Unlike the bustling, joyful scene at the clearing in front of the pack house, the prison of the Blood Moon pack was dark, oppressive, and bitterly cold. Cara curled up in a corner, using a pile of straw to cover herself, hoping it could offer some warmth. Her eyes were filled with nothing but confusion, helplessness, and sorrow.
As the daughter of Alpha Genaro, she was locked in a separate cell instead of being crammed in with the warriors and civilians of the Dark Eclipse pack. She wasn’t sure whether to feel lucky or pitiful about this treatment. Technically, she was Genaro’s daughter, but since arriving in their territory, she hadn’t received a single privilege. On the contrary, she had been imprisoned like a criminal, stripped of her freedom, her rights, and her hope of ever finding her mate again.The Dark Eclipse pack had fallen. Alpha Genaro was dead. His son, his mate, and all the loyal warriors who once followed him had been killed by the enemy. Only Cara remained aCara stopped just in time, so the tip of the sword didn’t pierce any deeper. But the wound was enough for the pain to completely take over her mind. ‘Mate… why?’ Her voice, fragile and full of heartbreak, echoed in Raven’s mind, carrying with it a wave of confusion and sorrow. ‘Don’t call me your mate. You’re not worthy.’ His reply was cold and cutting. Cara stared at him, stunned. She had imagined hundreds of ways their reunion might go, but never like this. The wolf standing in front of her was clearly her mate. It was the same scent, the same soul-deep pull she could never mistake. But why did he look at her with such unfamiliar, icy eyes? The confusion and emotional shock she felt now hurt more than the wound on her chest. “Mate… it’s me. I’m Cara, your Cara,” she said aloud, her voice trembling, choked with tears. Cara. That name stirred something deep in Raven’s heart, as if it carried a strange kind of magic. His chest tightened involuntarily. He frowned
In that brief moment face to face, looking into Cara’s eyes, wide and pitiful like a lost little doe, Raven nearly lost all sense of control. He charged forward, breaking the prison lock with his bare hands, strength surging through him. The heavy-duty lock, made for death-row inmates, suddenly seemed as fragile as mud. In the blink of an eye, it snapped apart, and the iron door swung open. The jailers stared, jaws dropped. But once the shock faded, what remained in their hearts was pure awe. Their Alpha was unbelievably powerful, under his lead, their pack would only grow stronger, more fearsome, and utterly unstoppable. “Mate…” Cara whispered, her voice trembling as she looked at Raven. She wanted so badly to run into his arms. Though the wound on her chest had healed, the memory of that sharp blade still lingered, stopping her in her tracks. But before she could move, Raven had already taken off his leopard-fur cloak and wrapped it around h
The full moon night had ended. The pale moonlight finally sank behind the thick canopy of Gloomwood Forest, leaving behind a thin mist that floated like a dreamy veil over everything.The festivities were over. Raven had sobered up after a night of wild, mindless abandon. Looking at the naked she-wolf lying on the bed, eyes closed, her body still marked with traces of passion, a storm surged within him.Unlike the night before, his mind was now clearer than ever. And the details he had once brushed aside suddenly came into sharp focus. The pleasure Cara had given him felt strangely familiar, as if they had been intimate like this many times before.Raven knew there was a gap in his memory, those two months when he had suddenly left the pack. And if Cara had been a part of that lost time, then everything started to make sense.His gaze stayed on her peaceful, sleeping face. A strange mix of emotions stirred inside him, ache, fury, and confusion. Why had Genaro’s daugh
Raven didn’t finish work until night had fallen. The last rays of sunlight had already disappeared behind the distant mountains. Truth be told, he didn’t have to stay that late, he was just avoiding going back, not wanting to face Cara’s presence.The moment he stepped into his private quarters, his gaze landed on a small figure kneeling on the floor, carefully scrubbing each stone tile. Under the dim glow of the wall lamps, Cara’s black hair hung loose, damp with sweat. The coarse fabric dress draped over her body, outlining her delicate curves and small shoulders that trembled slightly with each breath.The sound of iron-soled leather boots echoed against the marble floor. Hearing the noise, Cara looked up, and saw a pair of powerful amber eyes staring down at her.She parted her lips, instinctively wanting to call him “mate,” but remembered just in time how much he hated hearing that. So, she held her tongue.Her heart pounded in her chest, half from fear, half fr
In truth, Raven was far from calm despite his composed exterior. When the bedroom door closed and he was alone in the privacy of his room, a different expression finally slipped across his face.The scene in the hallway replayed in his mind once more. On one side was a noble, dignified figure; on the other, a small, humble one. The stark contrast stabbed into Raven’s eyes like a sharp thorn, filling him with an unbearable discomfort. Turning a noble princess into a lowly servant, wasn’t that exactly what he had wanted? So why did a pang of bitterness swell in his chest? Was he feeling sympathy for her? That kind of emotion had no place in his heart, not for the daughter of the man who had murdered his father.Raven stood motionless by the window for a long while. The cold night breeze rustled through his silver-gray hair, yet it could not calm the storm raging inside him.He turned away and walked to the cloak rack, removing the heavy, cumbersome outfit he wore. Pushing
“No, mate! Please, once you remember everything, you’ll know I’m telling the truth. I have nothing to do with Genaro!”Seeing the she-wolf before him deny any connection to her father so easily in order to save her life, Raven couldn’t help but feel both disdain and disappointment. But that was to be expected, no matter how deep the affection or strong the bond, it all falters in the face of life and death.He suddenly pulled his finger out of Cara’s body, leaving her feeling unsteady. What followed was an overwhelming emptiness, every cell in her body begged to be filled by him again.Raven spoke with a mocking tone,“Oh really? But I don’t remember a thing, what can you do about it?”Cara wrapped her arms around his neck, lifting her face to look at him with eyes full of sincerity. Then, her sweet voice echoed directly in his mind,“Let me help you. You’ll remember. We were truly happy together, you can’t just forget me like this!”Cara thought of the t
Cara stood up, pulled her panties from under the servant uniform, and climbed on top of Raven. Without him doing anything to arouse her, she was already soaking wet. She lowered herself onto him, taking in Raven’s massive length.In the moment their bodies became one, both of them moaned in pleasure.Cara began to move, her hips rotating, rising and falling in a steady rhythm. Raven's member was tightly gripped, enveloped in warmth. He closed his eyes and tilted his head back, surrendering to the pleasure she was giving him.Wrapping his strong arms around her slender back, he grew impatient with the coarse ash-gray servant uniform clinging to her. With a swipe of his claws, he tore it open. Her two beautiful, milky breasts spilled free before his eyes, bouncing in rhythm with her every movement.His Adam's apple bobbed as he swallowed, then he lowered his head and took one of her breasts into his mouth, licking and sucking without pause. His other hand kneaded the r
Cara walked silently down the long, empty hallway. Each step felt heavy with hurt and disappointment.When she reached the servants’ quarters, she found Myra still sitting at her usual desk near the entrance.Cara hesitated for a moment, then slowly approached and said in a low voice,“Mrs. Myra, the dress… it’s torn.”That morning, Myra had only given her two dresses, one of which she had just washed in the evening and was still wet. The one she was wearing now was no longer suitable for work.Myra frowned, her already stern face becoming even more unapproachable.“How is it torn? I just gave it to you this morning. It was newly made.”“It was… ripped,” Cara replied, then opened the leopard fur cloak draped over her.Well, this time Myra didn’t need to ask further. The claw marks on the dress were clear enough, there was no need to guess who did it. She sighed, her voice softening a little.“Alright, go get some sleep. I’ll have someone bring a n
Cara kept her head down, eyes fixed on the floor, but inside, her emotions were in complete disarray.She couldn’t even begin to describe what she was feeling, was it bitterness? Humiliation? Or pain?She shouldn’t be feeling any of this. She should be relieved, even happy.If Raven took a Luna, maybe, just maybe, he would finally let her go, let her return to the life she truly wanted.But for some reason, her heart ached unbearably at this moment.With a quiet sigh, she stood up, picked up her cleaning bucket, and turned to leave, her steps heavy and silent.Just behind the wooden door, Raven could feel her emotional turmoil as if it were his own.Through their bond, he immediately sensed she was there, and had heard every word Draken had said.Realizing she was about to leave, Raven didn’t care that someone else was still in the room.He shot to his feet and rushed after her without a second thought.Draken was left behind, his sharp brows
Raven’s footsteps echoed through the hallway leading to the servants' quarters. Each step was quick, urgent, reflecting the restlessness churning inside him.‘Cara, I’m coming for you.’‘What are you doing?’‘Please, answer me.’He reached out to her again and again through their mate bond. He knew she wouldn’t respond, but somehow, trying made the anxiety in his chest a little more bearable.He stopped in front of the last room at the end of the hall and gently pushed the door open. It wasn’t locked. Of course it wasn’t. Lock or not, he could’ve gotten in anyway.Cara was on the floor, fiddling with the familiar cleaning tools she’d used day after day.“Cara, what are you doing? Why won’t you answer me?” Raven asked, his voice rough.She didn’t reply. Didn’t even look at him. She grabbed a wooden bucket and a rag and headed for the door.Raven reached out and held her back. “You don’t have to do this anymore. You don’t belong here. Come back to o
The tension inside the main hall was tightening like a string about to snap. Just then, a woman’s voice rang out, firm, yet carrying a gentle undertone.“That’s enough,” said lady Amanda Dermot, the council’s only female member, rising slowly to her feet. She wore a cloak of deep purple, her blonde hair neatly tied in a high bun. Her kind eyes, however, held a weight of experience that commanded attention.“We are here to discuss the future of the pack, not to drive our Alpha into a corner. Raven needs time to consider this carefully. In the end, the decision must come from his heart.”Turning to Raven, her tone softened, gentle, but unwavering.“Think it through, my son. Choosing a Luna takes more than love, it takes someone who is truly right for the role. But I trust that with your wisdom and your sense of responsibility, you won’t make the wrong choice.”No one spoke up against Amanda. Her presence alone was enough to silence the room, for now. Still, Raven k
Raven stepped into the main hall, where sunlight streamed through the high windows and fell onto the marble floor, casting a solemn, oppressive atmosphere. The Elders were already in their seats, their expressions stern, as though a monumental decision was hanging in the air.At his arrival, they all stood and bowed in respect. Raven gave a slight nod, his sharp gaze sweeping across each familiar face before settling on the central seat at the head of the room. He walked forward, took his place, and spoke in a low, steady voice filled with authority,“What matter is so urgent that the council had to be summoned this early in the morning?”The eldest of the council, his long silver hair tied neatly back, his bearing composed and dignified, slowly stood. With hands clasped in front of him, he looked Raven directly in the eye.“Alpha, the Blood Moon Pack is at a pivotal crossroads,” he said clearly, his voice cutting through the silence. “We need a Luna. This cannot be
Raven's broad frame instantly loomed over Cara. He buried his face in the curve of her neck, inhaling the scent that had him completely spellbound.The most vulnerable spot was caught between his lips, and Cara immediately ceased her struggling. She knew she couldn’t fight against Raven’s strength. She accepted it, just like how she had surrendered so many times to the harsh fate life dealt her.Held captive, with no way out, she became a willing prisoner. Mocked, unable to argue back, she bowed her head and listened. Taken, unable to resist, she bore it in silence.Life had never shown her mercy, so she could only be gentle with herself.Raven could feel the artery pulsing wildly beneath Cara’s skin. One bite, and her fragile life would end right there.But how could he bring himself to do it?He pulled back his fangs, his lips trailing tender kisses across her skin. Wherever they passed, they left behind vivid marks that claimed her as his.Sensing that
“No, you're not. You don't deserve it!” Cara shouted, not caring at all about Raven's reaction. Each word of denial from her was like a knife straight to Raven’s heart. Even without his memories, there was one truth he’d been too afraid to face: he loved Cara. He said, “No matter how much you deny it, this bond is real. We are fated mates.” Her eyes burned as she glared at him, letting out a cold laugh. “Too bad. That bond won’t exist much longer. I re—” She didn’t finish. Raven lunged forward and cut her off with a kiss. Their first kiss after two years apart came crashing down in this twisted moment. Cara fought back hard, but Raven’s arms were like iron, she couldn’t break free. She bit down on his lip with all her strength. The taste of blood quickly filled both their mouths. Raven pulled back, reaching up to touch the corner of his torn lip. Cara scrambled away, curling up in the
Mrs. Grace worked at the weaving workshop. She was older and originally from the Dark Eclipse pack, so it was a bit difficult for her to fit in with the Blood Moon pack residents. Because of that, she hadn’t heard the rumors about Cara being kept close by Alpha Raven, nor was she aware of the complicated relationship between the two of them.She didn’t notice the change in Raven’s expression and went on talking about what had happened to Cara back in the Dark Eclipse pack.“She didn’t want to stay. She tried to run away several times, but each time she was caught. Even though she lived in the pack house, her life was no different from that of a prisoner in a dark cell. She wasn’t allowed to leave her room or talk to anyone. Every day, food and clothes were passed to her through a narrow slot under the door. She was kept like that for two whole years, until our pack came and took down Genaro.”At this point, Mrs. Grace couldn’t help but let out a sigh. “Such a poor child.
It was late at night, and most people had already fallen asleep. Draken, Raven’s beta, was no exception.Just then, a familiar voice echoed in his mind through their mind link,‘Draken, I need you to do something for me. Right now.’The firm, familiar tone jolted Draken awake.He sat up immediately, his eyes sharp and alert, as if he hadn’t been sound asleep just moments ago.‘What is it, Alpha?’‘Find someone who used to serve in the Dark Eclipse’s pack house. The longer they worked there, and the more secrets they knew, the better. I have some questions for them.’‘Yes, Alpha.’After taking the order, Draken got up, changed into clothes, and left his room.He was the one in charge of handling the surrender and resettlement of the Dark Eclipse residents, so finding someone who matched the Alpha’s request wasn’t difficult.About half an hour later, an older she-wolf, looking nervous and fearful, followed Draken into the pack house to meet the
Raven sank his teeth into Cara’s neck, not hard enough to hurt her, but firm enough to leave her unable to resist. The powerful aura of an Alpha poured from him, forcing her to lower her head in submission.Cara’s struggles grew weaker and weaker, until in the end, she could only lie still and accept her fate.Only then did Raven release her. He nudged her side with his snout, urging her to get up and follow him back.Cara followed without resistance, not because she was afraid, but because she knew fighting back was useless. The gap in strength between them was like heaven and earth. Rather than throwing herself into a hopeless struggle and ending up battered and bruised, she chose to submit for now and wait for the next chance to escape.Halfway back, Cara couldn’t maintain her wolf form any longer. A faint light shimmered around her, and the black wolf vanished, replaced by a beautiful, naked figure glowing under the silver moonlight.Raven also shifted back i