The first rays of sunlight filtered through the heavy curtains, casting a dim glow across the unfamiliar room. I blinked, disoriented, as the events of the past twelve hours came crashing back. My body felt heavy, weighed down by exhaustion and an overwhelming sense of dread.
I pushed myself up, the silken sheets sliding against my skin. The room was vast, easily three times the size of my old bedroom. Polished wooden floors stretched out before me, leading to a large bay window that overlooked a manicured garden. It was beautiful, but all I felt was a deep, gnawing anxiety.
"This can't be real," I whispered to myself, my voice sounding small in the cavernous room. "How did I end up here?"
My mind raced, replaying the events of the night before. The Ceremony. The crowds. And then... him. Zephyr Dalton. My mate. The most feared Alpha in all the packs.
I hugged my knees to my chest, trying to make sense of it all. Everything I'd learned at the Academy about The Raven Pack came flooding back:
"They're ruthless," I mumbled, ticking off points on my fingers. "Dangerous. Power-hungry. And now I'm mated to their Alpha." A hysterical laugh bubbled up in my throat, but I choked it back down.
Desperate for a distraction, I grabbed a book from the nightstand. It was leather-bound, its pages rough against my fingertips as I flipped through it. But the words blurred before my eyes, refusing to make sense.
A creak in the hallway made me jump, the book tumbling from my lap. My heart pounded as I stared at the gap beneath the door, watching for any sign of movement. A shadow passed by, and I held my breath, straining to hear any sound.
"Get it together, Thalia," I muttered, wrapping my arms around myself. "You can't hide in here forever."
Summoning what little courage I had left, I slid out of bed and grabbed a plush bathrobe from a nearby chair. It was soft against my skin, a small comfort in this strange new world. I cinched it tightly around my waist, as if it could protect me from whatever lay beyond that door.
My hand trembled as I reached for the doorknob. I took a deep breath, steeling myself, and stepped out into the hallway.
The corridor stretched out before me, lined with ornate paintings and gleaming sculptures. My bare feet sank into the lush carpet, muffling my steps as I made my way towards the grand staircase I'd glimpsed the night before.
As I descended, I couldn't help but marvel at the sheer opulence of the mansion. Intricate chandeliers hung from vaulted ceilings, casting prismatic reflections across the polished marble floors. Through tall windows, I could see a sprawling backyard with a fountain at its center.
"Wow," I breathed, running my hand along the smooth banister. "This place is..."
"Impressive, isn't it?" a voice called from below, making me nearly jump out of my skin.
I whirled around to see a young woman standing at the foot of the stairs. She was strikingly beautiful, with flowing golden hair and dark blue eyes that reminded me uncomfortably of Zephyr.
"I didn't mean to startle you," she said, her lips curving into a friendly smile. "I'm Billie, Zephyr's sister. And you must be Thalia, our new Luna."
I felt my cheeks flush at the title. "I... yes, that's me. It's nice to meet you, Billie."
Billie's smile widened as she gestured for me to join her. "Come on, let's get some breakfast in you. You must be starving after all the excitement yesterday."
I followed her into an enormous dining room, trying not to gape at the massive table that could easily seat twenty people. Ornate candelabras lined its length, and at the far end hung a painting of a man and woman with glowing wolf eyes. I shivered, averting my gaze.
"So," Billie said, pulling out a chair for me, "how are you settling in? I know it must be a lot to take in."
I sank into the chair, grateful for its support. "It's... overwhelming," I admitted, my voice barely above a whisper. "Everything happened so fast, and now I'm here, and I don't really know what I'm supposed to do or—"
"Hey, breathe," Billie interrupted gently, placing a hand on my arm. "No one expects you to have it all figured out right away. Even Zephyr's still learning, and he's been Alpha for years."
At the mention of Zephyr's name, I tensed. Billie must have noticed because she leaned in, her voice dropping conspiratorially.
"I know my brother can be... intense," she said with a wry smile. "He's got this whole brooding Alpha thing down to an art. But between you and me? He's just a big softie underneath all that gruff exterior."
I blinked, struggling to reconcile the image of the terrifying man I'd met with Billie's description. "He didn't seem very... soft... when we met," I mumbled.
Billie laughed, a warm, genuine sound that eased some of the tension in my shoulders. "Oh, trust me, he's a handful. Just the other day, he nearly bit the head off one of the pack members for bringing him the wrong kind of coffee. You should have seen—"
"Billie." A deep voice cut through the room like a knife, making me freeze in my seat. "I see you're already filling our Luna's head with nonsense."
Zephyr strode into the room, his presence immediately dominating the space. I kept my eyes fixed on the table, my heart hammering in my chest.
"Good morning to you too, sunshine," Billie quipped, seemingly unfazed by her brother's glower. "I was just giving Thalia here the inside scoop on what a ray of happiness you are in the mornings."
Zephyr's eyes narrowed. "Don't you have somewhere to be?"
"Nope," Billie replied cheerfully, popping the 'p'. "My schedule's wide open. Unlike some people, I don't have to terrorize the pack every waking moment."
I watched their exchange with a mixture of fascination and fear. There was clearly a deep bond between them, but also an undercurrent of tension I couldn't quite understand.
Zephyr's gaze finally landed on me, and I felt pinned in place by the intensity of his golden eyes. "I have business to attend to in town," he said, his tone clipped. "Billie will show you around the mansion and grounds. Try not to cause any trouble."
Before I could even think of a response, he turned on his heel and stalked out of the room. The silence he left in his wake was deafening.
Billie let out a low whistle. "Well, that was positively cheery for him. I think he likes you."
I stared at her in disbelief. "That was him... liking me?"
She grinned, reaching over to pat my hand. "Don't worry, you'll get used to his... unique charm. Now, how about that tour?"
As we walked through the mansion, Billie kept up a steady stream of chatter, pointing out various rooms and sharing amusing anecdotes about pack life. But my mind kept drifting back to Zephyr, to the weight of expectations that now rested on my shoulders.
"Billie," I said finally, as we paused in a sun-drenched conservatory. "How... how am I supposed to do this? I'm not cut out to be a Luna. I can't even shift, and now I'm mated to the most powerful Alpha in the region. I'm terrified."
Billie's expression softened. "Oh, honey," she said, pulling me into a unexpected hug. "No one's cut out for this at first. Not even Zephyr. You don't have to love him right away, you know. Get to know him first. Give it time."
I pulled back, blinking away tears I hadn't realized were forming. "But what if... what if I never love him? What if he never loves me?"
"Then you'll cross that bridge when you come to it," Billie said firmly. "For now, just focus on finding your place here. The rest will follow."
As Billie continued the tour, her words echoed in my mind. Find my place. It sounded simple enough, but as I looked around at the grandeur of the mansion, at the life I'd been thrust into overnight, I couldn't help but wonder: Was there really a place for someone like me in this world of power and politics? Or was I doomed to always be the outsider, the weak link in a pack known for its strength?
Only time would tell. And time, it seemed, was the one thing I had plenty of in this gilded cage.
The soft glow of the setting sun filtered through the sheer curtains, casting long shadows across my bedroom. I sat on the edge of the plush bed, my fingers absently tracing the intricate patterns on the silk duvet. The room smelled faintly of lavender, a scent I'd come to associate with this strange new home. It was meant to be calming, I supposed, but nothing could truly soothe the storm of emotions raging inside me.I closed my eyes, taking a deep breath. For a moment, I allowed myself to pretend that this was all a dream—that I'd wake up back in my old room, in my old life, where I was just Thalia. Not a Luna. Not the mate of the most feared Alpha in all the packs.A soft knock shattered my illusion."Thalia?" Billie's warm voice called from the other side of the door. "Are you decent?"I sighed, straightening my posture. "Come in, Billie."The door opened, and Billie stepped inside. I blinked in surprise. Gone was the casual, friendly girl I'd spent the day with. In her place sto
He crouched low, hidden in the shrubs along the front garden, eyes locked on her through the dim, filtered moonlight. Thalia Redfield, the Omega of the Nightshades Pack, was standing inside the mansion, visible just past the wide, glass doors. She was ethereal, almost otherworldly, her long brown hair falling softly past her shoulders, framing a delicate, slender frame. A beauty laced with sorrow and strength; anyone could see she’d lived through storms. She carried the grace of someone who had seen too much, and yet, here she was, holding herself with quiet dignity. It was infuriating to think of how Zephry Dalton, her mate, treated her. An Alpha of the Raven Pack, Zephry used her presence as a showpiece, a trophy, not the resilient, powerful soul he had at his side. To him, she was a possession, like a priceless artifact in a grand hall — something beautiful to look at, but not worth knowing. The man in the garden knew more about her than Zephry likely ever would. He saw past the q
ZephryThe council room felt like a cage. A cage filled with bickering alphas who couldn’t understand the word *no* if it hit them square in the face. “Let us reconsider, Alpha Zephry!” The Alpha of the Western Sea Pack's voice rang out, trying to pull me back to the table. But I’d had enough.I rose to my feet, towering over the assembled alphas for just a moment, letting them feel the weight of my silence before turning my back on them and striding toward the door. Behind me, I heard my second-in-command, Kobee, scrambling to follow. As soon as we reached the hallway, I slammed the door shut with a force that rattled the windows.The rage simmered inside me like a fire that wouldn’t die down. My hands were clenched tight as I raked them through my hair, trying to shake off the boil in my blood. My fingers gripped the edge of my desk, and in a swift, unthinking motion, I swept everything off it—papers, clipboards, the damn lamp. All of it clattered to the floor in a chaotic mess. I f
**Thalia**The dress was stunning. It clung to my figure in all the right places, the fabric flowing gracefully from my waist down. The light caught the silk in ways that made me feel like a princess. My reflection shimmered in the mirror as Billie worked her magic, curling my hair with precision and care. She placed most of it into a neat ponytail, leaving a few strands to frame my face. I watched her, not just in awe of her skill but in gratitude. She was careful with everything she did, her every movement intentional, her touch soft yet firm.I couldn’t help but feel a mix of excitement and terror. My eyes met hers in the mirror, and I caught the slight wrinkle in her brow, the small signs of concern."You don’t have to worry, Thalia," she said, her voice soft, soothing. "It’s just one Ball Dance."I forced a smile, my fingers absently tracing the necklace that hung around my neck, the delicate charm still unfamiliar against my skin. But there was something about the weight of it t
I wasn’t sure what to expect tonight at the Ball. Billie had warned me that it was a huge deal, especially for the Luna’s. Every Alpha from the Allied Packs would be there with their Luna’s and Beta’s in tow. Billie, of course, was tagging along as Zephry’s younger sister. I still couldn’t fathom having him as a brother—his arrogance and the way he carried himself like he was the top dog of everyone around him drove me insane. But despite all the frustration, I had to remind myself that I knew very little about him. I shouldn’t be so quick to judge, even though it felt like a lifetime of being stuck with an Alpha who had a short fuse and zero respect for anyone. I knew this was my destiny, though. I had no choice. I had to fulfill it."Okay, this is where I leave you to it, Thalia," Billie said, her voice playful as she watched Kobee and Rosco slip deeper into the crowd, their figures blending with the sea of people. Their suits and masks made them unrecognizable, just like everyone e
This new life with the Pack has shaken me down to my core, unraveling my sense of self in ways I hadn’t expected. It started with the Mating Ceremony, where Zephry claimed me in front of everyone, binding me to this Pack and dragging me to his mansion—a place that feels more like a gilded cage than a home. Billie was the first glimmer of kindness I encountered since becoming Luna. *Luna.* The title feels strange on my tongue, like it doesn’t belong to me. I’ve never been one to wear authority so publicly, yet now everyone calls me this grand title as if it changes who I am, as if I could ever forget my place as an Omega.Then there was the Ball, an event I’d been told was meant to be a celebration, a chance to learn about Zephry and my new life. But any fantasy I might have held about it quickly crumbled. Instead of bonding or joy, I found myself alone with Zephry in the mansion while the Pack reveled without me. I hadn’t spoken a word to him since. When he reached for me earlier, I d
I barely escaped Zephry’s wrath for being a minute late, though a twinge of relief hit me when he let my lateness slide. But more surprising than his patience was his unexpected approval of the outfit Billie left for me—a dress more daring than anything I’d usually wear. It felt like a new chapter in Zephry’s book, one where he seemed more like an ally than a tyrant, though I knew better than to trust appearances.As I came downstairs, dressed in the deep crimson gown that hugged my figure in places I wasn’t sure he’d even allow, his gaze latched onto me. The car ride that followed was thick with tension. Every time I glanced out the window, I could feel his eyes sweeping over me, lingering on the exposed expanse of my back, revealed by the dress's plunging cut. The fabric felt whisper-thin under his gaze, and I was all too aware of the bare skin he could see. His eyes roamed with an intensity that made me feel both vulnerable and oddly defiant, as if I were somehow challenging him by
"My name is Hogan Matelli," one man across from the lead speaker declared, his voice solid, carrying authority as he stood with an air of self-assurance. "I represent The Red Forest Pack." He gave a respectful nod toward the table, then took his seat. Following him, another man introduced himself. His tone was rough, edged with a low growl. "I am Isan Scanfordie, of The Southern Sun Pack." He dipped his head slightly, his eyes scanning the room with sharp intensity before sitting down. One of the elders rose, his posture dignified as he placed both hands on the table. "Naval Porty, representing The Canadian Wolf Pack." His voice was laced with wisdom and caution. When he took his seat, his gaze moved deliberately to the next man, a tall figure with colorful, streaked hair and eyes that seemed almost unnaturally bright. I felt a jolt of recognition. "Rosco?" I whispered, barely audible, my eyes locked onto him. He looked different, more authoritative—an Alpha, unmistakably. Rosc
ThaliaThe minutes stretched, blending into a quiet eternity as I sat in the stillness of the living room. The low hum of tension wrapped around me, until finally, the distant creak of the meeting room door echoed. Quick footsteps, firm and deliberate, retreated toward the front door. Agreement had been reached—on what, I had no idea. My thoughts swirled with questions: what had Zephry said to sway them? Or had he failed to convince them at all?Soft footsteps approached, stirring me from my musings. I glanced up to find Rosco standing before me, his mismatched eyes warm and glinting with familiarity. His gentle smile softened the sharp edges of my thoughts."Let me guess," I asked, quirking a brow, "Zephry screamed at everyone until they gave in?"Rosco chuckled, the sound low and soothing as he shook his head. "Not quite. He did try to convince them you were wrong, though." His hand raked through his hair, tousling the dark strands further. "But after hearing you speak as Luna, the
Nixon Blood. Thick, metallic, and warm, it dripped sluggishly from the deep gash on Mi'chi’s hand, pooling on the stone floor beneath him. The stale air in the dimly lit basement carried the coppery tang, mingling with the sharp stench of sweat and despair. Every breath Mi'chi took was a struggle, his chest rising and falling like a bellows as he wrestled against the pain. His wrist jerked involuntarily as Nixon's finger pressed mercilessly into the raw, ragged wound where Mi'chi’s pinky used to be. The Alpha’s movements were slow, deliberate, his face a mask of chilling detachment. Mi'chi’s scream split the silence, guttural and sharp, reverberating off the cold concrete walls. “You scream well,” Nixon said, his voice smooth but devoid of warmth. “The sooner you cooperate, the sooner your agony ends.” His golden eyes glimmered in the faint light, unblinking, predatory. Mi'chi spat, the glob landing near Nixon’s boots. “I’d rather die than betray my clan or the Luna,” he rasped, hi
Thalia The tension in the boardroom was suffocating, a thick, unyielding presence that pressed against my chest like a vice. Zephry sat at the head of the long mahogany table, his presence dominating the room as his golden eyes blazed with barely restrained fury. I felt the weight of his gaze on me, lingering far too long for comfort, stripping away any illusion of power I might have had in this space. The outfit he had forced me to wear—a fitted black dress that clung uncomfortably to my skin—left me feeling exposed, every glance from the Alphas around the table like a dagger slicing through my resolve. I sat rigid, my hands clasped tightly in my lap, trying to ignore the whispers and stray looks. This wasn’t the first time Zephry had paraded me like some kind of prize. Rosco’s quiet smile from across the table was the only kindness I could grasp onto. It was fleeting, but it steadied me, grounding me in this hostile space. Rosco had been a rare ally in this mess, a beacon of decen
The heavy wooden door of the mansion creaked open, and as I stepped inside, the atmosphere shifted. Whispers ceased, and all heads turned toward me. My boots echoed on the marble floor, a deliberate reminder of my authority. A figure approached, bowing deeply as I entered the grand foyer."You've finally returned, Alpha," the man greeted, his voice reverent but tinged with unease. His posture was stiff as he glanced upward, his smile tight. "I assume you’ve tracked the Luna?"I let out a short, humorless laugh, my lips curving into a smirk. "You ask me as if I would fail." My voice carried a sharp edge, a warning to anyone who dared doubt me. "She won’t see it coming when things escalate. The clock is ticking, and soon, Thalia will have no place to run."The man nodded quickly, relief flickering across his features as he avoided my piercing gaze. "Alpha, there's a... guest waiting for you. In the basement."I arched a brow, feigning curiosity, though I already suspected what awaited m
ThaliaZephry’s gaze locked onto mine, unwavering, sharp, and intense. It made my stomach churn uneasily, but thankfully, Billie was there. If Zephry had any intentions that spelled trouble, I was confident Billie would intervene. Still, my muscles tensed under his stare. I dared a quick smile in Billie’s direction, relieved to see her returning it as she rounded Zephry and made her way toward me.Even as Billie approached, I couldn’t peel my eyes away from Zephry. The usual guarded layers of his clothing were stripped away, replaced by a simple tank top that left little to the imagination. His long, muscled arms, hairless and faintly glowing in the light, looked like they belonged to a sculpted statue. A faint webbing of veins curved along his forearms, each one a testament to his strength. Despite the intimidating display, a sprinkling of freckles—like those scattered across his face—softened the harshness of his form, creating a maddening contradiction of beauty and power.“Morning
BillieHumming was one of the few things that kept me calm, especially when I was either working in the kitchen or with Zephry during one of his daily temper tantrums. As I chopped chives and fruits to prepare Thalia’s favorite dish, my thoughts drifted to her and Zephry as a whole. The sunlight streamed through the trees, dappling the room with golden light, while the gentle wind danced with the leaves outside. It was a scene meant for serenity, but my mind betrayed me, pulling me back to him.The memories were relentless, dark and unyielding. All the terrible things that happened years ago rose to the surface like jagged shards of glass, cutting through my peace. No matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t recall anything good about Zephry—or him—since then. But a stubborn hope lingered. If Zephry could just see Thalia for who she truly was, maybe, just maybe, we’d finally get a glimpse of the real Zephry we’d begged for all these years."Thinking about me like that won’t work, Billie,"
As I slipped through the front door, the creak of the hinges sent a shiver down my spine. I barely had time to shut it quietly before a voice sliced through the silence."Glad to see you again, Thalia."I flinched, my heart leaping into my throat. Spinning around, I saw Billie leaning casually against the staircase, arms crossed and a sly grin curling her lips. Even in the dim light, her resemblance to Zephry was uncanny—the same sharpness in her gaze, the same air of authority."Where have you been?" she asked, her tone deceptively light. "I didn’t realize Lunas had free passes to come and go as they pleased."The knot in my stomach tightened. "Billie, please don’t tell Zephry," I whispered, tiptoeing closer, my hands clasped as if in prayer. My whole body was tense, every muscle screaming at me to flee, but I knew better. Running wouldn’t save me—not from Billie and certainly not from Zephry.She tilted her head, her dark eyes catching the faint glimmer of light from the hallway. Th
The rain poured harder with every step I took deeper into the forest. The steady rhythm of water striking leaves and pooling in the soil created a natural symphony, a melody both soothing and unsettling. My clothes clung to my skin, heavy with the downpour, and I abandoned my hood, letting the rain saturate my hair and stream down my face. The sensation was a mixture of freedom and surrender, the cool droplets a stark contrast to the warmth of my flushed cheeks. I had always loved the rain—its soothing cadence on long, quiet nights—but tonight, it felt different. As if it carried the weight of my guilt, distorting the world around me.Each step forward seemed to stretch the path infinitely, making me question if the forest had always been this vast or if my mind was playing tricks on me. Crickets chirped and insects buzzed in the underbrush, their tiny voices muffled by the storm. The earthy smell of rain-soaked moss and bark filled my lungs, grounding me, yet I couldn’t shake the fee
The familiar roads stretched out before me, winding between shrubs heavy with rain and memories I thought I had buried. Each step brought the scent of damp earth and pine—an aroma I had longed for, even in my dreams. The homes, small and quaint, stood like sentinels of a past I couldn’t quite escape, their weathered facades whispering of old wounds and fonder times. And then there were the people—faces I once knew so well, now blurred by time and distance. They walked with laughter on their lips, umbrellas forgotten as they pulled their coats tighter against the relentless downpour. I watched from my hiding spot, my hood pulled low, feeling like a ghost among the living. There he was—the Beta who had tormented me endlessly in my youth. Even in the rain, his posture was sharp, his gait as confident as ever. My chest tightened as I remembered his sneer at the Mating Ceremony, the disbelief in his eyes when my mate turned out to be an Alpha from another pack. A cruel twist of fate, or