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8: The Cost of Control

مؤلف: Solange Daye
last update آخر تحديث: 2026-01-13 03:16:41

Gaven

I do not leave the room immediately.

I stand in the corner, arms crossed, body rigid, while Maelis gathers her instruments and keeps her face deliberately neutral. I feel Fern’s presence like an open wound even after she’s dressed. She looks fragile, but guarded, bracing herself for whatever comes next.

When the Omega, Michelle, arrives to escort her, Fern hesitates. Not because she’s afraid of leaving my side, but because she’s afraid of staying of staying in the Blackmoor Pack.

That realization is the first crack. She has every right to be afraid of staying after everything that she has endured.

Her eyes flicker to me for some sort of guidance but I don’t have any. I am unable to speak right now, because I am afraid if I do it will only frighten her more than she already is.

Instead, I look away from her, and focus my eyes on anything but her. I hear her sigh, and it sounds heartbreaking, but I hold my control. I will hold it until it breaks.

“Your rooms are prepared,”
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  • The Alpha's Moon Marked Luna   15: Effortless

    GavenI follow them. Not close enough to be noticed. Not far enough to lose her. I can’t help myself. I know Mara would never hurt her, but I need to know that she is safe. Mara moves through Blackmoor like she was born in its bones, all easy confidence and quick laughter, her hand looped through Fern’s wrist as if claiming her by association alone. Fern lets herself be pulled along. Her steps are hesitant at first, then they ease as they move deeper into the castle.She smiles. It’s small and cautious, but real. I catalogue it immediately.I do that with every person she meets. Who causes her to smile. How long it lasts. Whether it fades too quickly.She listens more than she speaks, eyes wide as Mara gestures and explains, “this corridor leads to the east wing, that stairwell is best avoided during shift hours, those doors stay locked unless you want to interrupt something you’ll regret seeing.”Fern absorbs it all like someone who’s never been allowed to belong anywhere lon

  • The Alpha's Moon Marked Luna   14: Too Much

    FernThe moment Alpha Gaven leaves the room, the air changes. It’s subtle at first. A shift in posture. A loosening of shoulders. Conversations resume at full volume instead of the careful hush they’d fallen into while he was present. I feel it before I see it, the way attention slides toward me like a tide I didn’t know I was standing in the path of.Someone clears their throat beside me.“Uh… Fern, right?”I look up too quickly, nearly knocking my fork against the plate. A woman stands there, smiling, her eyes bright and curious rather than sharp. She gestures to the empty seat Gaven left behind.“Mind if I sit?”“I…” I hesitate, then nod. “Sure.”That seems to open the floodgates.Another chair scrapes back. Then another. Someone comments on my dress. Someone else asks if I slept well. A man across the table leans forward and introduces himself, and I forget his name almost immediately because there are too many voices and not enough space to breathe between them.They aren’t crue

  • The Alpha's Moon Marked Luna   13: Proximity

    GavenThe seat beside me is empty. It shouldn’t matter. I’ve eaten at this table a thousand times, held council here, broken bread with warriors who would die at my word. Chairs are furniture. Space is space.And yet, the moment she steps into the room, my focus narrows until everything else around me dulls.Fern pauses at the edge of the dining hall, clearly overwhelmed, her gaze sweeping the packed tables with something close to panic. She looks different this morning. Not transformed, just… cared for. The dress she wears fits her properly, soft fabric skimming her frame instead of hanging from it. Her hair is smoothed back from her face, still wild at the ends, still hers.She is stunning, there is no other word for her, and I don’t miss how the other men in the room notice her. As she gets closer, I catch her scent. She smells like wildflowers. Not the kind of scent that is strong or cloying. No, her scent is subtle and clean, like the scent of a field after it rains. It cur

  • The Alpha's Moon Marked Luna   12: Breakfast

    FernI wake to a knock on my door. It isn’t loud or demanding like I am used to. It is just firm enough to pull me from my sleep. “Fern?” Michelle’s voice carries through the wood door. “Are you awake?”I sit up too quickly, my heart jumping before I remind myself where I am. The Blackmoor Pack. I am surrounded by stone walls, sleeping in a bed that doesn’t creak, in a room that locks from the inside.“Yes,” I call, clearing my throat. “I’m awake.”The door opens a moment later, Michelle stepping inside with a smile and something draped over her arm.“You missed dinner last night,” she says gently. “Perfectly understandable. But you can’t miss breakfast. Alpha’s orders.”I stiffen at that. “He… ordered?”Michelle’s smile turns knowing. “He insists everyone eats.”She holds out the fabric. It’s a dress. I swallow hard when I look at it. The cut is simple, but beautiful. The fabric is soft charcoal gray, with long sleeves, a high neckline, and a flowing skirt that looks like it mi

  • The Alpha's Moon Marked Luna   11: The Watcher

    GavenI shouldn’t be here.That thought is a thin, useless thing, like paper held up against a storm, because my body already chose what to do before my mind could argue. I’m in the corner of her room, pressed into shadow that shouldn’t be capable of hiding a man my size, breathing so quietly I can’t hear myself at all.Fern lies in the bed as if she doesn’t know how to take up space. She is curled in on herself, shoulders drawn in, knees tucked, as though she can make her body smaller by force of will. The nightgown she wears is plain cotton, but it clings to her anyway. It is caught at her waist and hip, tracing the gentle slope of her stomach and the line of her thigh. It makes me shift awkwardly as my cock grows hard.She is underweight.I can see it even from here. The slight hollow beneath her cheekbones. The narrowness of her wrists. The way the fabric drapes where it shouldn’t. It infuriates something in me so hot and sharp it tastes like metal.‘Mine,’ Riddick rumbles, low a

  • The Alpha's Moon Marked Luna   10: The Whisper

    FernEventually I drifted off to sleep. I am not sure of the hour, but all I know is that at some point the fear drifted away and sleep came. In my dreams, I saw nothing but silver. It is hard to describe, but it wasn’t a light. No, this was something thicker, almost solid. Like a living mist that was calling my name. “Fern.” It whispered into nothing. My eyes flicker open and I’m standing barefoot on stone that glows faintly beneath my feet, etched with symbols I don’t recognize but somehow feel. The sky above me isn’t dark or bright. It’s a constant twilight, with the moon hanging low and impossibly close, so large it makes my chest ache.“Little fern,” a voice whispers again.It doesn’t come from anywhere. It’s everywhere. It seems to consume every cell in my body. It makes my hair stand on end. I turn slowly, heart pounding. “Who’s there?”A shape shifts within the silver mist. It isn’t a body or a face. Just the suggestion of presence, but it feels ancient and certain.

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