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The dark moon pack would regret stealing my mate from me and crowning her Luna. It was however, very risky business. Information circulating seemed to point that the Borderlands was a dangerous place to cross. It was why I sent one of my most skilled lieutenant, Cyrus and even then, I had my doubts. The Scavenger wolves who basically ran the borderlands were a vicious pack of unhinged psychos and were not very friendly to outsiders—especially not to crescent wolves. There were also rumors of a deadly and primal pack out in the wilderness that worshipped the Blood moon god and stuck with the old ways. Fucking lunatics.

The whimpering ceased, replaced by a cold, hollow silence. She stood up, her joints aching. The night air of the borderlands was biting, a stark contrast to the climate-controlled luxury she had just abandoned. Behind her lay the Northern territories—the land of the King who had broken her. Ahead lay the Untamed Territories, a sprawling expanse of jagged mountains, dense, lawless forests, and ruins of a civilization that had collapsed before the first pack-bonds were ever etched into the earth.

Not a second later I got a mind link from Jason. “Nora and Rick have crossed the border into the packlands.” { Alexander } I ripped the throat out of another rogue and took a breath as I glanced around at the battlefield. It was a mess of hundreds of dead bodies, most from the rogues but enough from our side that I was pissed. I could feel them and their auras leaving and each time I felt a tether break I went on a rampage. “Nora and Rick have crossed the border in the packlands” Jason’s mindlink hit me at the same time Raine’s did.

Bertulf was right beside him, looking on eagerly. "The border between Northlands and Eastlands. And Northlands to Westlands. It appears they are planning to attack us from the two regions at the same time," I replied. "We can't let them in the Northlands…" Jared said. "It's too late, they just crossed the borders," I said, watching as the Westlanders and the witches of Eastlands, distinguished by the emblems of the regions, started to unleash mayhem on the Northlanders. Houses busted into flames. The sweep was fast and deadly.

"You would start wearing your bracelet again. I have increased the wavelength so it would allow you go as far as the borders of the pack. Anything farther and you would receive the shock of your life." Griselda chuckled and made herself comfortable on my laps. I was already starting to imagine her as Freya. If I made her mine, she was definitely going to get comfortable real quick and start wreaking havoc on the surrounding packs. Definitely not happening. Antonella sighed and I could see her eyes become watery with tears. Exactly what I wanted! "The borders are dangerous, my King," She started. "Nonsense!" I growled. "Go and get me what I want, now!"

"This is a command as your alpha. Do not mention this ever again" "Yes alpha" he chuckled, his tone was mocking and he left my office. That old bastard. Was he just pulling my legs or the bond could actually be destroyed? I haven't heard of it before. " And it doesn't concern us. The bond between us stays forever" my wolf snarled and I agreed with him. I'm not getting rid of the bond. The door flew open and Landon ran inside. "Can't you fucking knock?" "I got a message from Aldrid. There was a breach at the border"

My voice was scratchy and quiet but the hands holding me tightened, telling me that they heard me. “We are leaving now. I’m bringing you home.” I nodded, leaning against his chest as he picked me up like I weighed nothing. My eyes were too heavy to open so I just listened to the wind as Alan raced through the forest. “Kat, love, you need to break the bond when we cross the border. After that, you can sleep, alright?”

Hell, even letting her run patrols in general made me feel horrible. I pulled off my clothes and shifted, running north. The pull to her was easy to follow. Though, now she was a little more northeast than she had been. Bounding through the fields into the woods, I followed her where the bond took me. Slowing near the border, I could tell she wasn’t too far. ‘Dallas, I’m going over the border for a little.’ ‘Sure, Alpha.’

"Jaxon is at the border river. He is miles away from this sanctuary." "He sent his musk into my halls, Coral," Clyde growls, his gravelly baritone a low, subterranean rumble that vibrates through the damp stone beneath my feet. He steps into my personal space, his massive frame completely blotting out the light of the candles. His hands fly up to capture my waist, his broad palms digging into my skin with a heavy, bruising protectiveness. "He looked at my mate's mark from the deep jungle and thought he could claim the fire. I am not letting the air touch your skin until I tear his throat out." The emotional friction between us, stretched to a breaking point by the impending storm at the border, explodes right there at the water's edge.

Alpha Kael glanced down. The corner of his mouth lifted. “You finally noticed,” he said lightly. He leaned closer. “Little cat.” My face burned hotter. I looked away, embarrassed, my heart beating too fast for something that was supposed to be practical. This was just to keep me stable. That was all. That had to be all. x x x The border smelled wrong. Metal. Blood. Burnt earth. The wind cut across the open land, sharp and restless. Somewhere ahead, chains clinked softly.

I've never enjoyed shopping for clothes for obvious reasons, but today I was loving it. We went to so many stores and I bought some clothes, not as risky as Cynthia was pointing out but some that I know Braddock will like. When we returned to the border and seen a moving truck we were surprised. I got out seeing Braddock at the border talking to a beautiful red headed woman. As I approached her words hit me like a sledgehammer to the gut, "I am the fucking Luna and this pup in my womb is yours Brad," her voice screamed.

But now that it was understood, I had to confront the nightmare that would be my reality. “Don’t call me that.” “You’re right,” he said. “It’s not original—I shall think of something better. Perhaps Andronika Onehand. Or Andronika Axethief. Or Andronika ScorchedPalm. Moonlit shadow pack emerged in the distance, but everything was fuzzy, the buildings blending into one another in a hideous smear. “I don’t like you.” “Good. You shouldn’t.” His grip tightened around my waist as he urged the horse into a gallop.

“I’ve investigated how Glenda and Bryson’s winning on the Dead Border is related to the other packs colluding rebellion with the Rogues.” When he said that, everything I was feeling vanished as I became filled with overwhelming shock and curiosity. The Dead border was the border on the Southern battlefield, which Bryson and Glenda had won before. I dropped the cup of tea and looked at him seriously. I leaned closer to the table and asked, “What did you get?” He pulled a letter or some kind of document from the drawer beside him and pushed it toward me. Nodding at it in a gesture, he told me to open it.

“Form up at the border! Move!”The warriors fanned out, their movements quick and practiced, while Darius led the way, his strides long and sure. I kept pace, my heart racing, Luna stirring inside me, eager for a fight. The border wasn’t far, just past the tree line, where the pack’s territory met the wild. As we ran, I could feel it—something dark, heavy, pressing against my senses.

I walked away and buried the bond, buried her, and became everything the realm needed me to be. I learnt to live with the pain, and I thought she was happy somewhere else now. I had managed to rewrite our fates. Now she’s here. The bond is real, alive and I’ve done the one thing I swore I never would— I bound us together. I married her. I leave my room to the war room, I sit in the war room long after the others have gone. The fire burns low, shadows curling up the walls. I don’t feel the warmth.

Heather seemed to realize that I was really angry this time, and she anxiously said, “Are you angry because I faked a wedding with Liam? Don’t worry. I’ll go back and tell everyone that I’m not really married to him. Just don’t hold my mother accountable. “If you don’t believe me, I promise that once my mother’s home, I won’t meet up with Liam again.” Heather spoke so sincerely, but I was already sick of those words. After all, she used this tactic often. Whenever she mentioned cutting ties with Liam, he would just protect her even further and do whatever it took to fulfill her wishes. Naturally, it was the same this time. As if something had triggered him, Liam screeched, “Are you done throwing your tantrum, Naomi?!

Chapter 51: Wandering Luna POV: Ariana The borderlands were no place for the faint of heart. They stretched beyond the safety of pack borders, beyond the watchful eyes of humans who traded loyalty for gold. Dust rose like smoke from the dry earth, tangled with the scent of rain-soaked soil, carrion, and wild musk. Wolves moved in the shadows, cautious, wary of humans and rogue packs that stalked them. I walked among them unseen, a ghost in the wind, a whisper in the night.

Rogue attack at the south and east border , Orion and I rush to the balcony to jump , we both shift in mid air . " Len, I'll go to the south border , you go to the east," he says over our mind-link as he lands on Onix’s big paws . ‘ Ok , Orion Yanrah is at the south border shadowing ‘ I say back as Jewel sprints in the other direction . " Ok stay safe my love," he says before shutting off the link . It takes us six minutes to reach the east border , I could feel the excitement coming off Jewel .