All Chapters of BENEATH THE BLOOD MOON: CLAIMED BY HER ALPHA: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Selene’s dreams were never gentle.Tonight, the cold moon spilled silver across the forest in her vision. She shivered at the sight of ancient oaks rising like cathedral pillars around her. The wind howled through them, carrying a low, guttural snarl.She was not alone.Ahead lay a dark altar of cracked stone, overgrown with moss. Chains crisscrossed it, thick as a man’s arm, bolted into the ground. Something massive strained against them.A black wolf.Its fur bristled like razors, eyes glowing gold with fury and pain. Saliva frothed between bared fangs. Every time it thrashed, iron links groaned, and blood leaked from raw flesh where the shackles bit.“Run,” the wolf growled in a voice that was more human than beast. “Run before it’s too late.”The voice thundered in her head, not spoken aloud. The sound of it split the air, like claws raking through her thoughts. She fell to her knees, clutching her skull.“Stop,” she whispered.But the vision wouldn’t obey.The wolf lunged. The ch

That night, a storm rolled over Crescent Vale. Thunder rumbled like a beast awakening in the distance, and rain fell in slow sheets, drenching the earth. Inside the healer’s cottage, Mira worked in furious silence, scattering herbs, lighting black candles, and chanting in an old tongue Selene didn’t understand. Selene sat in the corner by the hearth, her knees drawn to her chest, Mira’s wolfskin cloak wrapped tight around her. She hadn’t spoken since returning from the ruin. Her thoughts were static—thick and distorted, like trying to breathe underwater. Something had been chained there. And now it wasn’t. Because of me. Mira muttered a final phrase, then turned sharply. “This house is warded. No spirit or beast can cross the threshold now.” Selene blinked at her. “Will that be enough?” The older woman hesitated. “I don’t know.” Then, softer: “I hope.” Selene swallowed hard. She’d never heard Mira unsure of anything before. It terrified her more than the storm outside. ---

The forest was alive with scent.Dew on moss. Damp bark. Animal trails, sharp with musk and fear.But none of it mattered.Because underneath it all was her.Selene.Luna prowled silently, every movement deliberate, every breath measured. Her black fur blended with the shadows beneath ancient oaks. Clawed paws pressed noiselessly into the damp soil.She paused, nose twitching.There, that scent.Sweet, but earthy. Like herbs crushed underfoot. Human sweat and soft skin. A flutter of fear.It pulsed in the air like a beacon.She inhaled deeply.The bond sang in her blood.MATE.A low rumble vibrated in her chest, halfway between a purr and a growl.She closed her eyes.It had been so long since she’d been able to feel anything but rage.Centuries in chains.Darkness. Silence.Until Selene’s voice.Until her touch.Breaking the final wards.Her mate had freed her.Not out of love.Out of curiosity.But it was enough.It was everything.---Luna moved through the trees, tracking that sce

Selene’s body ached, and her every breath was stung. Her limbs trembled from exhaustion, and yet she couldn’t fall asleep; not with her so close by. The massive black wolf hadn’t moved from it shadows for hours. Just stood by guarding watching, breathing, and waiting. Selene laid curled at the base of a tree, every nerve of hers were working, every instinct telling her to run, fight or scream. But she did none of those things. Because there was no escaping. --- Morning came cold and wet, mist moving low between the trees like breath. Selene stirred awake slowly, muscles stiff and sore. Her eyes flicked to the shadow beside her. Luna. Still there. Still watching. Now in human form. She stood bare as the morning air passed her, skin pale against the cold, damp forest. Long black hair tumbled in wet waves down her back. Her golden eyes unchanged from her wolf form were locked on Selene with unreadable intensity. Tension simmered beneath her stillness. Caged energy, like a sto

By morning, Selene felt as though she hadn’t truly slept.Her body was exhausted, but her mind had never stopped swirling relentlessly.Luna had stayed at the edge of the clearing just as she promised silent, watching, and alert.Selene had sensed her awake all night.Not just the sound of her breathing or the rustle of leaves when she shifted slightly, but something deeper.A pull. A ache.Selene pressed her fingers to her chest, right over her heart.It throbbed strangely off-rhythm, tense, and like a pull longing for something unknown.“I need space,” she muttered aloud, though mostly to herself.“Then take it,” Luna said gently, still not looking at her. “I won’t stop you.”Selene rose unsteadily. Her limbs ached, her stomach churned, and every movement sent a wave of nausea through her.She didn’t understand it.Her body shouldn’t feel this way. She hadn’t been wounded. She hadn’t starved.It was the bond.And it was pulsing within her.Selene stumbled through the forest, away fr