The Alpha's Lost Luna

Evren didn't let go of her right away. They stood longer than they should, water still dripping off him. Eira pressed her forehead into his chest again, right over his heart and he tightened his arm around her. "You smell like you were ready to kill someone," she said quietly. He huffed. "I was." "Anyone I know?" "No." She hummed, satisfied. She didn't need to ask more, she fit in, fit him without effort. "C'mon," he said, starting to pull her along and she poured planting her feet on the ground. He turned to her to arch a brow and she shrugged. "I have work, I need to wash clothes and clean Alpha's office." Evren snorted reaching down to rub the back of her neck in slow affection. The female crooned, enjoying the attention. "Your third in command needs his room cleaned." "And what will I tell the head maid?" She cocked her head and Evren rolled his eyes. "That your third in command requires your service." She simply laughed as they walked back to his quarters, his hand s

Two days in Embermoon pack and it was glaring that they were being held hostage. Alpha Ethan couldn't possibly and didn't care about Evren's feelings or emotions. He had given a simple command. Get married and make an heir. The omega mate could be kept as a concubine. In those two days, Evren was treated like royalty which often extended to Eira. He had been studying the pack, not because he was interested in it, but to find a way to escape with Eira. If he were alone, he would have gone berserk on all of them but he had Eira's safety to consider. Speaking of Eira, the small female's heat had started and she was cuddled up in their room, making a nest of her and his clothing. She had reluctantly let him out of bed when he begged her, telling her he just wanted to get food for her. By the time he left the room though, she was completely swallowed by the warm beddings. Evren made his way to the pack kitchen, her scent lingering on him like borrowed warmth. He strolled in, hand

Eira did not go back to their room immediately.She told herself it was because of the burn.Tina had wrapped it quickly before leaving, tight cloth around her forearm, the sting dulled into something constant and easier to ignore. It gave her something physical to focus on.Something that was not the weight sitting in her chest.She stayed in the lower halls longer than she needed to, moving without purpose. Past the storage rooms. Past the empty corridor that led to the royals' quarters. Past a window that looked out into the training grounds.Wolves were already sparring.Bodies hitting the ground. Low snarls. The sound of breath knocked out of lungs.Normal things.Eira leaned lightly against the wall and watched them for a moment.Violence had always been simple here. Direct. Her fingers tightened slightly against the bandage.Make him hate you.The words would not leave her head.She pushed off the wall.Standing still made it worse.By the time she reached the upper level agai

Eira didn’t mean to go that far out.At first it was just the back path, the one people used when they didn’t want to be seen leaving through the main grounds. Then it got narrower, less walked, branches catching on her sleeves like they were trying to pull her back, the ground uneven enough that she had to watch where she stepped or risk twisting her ankle.She kept going anyway.It was easier when she had to think about where to place her feet. Easier than thinking about anything else.The air shifted before she saw the stream. Cooler, quieter. The sound of water came first, soft and steady, like it had nothing to do with anything happening in the pack.Eira stepped down carefully, crouching near the edge. She dipped her fingers in without thinking.The cold bit immediately.“Cold—” she pulled back with a sharp breath, shaking her hand a little.“You get used to it.”Eira turned.She hadn’t heard her approach.The woman stood a short distance away, not close enough to feel intrusive