Elara’s stomach twisted with disgust as she realized what Marcus was implying. He wasn’t just offering her an escape; he was offering himself as a replacement for Luka.
“You want me to betray him,” she said, her voice low, anger simmering beneath the surface.
Marcus shrugged, his expression casual. “Luka’s already betrayed you,” he said simply. “Think about it. He’s left you here, alone, locked away like some fragile little doll. Is that the kind of mate you want? Is that the kind of life you want?”
Elara’s heart raced as his words dug deep into the wounds Luka had left behind. She hated the way they made sense, hated that Marcus’s voice was echoing her own private doubts. But she wasn’t about to let him manipulate her into abandoning everything she had fought for.
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Luka stared at her, his silver eyes searching her face as if trying to find some hidden truth in her words. For a moment, the tension between them was thick, and Elara thought she saw a flicker of doubt cross his face. But just as quickly, his expression hardened again.“I’ll do whatever it takes to protect you,” Luka said, his voice cold. “Even if you don’t understand it.”Elara’s heart sank, the weight of his words settling over her like a lead blanket. She had hoped, for a brief moment, that he might listen to her, that he might realize how far he had pushed her away. But Luka’s obsession with control, his need to dominate and protect her at all costs, had blinded him to the truth.Without another word, Luka turned and left the room, closing the door behind him with a finality that echoed in the small space.
With renewed determination, Elara pushed herself harder, running through the forest as fast as her legs would carry her. The trees blurred past her, the cool night air whipping against her face. She didn’t know how far she would have to run, but she knew that once she crossed the border of Crescent Moon Pack’s territory, she would be one step closer to freedom.But just as she approached the border, something made her pause. Her instincts screamed at her, a strange tingling sensation spreading through her body, alerting her to danger. She slowed her pace, her breath coming in shallow gasps as she scanned the area around her.And then she saw him.Standing at the edge of the pack’s territory, just beyond the tree line, was Alec.Elara’s heart stopped, her blood running cold at the sight of him. Alec stood tall, his silve
Elara stood before the mirror, gazing at her reflection as the last rays of sunlight bathed the room in golden light. She absentmindedly smoothed the deep blue silk dress that hugged her slender figure, her hands trembling slightly as she adjusted the neckline. Her long raven-black hair cascaded in soft waves down her back, and her emerald-green eyes—usually bright and full of life—were clouded with uncertainty.Tonight was supposed to be special. A celebration of her one-year anniversary as Luna of the Crescent Moon Pack, and more importantly, the anniversary of the day she and Luka Greyson, the Alpha, had completed their mate bond. It should have been a night filled with joy, a reminder of the bond they were meant to share, the love they were destined to have. But lately, things between them had been anything but joyful.Luka had grown distant over the past few months, his once attentive and warm nature slowly hardening into something cold, aloof, and indifferent. Their conversation
Back in her quarters, the silence was deafening. The candles had burned low, casting long shadows across the room. The dinner she had so carefully prepared remained untouched, the aroma of the food now bittersweet.Elara stood in the center of the room, her hands clenched into fists as the emotions she had held back finally broke free. The anger, the frustration, the sadness—it all surged through her in a wave that threatened to drown her.How had it come to this?She had once believed that the mate bond would bring her happiness, that it would bind her and Luka together in a way that nothing else could. But instead, it had become a chain, keeping her tethered to a man who didn’t see her, didn’t value her.Elara moved to the table and blew out the remaining candles, watching as the room was plunged into darkness. The soft glow of moonlight filtered through the window, casting a silver sheen over the room. It was beautiful in a way, but tonight, it only made her feel more alone.She c
Elara’s anger flared, disbelief giving way to frustration. “I can’t believe you’re accusing me of this. Marcus is your Beta! I’ve avoided him every time he’s tried to get too close, and you think I’ve been encouraging him?”“He wouldn’t be so bold if you hadn’t given him a reason to be,” Luka shot back, his voice cold. “I’ve seen the way you look at him when you think I’m not watching.”“You’re wrong,” Elara said, her voice shaking with a mixture of anger and hurt. “I’ve never—never—encouraged Marcus. I’ve tried to keep my distance from him because I know exactly what kind of man he is. But this? You think I’m flirting with him behind your back? How can you even say that?”“Because it’s the truth,” Luka said, his voice hard and unyielding. “And I don’t like being made a fool of.”Elara’s heart pounded in her chest, her mind racing as she tried to make sense of his accusation. How could Luka, her mate, the man she was supposed to be bonded with for life, accuse her of something so ridi
She sat up in bed, running her fingers through her hair as her thoughts raced. Something was missing in their bond, something that she hadn’t been able to identify, but she felt it in her bones. The connection between them was incomplete, broken in a way that she couldn’t explain. It was as if the bond had fractured, and no matter how hard she tried, she couldn’t figure out how to mend it.Maybe, she thought, if she gave it one more chance, she would find that missing piece. Maybe there was still something there, hidden beneath the anger and the hurt, that could be salvaged. If she could just reach Luka—if she could get him to open up, to remember the man he had been when they first met—maybe they could fix this.But just as Elara was beginning to convince herself that there was still hope, a sudden commotion outside shattered her thoughts.Her ears perked up, and she frowned, listening closely. The sound of hurried footsteps and muffled voices reached her through the window, and her
A few warriors, driven by instinct or perhaps curiosity, broke off from the group and shifted back into their wolf forms, chasing after the rogues as they fled toward the border. Elara watched as they ran, disappearing into the forest in pursuit of answers.But most of the Crescent Moon wolves stayed behind, their faces etched with confusion as they gathered in the clearing, talking amongst themselves in hushed tones.Elara’s gaze flicked toward the direction where the strange wolf had vanished, her thoughts still consumed by the encounter. She had been so sure, for just a moment, that it was Luka. But now, standing in the aftermath of the battle, she knew something far more complicated was at play.And then, through the crowd of warriors, she saw him. Luka.He stood near the edge of the clearing, his muscular frame still in wolf form, but he wasn’t fighting or talking. He wasn’t even moving. Instead, his silver eyes were fixed on the spot where the other wolf—the one who looked just
The battle had ended abruptly, the rogue wolves retreating as if some invisible force had pulled them away. The air was still thick with tension, and Elara’s heart pounded in her chest. The confusion and unease swirling in her mind were nearly overwhelming. She had seen the wolf that looked exactly like Luka, fought alongside warriors who had no explanation for why the rogues had vanished, and witnessed Luka himself staring after the mysterious wolf with an expression she had never seen on him before.But it wasn’t Luka. She knew it wasn’t. And yet, the wolf’s scent, his appearance, the pull of the mate bond—it had all been so disturbingly similar to her mate. Too similar to be a coincidence.As the pack slowly began to regroup, warriors tending to the wounded and trying to make sense of what had just happened, Elara stood apart from the others. Her mind was consumed by thoughts of the rogue wolf that had looked like Luka. He hadn’t attacked her—hadn’t even shown aggression. Instead,