The Professor’s Mate: The Moonborn Legacy
The girl I'd chased, Moonborn or not—do I really want her blood on my hands?
Ragnar adjusted his hood, his voice dropping. "Time isn’t on our side. The Blood Moon will peak soon. Get her to Blood Moon alive. Or I will.”
He melted into the shadows, the forest swallowing him, leaving me alone with the crickets and the distant roar of the party. My hands trembled, the beer slipping from my grip, shattering on the gravel. What the hell was this? One side screaming to kill, the other to capture. Second thoughts clawed at me, doubt festering like an open wound. Was this the alpha I was meant to be? A puppet between fathers and allies, betraying love for power?