Chained by Bond
It began with blood.
The first rogue attack left the Hollow Moon Pack in ruins, its warriors slaughtered, its Alpha gravely wounded, and its heir, Silver White, desperate enough to cross into forbidden rogue territory in search of help.
That’s where she met him.
Arthur, the untamed Alpha of the Rogues, was born unwanted, raised in ash, and crowned in blood. He didn’t trust pack wolves. He didn’t believe in mates. And he certainly didn’t want her.
But the moment her scent hit him like wildfire laced with moonlight, the bond snapped into place.
And Arthur shattered it.
Coldly. Publicly. Without hesitation.
“You’re not mine,” he said. “You never will be.”