When the moon binds us

MAYA’S POV “When you’re done here, you’re to scrub all the toilets in the mansion,” a guard snapped. I didn’t forget for a minute that I was supposed to be scrubbing the toilets and not here on the training ground, but it was what Alpha Damien wanted. “This is a waste of time,” I muttered after picking up the sword that had fallen from my hand. It had been more than an hour since I arrived at the training ground. No coach had been assigned to me, and I was supposed to train myself. Alpha Damien would pass for a clown. I did train for a few minutes before I stopped. I wasn’t ready to waste the strength I was supposed to use scrubbing toilets here on the training ground. The air shifted, and whenever that happened, I knew exactly what it meant. Alpha Damien’s scent would fill my nostrils any moment now, and he would appear. “Maya,” he called. He was right behind me. I knew it because he wasn’t in front of me. I bowed and turned around. I happened to be his mate, but it

DAMIEN’S POV My fists remained tightly clenched. I hadn’t woken up on the good side of the bed, and everyone in the mansion had better be well-behaved today. “Get me the Beta and the head of security,” I ordered the guard behind me after descending the stairs. “Yes, Alpha,” he responded. My gaze landed on Maya, the one the moon goddess had chosen as my mate out of all the beautiful and strong maidens in the pack. As usual, she was working like the slave she was and would always be. I looked away before her presence irritated me more than it already did. “She’s been distant lately. I don’t think you’ve noticed,” my wolf, Roman, growled. “How am I supposed to notice? You’re the one connected to her,” I shot back coldly. And I was right. Breakfast had been served, but I had lost my appetite for reasons I couldn’t explain. I made my way to the living room and sat on the throne, something I was never tired of doing. “Actually, you’re right,” I admitted to Roman. I could

MAYA’S POV The first thing my eye caught was the not-so-beautiful painting on the wall. I batted my eyelashes a few times after squinting; it did help me get used to the lighting in the room. I rested my head on the headboard and it dawned on me that I was in an unknown room. I searched my head to remember where I was last, and it didn’t take long for me to vividly remember. The only thing I didn’t know was how I got here. I could remember being attacked by a masked figure using a sword. I placed my hand on my stomach where I was pierced with the sword, but it didn’t hurt. “Is this heaven or hell?” I asked my wolf, but I didn’t get a response. The room was big and quiet. The walls were painted in my favorite color and attention was paid to the drawings on some parts of the wall and the furniture as well. Near the bed was a table with a glass of water on it. A walk-in closet stood on one side of the room, its door slightly opened so I could see neat

MAYA’S POV Lycan Rasmus was the first to step into the penthouse, then a maiden, and then me. It was his idea that we be here in the penthouse, and I couldn’t say no. The maiden in question had been going everywhere with him, and here she was again. She could be his personal assistant or his mate. I might be wrong. I still couldn’t believe that Lycan Rasmus and I had just had dinner together. I heard so much about him in the past, especially how he was feared by Lycans and Alphas. For now, I would say that he was the exact opposite of what I heard about him. He had been nice to me ever since I regained consciousness, but I knew it might come to an end soon. “This is Beta Kierra. She’ll show you around the pack and the mansion tomorrow,” he mentioned after he took his seat. Did he just say that I would be shown the pack? If I got him correctly, he indirectly told me that I would remain here in his pack. I thought he would ask that I leave today or tomorrow s

RASMUS’S POV “I should let you know how I found you,” I said to Maya. She had just arrived in the living room. I had sent for her because it occurred to me that I had not told her how I was able to rescue her since I brought her to the mansion. It had been more than ten days. Her head remained bowed. I did not have to stare at her face to know that she was very much interested in the conversation I was about to have with her. Dusk was already here, and telling her what she needed to know did not sound like a terrible way to pass time. In a few hours, I planned to head to the training ground. “You did not get to my pack and mansion by miracle. I brought you all the way from your pack,” I began. “Have your seat,” I ordered. She loved being told what to do. I noticed that about her. I sipped from the wine glass that was already on the table in front of me. Her neck might start to ache in the middle of our conversation. She still had her head bowed. It