corridors stretched endlessly ahead, torches casting shadows that jumped and twisted along the walls. The blade. The blood. Caelan's eyes going cold. My breath hitched. Stop thinking about it. But I couldn't. Every time I blinked, I saw that silver edge cutting through fabric and skin. Saw the thin line of red spreading across his robes. Felt the terror that had locked my body in place while chaos erupted around me. He'd almost died. Right there in front of me. My hands trembled. I pressed them harder against my sides. A guard passed me in the corridor, his eyes sliding over me without acknowledgment before he moved on. Two more stood at the intersection ahead, their postures rigid, hands resting on sword hilts. They were everywhere now. I turned down a different corridor, one that should lead back to Caelan's chambers.
**CAELAN'S POV** "Everyone out." My voice cut through the chaos like a blade through flesh. The effect was immediate as the guards began to usher people out of the hall. They knew better than to linger when I gave that order. The grand hall was emptying within seconds. People pressed toward the exits in a controlled flood, voices reduced to frightened murmurs. But one person didn't rush. Lysandra.She strolled out like she owned the place, her crimson dress flowing around her with deliberate grace. She looked suspiciously calm. She paused at the doorway, turning back just long enough to cast a glance across the hall. Not at me. At Aria. Something passed between them, something smug and knowing that made my jaw tighten. Then Lysandra disappeared through the doors. Everything about Lysandra's behavior tonight required examination. I would deal with that later. Jittery movement caught my attention. Aria was moving toward the nearest exit, her hands clasped tightly togeth
**ARIA'S POV** The grand hall was alive with sound, but it felt like drowning. "Go sit there," the maid ordered, pointing at the elevated platform. I obeyed, not because I wanted to, but because what else could I do? I sat beside Caelan's throne, feeling like prey displayed on a platform. The dress they'd given me clung to every curve, rich fabric that made me feel wrapped and presented. My hair had been arranged in waves over my bare shoulders. I could be classified as property dressed as decoration at that point. My hands stayed folded in my lap to hide the shaking. My spine stayed straight even though I wanted to curl into myself and vanish. Wolves stared openly at me. Some stared with curiosity, while others didn't even bother hiding the contempt in their eyes. I noticed a few look at me with hunger that made my stomach twist. The feast had started without Caelan, tables groaning under roasted meats and fruits. Wine flowed constantly, servants moving like shadows to refi
**ARIA'S POV** I sat frozen at the table, my hands gripping the edge so hard my knuckles went white. The words still hung in the air between us, sharp and cutting. Lysandra stood a few tables away, her expression smug and satisfied. The wolves around her were smirking, clearly enjoying the way she mocked me. Anger surged through me, hot and sudden, burning straight through the embarrassment clawing at my chest. I wouldn't take that, especially not from her. I pushed my chair back and stood, the scraping sound loud in the suddenly tense hall. "Don't you dare insult me," I said, my voice stronger than I felt. Lysandra's eyes widened briefly in surprise before her smirk returned. "Or what? You'll run away again? Oh wait, that didn't work out so well for you, did it?" Laughter rippled through all the wolves at the table. My face burned but I refused to sit back down. "I'm not afraid of you." "You should be," Lysandra said, taking a step closer. "You're nothing here.
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