The word echoed in my head, over and over again, like a curse I couldn’t outrun even when I tried hard to.
Killian Blackwood had just claimed me in front of his Beta, in front of his pack. He had spoken the words with conviction, with certainty, as if it was that simple.
But it wasn’t.
It never was.
I had spent years surviving in the shadows, knowing my place. Rogues weren’t claimed. We were discarded, hunted, erased from packs.
And yet, here I was.
Under his protection.
Under his name.
Under his rule.
A mistake.
It had to be.
“You’re insane,” Elara muttered to him, raking a hand through her hair.
The Council will rip you apart for this and you know.”
Killian’s expression remained cold and unyielding as she spoke.
“Let them try.”
Elara let out a bitter laugh. “You were always reckless, but this? Claiming a rogue as yours? She’ll bring nothing but war to your doorstep, Killian. You know that.”
Those words send tenses over me.
Not because he was mistaken.
Because he was right.
I was a problem, a liability. A stain on a pack like this.
I shouldn’t have been here.
I shouldn’t have let it get this far.
Likewise, I opened my mouth—to deny it, to refuse whatever game Killian was playing—but his eyes snapped to mine, stopping the words before they could form.
“She’s mine, and I am claiming her as mine” he said, the voice was like stone. “That’s the only explanation anyone needs.”
Mine?
The air was suffocating me, the weight of that single word he said was pressing into my chest.
She exhaled sharply, shaking her head. “Then you’d better be ready to defend her because the second the pack hears about this, they’ll come for her, and you know what that means ”
A sharp pang of fear lanced through me, leaving me shaking.
Killian must have sensed it because his golden eyes flicked back to me, I shooed my head to refuse him from going further, but his response sent shivers down my spine.
“I’ll handle it.”
Handle it?
Like this was his problem. Like I was.
My fingers curled into fists, still trembling. I shone my head rejecting his offer.
“You do now,” he countered smoothly then flashed a smile at me.
This was wrong. All of it.
I had fought too hard to escape chains, to survive on my own, only to end up tied to another Alpha.
“I never asked for this,” I whispered under my breath, but he couldn't hear me.
Killian tilted his head, studying me like I was something he couldn’t quite figure out.
“No,” he murmured. “But I did.”
Before I could respond, a knock thundered against the door, the sound sharp and demanding at a time.
Elara was intense, her expression was hardening. “That didn’t take long.”
I barely had time to process her words before the door burst open.
A group of men stood in the doorway, all of them looked like soldiers of the pack. Their scents were thick with dominance, with blood.
My pulse pounded heavily, breaking through my ribs.
Pack enforcers?
They must be Killian’s wolves.
And from the look in their eyes, I was already condemned.
“You have a lot to explain, Alpha,” one of them growled, stepping forward. His hair was cut close to his scalp. He must be a warrior, through and through.
Killian’s expression didn’t change. “Then speak.”
The warrior’s gaze flicked to me, cold and sharp. “You brought a rogue into our home. And now you're telling us she's yours?”
The room went silent.
Killian exhaled slowly. “That’s precisely what I’m telling you.”
Murmurs erupted from the men, their disbelief thick enough to choke on.
“Alphas don’t claim rogues and from her look she is weak”
“It’s a weakness.”
“She could be a spy. A traitor.”
I knew this would happen. I knew how wolves worked, how packs protected their own. Not only that, but I had spent my entire life watching them hunt down outsiders like me.
Killian wasn’t just breaking the rules.
He was shattering them.
I braced myself for the backlash, for the moment they turned on me.
But then—
“Anyone who has a problem with my decision can challenge me for my place as Alpha,” Killian said coolly.
Silence slammed into the room.
My breath caught between.
He wasn’t just protecting me.
He was willing to fight for me.
A challenge against an Alpha wasn’t a simple disagreement. It was a battle to the death.
No one spoke. No one moved.
Because they all knew the truth.
Killian Blackwood wasn’t just an Alpha.
He was a monster in combat.
He had never lost a fight.
Likewise, he wouldn’t lose now.
The tension in the room shifted, anger giving way to something else. Something dangerous I could say.
“She doesn’t belong here,” one of the enforcers finally said, but his voice lacked the same fire as before.
Killian’s gaze snapped to him. “She does now.”
Another ripple of unease passed through the group, but no one dared to speak again.
One by one, they backed away.
Defeated.
Elara let out a sharp breath, muttering under her breath. “You truly put a target on both your backs.”
Killian’s jaw flexed. “Then I guess we’d better not miss when we strike first.”
His words sent a chill through me.
Because he wasn’t just saying them.
He meant them.
Killian Blackwood had just started a war.
And I was the reason.
One thing I am certain about was that the pack may have backed down for now, but the war had only begun. Would Killian really be able to protect me from his wolves? And why was he willing to risk everything for me?
The attack has shaken the entire pack. Rogues were never allowed in the pack nor becoming the Alpha mate—making me the Luna.I sat curled myself on the massive bed, my fingers were buried in the soft fabric of my dress. My hands wouldn’t stop shaking.I squeezed my eyes shut, but it didn’t help as those words kept ranging in my head.The memory of the pack enforcer's snarling face flashed behind my eyelids. One moment, I was feeling the sun on my skin for the first time in years. The next, I was on the ground, the weight of what next Elara the beta would do.And then… Killian.The way he commanded the enforcers, making them back down as he still chooses me.I should have felt safe by those words he said.But all I could feel was terror.My body is still remembered. Bloodied hands. Harsh voices. The cruel laughter of those who had hurt me before. My mind couldn’t separate the past from the present.I had flinched when Killian turned to me, his chest rising and falling with fury writt
You could feel the forest air which was thick with tension filled in it, every breath was lanced with the scent of blood and battle. I barely had a moment to recover from Sebastian’s cruel grip before chaos erupted again, I turned abruptly. Killian was fast to lunge at Luther, their snarls and the clash of their fists breaking the suffocating silence of the night. My heart was pounding violently against my ribs as I stumbled backward, my vision was swimming with fear and desperation in it. Sebastian’s words still lingered in my mind as I stared at him, his sinister smirk was haunting me like a ghost I could never escape. I wanted to escape from it but it was clear I can't escape from it. The moment my body reacted, I realized I wasn’t just standing there anymore—I was running. Running away from Sebastian. Running away from being captured. Running toward my freedom to start a new life. My instincts were screaming at me to flee, to vanish into the darkness where I will never be seen ag
I woke with a start, my breath was coming in sharper than expected, the shallow gasps as the cold air bite of reality hit me hard. The scent of pine trees, and the earth dust filled my senses, but there was an unfamiliar sharpness to it which I didn't understand. My eyes flashed open, I was struggling to adjust to the dim lighting which was around me.I was in a room which was far too nice to be an old abandoned tent, but it didn’t have the comfort of home as expected. I blinked my eyes rapidly, trying to make sense of my surroundings, but something was off for me. My pulse quickened as I noticed the figures which had gathered around me.There were faces I didn’t recognize, I hadn't seen before, their eyes were sharp and calculating at a time and they stared at me with suspicion which I didn't get. Some of them were wary, others were openly hostile toward. I didn’t need to be told that I wasn’t welcome here. The tension in the air was thick enough to cut with a knife.“Where am I?” I
Darius stepped closer to Killian, his eyes locked on mine instead of his. He had a cold, calculating look in his eyes as he stared at me, as if he was already assessing my worth. “I’m the one who keeps this pack safe, Killian. And bringing her here? That’s a risk we can’t afford. It's not about you but about the pack” His eyes flashed back to the other wolves.“Not when she’s tied to Sebastian. His scent is all over her and he will surely come for her”I felt a chill go through my body sending goosebumps over my body. They were all right, weren’t they? I was in danger. I was the threat to their pack. I hated to accept the fact. I feel the pressure of their criticism was pressing down on me. But I couldn’t change who I was, I wished I could do that. I would gladly do it, running away from Sebastian and gaining my freedom like every other wolf. But I couldn’t change what Sebastian had done to me. Before anyone else could speak up, the door to the room slammed open again, and a figure wa
My heart was beating faster than ever in my chest, it was as if my ribs were breaking sooner. I couldn’t breathe. I couldn’t think properly. But I knew one thing for sure—this assassin holding me knew something deep about me. And worse of it all, I knew him. Yes I do. His scent and voice gave me a clue. My breath caught. I was fully ready to make a move. Hit him off and escaped from his grip, but my body betrayed me just when I needed the help most— I suddenly became frozen not from fear, but from the recognition.The scent I perceived was a ghost of my past. The warm cedarwood which was laced with a hint of burnt amber filled the environment. The scent of someone I once trusted. Someone who was the last expected to do this."Micah," I gasped, freezing in shock. I wanted to convince myself I was dreaming. Micah can't! He can't come all the way long to assassinate me.My eyes were just piercing through the blade in his hand which was trembling slightly at my throat. His facial express
I woke to the soft hum of voices outside my door. Listening to the voice I could tell it was Killian's voice. This was the room Killian has given to me to stay for the meantime. It was the best stay I had ever had since I was born. All my life I had been in a cage, with shackles and scuffed around my legs. A slave who was mute. My throat aches badly, not from the screaming last night—I couldn’t—but from holding in the storm that had raged inside me all night. I was yet to believe that Micha would ever want to assassinate me. He was the finger that feeds me. Why would he want to bite me? If he could want to do such, would Killian ever want to assassinate me too one day?The memory of what happened that night was still fresh in my memory, not leaving anytime soon. I knew that smell of his scent and each word he dropped kept ranging in my brain. I was cursed. I belonged to Sebastian. I was never going to speak. The moonband. I knew in my bones that he was telling the truth. It was a bitt
The morning sunlight flashes through the window like a false promise of peace and hits my face. I sat on the edge of the bed in the unfamiliar room, staring at my hands, nothing was running through my mind but I got my eyes pinned staring at it.They trembled slightly from the adrenaline which was yet to run off from me. Last night’s attack hadn’t been a dream. It was so huge and terrible that I thought I couldn't make it. The assassin had nearly killed me, and no one—no one—got to him in time. I had to struggle to get myself off. I couldn't scream nor could I call out for help.Tears had pulled up in my eyes, maybe I needed to run away from this pack, to avoid being murdered by the assassin. But where in particular? Leaving this pack would only open me to more dangers as Sebastian will stop at nothing to get hold of me.I had stopped waiting for anyone to save me. I needed to stand up and save myself but realization hit me. I was no match to him. A weakling who is mute.Killian had
I knew that scar. It was more familiar to me than any other memory I could recall. The flash of it in my mind made my chest tighten, a cold knot forming in my stomach. I tried hard to think of where I had seen it before, but each attempt was met with a wall of nothing.The image haunted my dreams for years—the hand that grabbed me, pulling me back when I tried to run from Sebastian’s estate. And now, that same hand, with the same jagged scar, was on Darius’s wrist.I couldn’t stop staring at it, but I knew I needed to. I had to understand what this meant. Darius’s movements felt off to me ever since I first met him. His kindness felt too calculated, too rehearsed. But this—this scar—this was something deeper. A secret I wasn’t sure I was ready to uncover.I couldn’t sleep that night. My eyes refused to close. Every time I tried, the scar flashed in my mind. The sound of Sebastian’s voice. The feeling of cold fingers gripping my arm.Instead, I watched. I waited. My heartbeat was too l
The sun crept through the trees in pale, hesitant beams, but they did nothing to ease the weight pressing on my chest. The camp, once a safe haven, now felt like a maze full of shadows. Each corner I turned seemed to hold another secret, and I was too exhausted to keep searching for answers. Every step I took felt like I was walking on the edge of something—something I couldn’t quite see but could feel closing in around me. I wanted to trust the people here, wanted to let the illusion of safety in, but I couldn’t. Not yet. Not when there were so many whispers in the air—so many secrets hidden just beneath the surface.The morning began like any other, the quiet hum of the camp bustling around me, but there was an unease settling deep within my bones. I could feel it the moment I woke up—the weight of silence between me and the pack. My body was healing, yes, thanks to Luca’s careful attention, but my mind… my mind was still a shattered mess. The tenderness in his touch, his constant
Whispers Beneath the Moon.The moon-hollow spring shimmered like spilled silver beneath the gathering dusk. I couldn’t look away. It wasn’t just the reflection of the moon that caught my breath, but the way the water seemed to pulse with a life of its own, as though it were somehow aware of me. The air was thick with ancient magic, and it wrapped around me, squeezing my chest in a way I couldn’t explain.I’d seen beautiful places before, but none that made my heart ache with such unease. There was something so eerily perfect about this moment—too perfect. I couldn’t shake the feeling that the world was holding its breath, waiting for something to happen. The soft ripples of the spring mirrored the flickering of my thoughts, both chaotic and restless. My eyes, locked onto the water’s surface, reflected a version of me I barely recognized—a girl lost in a world of secrets, searching for something she couldn’t quite define.My bare feet sank slightly into the cool, smooth stones beneat
The first thing I noticed was the scent of herbs—sharp, bitter, and so overwhelming that it clung to the inside of my nose like an invasive reminder. It wasn’t unpleasant, but it wasn’t comforting either. I tried to focus on something else, but as soon as I opened my eyes, a wave of exhaustion slammed into me. The soft flicker of candlelight danced on the walls, casting long shadows that seemed to stretch across the room like tired spirits. The air was thick with the scent of healing oils, balms, and damp earth, all tinged with something sharper—the bitter aftertaste of the wolfsbane poison I’d barely survived.I tried to lift my hand to touch my face, but it felt as though a thousand pounds were pressing down on me. My body didn’t obey me as it once had. Each joint, each vein, felt like it had been soaked in slow fire.It burned and pulsed through every part of me. I was alive, but I didn’t feel truly awake. My skin felt too tight against my bones, my limbs heavy, sluggish. I barely
The first thing I felt was the pounding in my skull.It wasn’t sharp, but a deep, echoing ache—like someone was striking a drum underwater. Each throb sent a ripple through my temples, making it harder to breathe, to think. My lashes trembled against the weight of consciousness as I blinked slowly, trying to pull myself from the fog.A soft warmth surrounded me—the familiar scent of lavender detergent on my sheets, the feathery brush of my pillow beneath my cheek. I was home, in my room. But the peace I normally felt here had vanished. Everything felt... off. The silence was too heavy. The air is still. Time itself seemed suspended.And then I saw him.Killian. Perched at the edge of the bed like a sentinel refusing to leave his post. His usually unreadable expression had crumbled. His hand wrapped around mine, not gently, but like it was a lifeline—one he couldn’t afford to lose. The tendons in his fingers were taut, his knuckles pale from the force of his grip.He looked like a man
The air in the room felt unusually still when I woke up, like time itself had paused. I reached out and found Killian's pillow next to mine, the scent of him still lingering in the fabric, as comforting as it was bittersweet. He’d been staying close, his presence a constant reassurance in the chaos I had been thrust into. But today, I woke to an empty bed. I wasn’t sure what time it was, but the quietness of the room seemed to stretch on forever, and I couldn’t shake the feeling that something was off.Since arriving at the pack, I’d been doing my best to adjust. But no matter how much I tried, I always felt like an outsider. Still, I couldn’t deny that some things were starting to feel a little more familiar. I was slowly learning how to fit in—at least, I hoped I was. Killian had trusted me enough to leave me in Elara’s care while he handled matters within the pack.His departure wasn’t sudden, but it still left a pit in my stomach. He said he’d be back soon, that it wasn’t anything
The pain in my head is overwhelming, a dull throb that pulses in sync with the rapid beats of my heart. I blink, trying to clear my vision, but all I see are the blurry outlines of familiar faces, the chaos of the previous night still heavy in my chest. My hands tremble as I sit up in the bed, the cold sheets tangled around me, offering no comfort. The room is dark, save for the faint glow of morning creeping in from the window. But there’s something wrong in the air, an undercurrent of tension that seeps through the walls.I instinctively look to my side. Killian. His broad frame is sitting by my bed, his arm resting on my shoulder in what is supposed to be a comforting gesture. But all I feel is the weight of his presence—his protective nature, his concern. It suffocates me more than it soothes.“Killian?” I croak, my voice rough from sleep, but also from the knot of anxiety that twists in my stomach. He doesn’t answer, his gaze fixed on the distant corner of the room, his jaw clen
The air was still—too still. It was the kind of silence that didn’t soothe but stifled, wrapping around me like a noose. I opened my eyes to find the world bathed in a dull, gray light, the morning sun struggling to pierce through the curtains. Shadows clung to the corners of the room like ghosts. My chest tightened before I even sat up, dread anchoring itself deep in my stomach like a lead weight.My dreams had been nothing but twisted chaos. I’d seen Sebastian’s cold, dead eyes gleaming from the shadows, his mouth unmoving, yet his voice slithered through my mind like a curse. Raven was there too—his smile dripping with triumph, a smirk carved from cruelty. Their whispers had followed me into sleep, poisoning every corner of my subconscious. Even now, awake and aware, I could still feel them lingering—unseen but close, like breath on the back of my neck.I sat up, but my hands betrayed me—they trembled uncontrollably. I tried to steady them, to get the fear away, but it was like
I jolted upright in bed, a strangled gasp ripping from my throat as icy sweat soaked the back of my neck. My lungs burned for air, my chest heaving like I had just escaped drowning. The shadows in the room loomed larger than usual, clawing at the corners of my mind as if trying to pull me back into the nightmare I had just escaped.But it wasn’t just a dream—it was a vision. A message. A warning.Sebastian’s face lingered behind my eyelids, his pale eyes burning into mine with a haunting familiarity. It wasn’t just a memory—I could feel him. Somehow, impossibly, he had found a way to reach me through the tether that still existed between our cursed bloodlines. A bond I thought I had buried long ago now clawed its way back to the surface.Pain spiked behind my eyes, sharp and punishing. I clutched my head, pressing my palms against my temples as if that could cage the power surging inside me. It was like a storm—hot, relentless, alive. My magic stirred beneath my skin, crawling like f
I jolted awake with a strangled gasp, my chest heaving as though I had been running for miles. My skin was clammy with sweat, and my pulse thundered in my ears. The remnants of the dream—or rather, the vision—clung to me like a shadow that wouldn’t let go.I could still see his eyes—Sebastian’s—glowing crimson in the darkness, filled with amusement and cruelty. I could hear his voice calling my name, soft like silk, but with a promise of death in every syllable. And just before the vision ended, I saw flames devour everything I loved.I sat up, pulling the blankets off with shaking hands. My breath fogged in the air despite the warmth of the room. The atmosphere felt too still, like the world was holding its breath. There was a strange pressure in the air—thick, heavy, and pulsing like a second heartbeat. It wasn’t just the aftershock of the vision. No, this was something else—something inside me.A warm, tingling sensation rolled beneath my skin like electricity. I could feel it puls