ddled on the floor, her arms wrapped tightly around her knees as the harsh cold air bit through the thin fabric of her clothes. The darkness of the night wa

attack on her pack, capture, the ruthless strength of the Alpha, and most of all, the relentless pulse beneath her skin. The mate

self as the thump of the bond grew louder, invading and interrupting her thoughts like a wildfire. It was unlike anything she had ever felt , raw, cons

ed promises, threats, and an ancient hunger that reached deep into her core. Somewhere beyond the heavy wooden door, she felt his presence , str

e , the comforting smell of pine, wildflowers and the chirping of the birds , her home ,her pack, her family. Thoughts flooded her mind, t

flexed her fingers, trying to push away the numbness spreading through them. Hunger gnawed at her stomach, but her pride

s, the murmur of voices, footsteps sounding through the stone corridor

ha appeared in the dim light. His presence filled the room, suffocati

ook away, staring

he asked, her voice t

his face, revealing the faint scars that mapped his brutal pas

is voice. "I'm not yours," she said, her voice

s body. His fingers reached out to brush a loose strand of hair from her face. The

e. "It's ancient and It's binding. You are mine by right , by

legends and stories . It was a force that tied two souls together, unbreakable and eterna

destiny," she whispered,

t it was cold

.

, the scrape of blades, the crackle of firewood burning in iron pits. The world she had been forced into was no

ing against the wooden floor. He tossed a bowl of stew an

runted befo

pride kept her rooted to the spot. She knew this wasn't

d the Alpha's room just down the hall, the subtle way

ar even amon

ate, she listened carefully to every sound, every whispered conversation through the cracks in the walls was a thre

g fire she could not ignore neither could she escape

to serve... or y

k under his threats no matter what. Somewhere deep

yours t

g her eyes. The pain, the fear, the burning bond , they

find

prophecy , an ancient tale of a Luna with fire in her blood who would survive the rogue worl

in a game far bigger than herself? Or was there a chance

rom her past. The forest had taught her resilience. The river had taught her flow. And n

.

recognized , the guards plotting, their voices laced with fear and resentment. They spoke o

ne. Maybe the chains binding her could be shatte

ought came a

her to the Alpha, but i

ld break the chains. And she would

etched her stiff limbs and sat up, the hunger in her belly a dull ache, b

uld su

e, her resolve was strong but