Chapter 2
“Mate.” That single word shatters everything. I freeze, unable to even blink. Aiden Blackwood is my mate? A flicker of something close to disbelief crosses his face, but before I can say anything, before I can even take a step toward him... Everyone begins to laugh. It’s loud, sharp, and mocking. Aiden’s friends exchange glances before one of them barks out a laugh. “No way. You’ve got to be kidding.” “The future Alpha… mated to an omega?” another one sneers. “No, no—a maid. That’s even worse.” The words hit me like a slap. I shrink into myself, gripping the plates tightly, my knuckles white. Aiden doesn’t move. His jaw clenches, his entire body going rigid. I wait, wait for him to say something. To stop them. To acknowledge me. Instead, his expression turns cold. Then, in a voice that cuts deeper than any insult, he growls, “I cannot be mated to a filthy omega. A maid at that.” My stomach drops. The flicker of hope I held onto just moments ago vanishes into the wind. I was destined to suffer. Aiden steps back, looking away as if I am nothing more than an unfortunate inconvenience. As if this moment, the bond the Moon Goddess herself created, means absolutely nothing. Pain ripples through my chest, sharp and suffocating. My wolf, the one I had only just awakened hours ago, whimpers inside me. I barely had time to feel her presence before this… before him. And now, she is just as broken as I am. My fingers tremble around the plates I’m still holding. My vision blurs, not from tears, no, I refuse to cry. But from the shame of the rejection pressing down on me. Aiden doesn’t look at me again. Instead, he turns to his friends, a forced smirk tugging at his lips as if this is some kind of sick joke. “You really think the Moon Goddess would mate me with… that?” he scoffs, shaking his head. They begin laughing again, sharp and even more mocking. I can’t move, can’t breathe. It’s as if my feet are deeply rooted in the floor. It wasn’t supposed to be like this. Mates were supposed to love, cherish, and protect each other. Mates were supposed to be a blessing. Not this. Not a humiliation. My wolf whimpers again, but I shove her down, shoving down everything I feel because I know if I let it overwhelm me now, I will crumble. And I can’t afford to break. Not here. Not in front of them. Aiden’s friends are still laughing, but one of them sneers, nudging him. “Go on, Alpha. Reject her properly.” Aiden’s smirk falters. His fists clench. I see it, the hesitation in his eyes, the flicker of something almost like doubt. But then, it’s gone just as quickly as it came. He shakes his head. “No need.” His voice is cold. “She’s nothing to me. Never will be.” I flinch hard, and that’s when I know, he’s not rejecting me. Not yet. He wants me to suffer. He’s an alpha and I a lowly omega. The bond will hurt the weaker one, and that’s me. “Pick up those plates and get out of my sight,” he orders, his voice sharp with authority. I can’t move. Aiden takes a step closer, towering over me, his hazel eyes fixed on me. “Did you not hear me, Omega?” The way he says it, like I am filth, like I am nothing. It cuts deeper than I thought possible. Slowly, I kneel, gathering the plates stiffly. I keep my head down, forcing myself to swallow the lump in my throat. After I finish, I stand, holding the plates tightly, and without another word, I turn and walk away. The moment I step into my small cot, the tears I’ve been holding back finally break. Silent sobs rack my body as I sink onto the thin mat, my arms curling around myself. My chest aches, physically aches. It’s like my heart is being torn apart from the inside. Because maybe it is. I don’t know how long I sit there, shaking, but when I hear the soft creak of my window, my breath catches. I freeze. The omega quarters are locked at night. The familiar scent of warm cedar and spice fills the air. My heart stutters and I turn, and there he is. Aiden. Standing in my room, his body tense, his hazel eyes dark and on me. I scramble to my feet, confusion swirling inside me. “What are you doing here?” His gaze sweeps over me, lingering on the way my shoulders shake before he steps forward, closing the distance between us. “I want you,” he confesses. My eyes widen, his words slamming into me, knocking the air out of me. I shake my head, taking a step back. “But you…” My voice cracks. “You rejected me.” His jaw clenches. “I had to.” I stare at him, unblinking. “You had to?” Aiden exhales sharply, running a hand through his dark hair, frustration clear in his eyes. “My friends, everyone. Do you know what they would’ve said? What my father would’ve thought if I just accepted an omega as my mate in front of them?” I feel sick. “So you humiliated me instead?” “I was stupid,” he says quickly, stepping even closer. “I shouldn’t have done that. But I had to make them believe you were nothing to me. At least for now.” His fingers reach for mine, but I pull away. “You made them believe it. You made me believe it.” “I know,” he breathes, frustration flashing in his eyes. Then, softer, “I know, Emma. But you are my mate. The Moon Goddess gave you to me. And I don’t care what anyone says. I want you. I’ll be proud of you.” I squeeze my eyes shut, the words making my head spin. “Tomorrow,” he continues, his voice dropping low. “I’ll tell my father and mother. We’ll make it official.” My breath hitches. Official? I want to believe him. Desperately. I want to believe that this moment, this change is real. That he means it. That my mate, the man who humiliated me just hours ago, now wants to claim me. But I’m afraid. Aiden must see the hesitation in my eyes because his expression softens. “Don’t hold back, Emma.” Then his lips are on mine. Warm and insistent. I gasp against him, but he doesn’t stop. He deepens the kiss, his hands gripping my waist, pulling me flush against him. I should push him away. I should. But the moment his fingers dig into my hips, the moment his mouth moves against mine with desperation, my body betrays me. I don’t push him away. I melt into him.Chapter 3The first thing I feel when I wake up is warmth. I shift slightly, my body sore from the night before, and heat rises to my cheeks. The flimsy sheet barely covers me, but I don’t move to pull it up. Instead, I let myself bask in the moment, in the lingering scent of Aiden all over me.He didn’t reject me. He had chosen me.I had given myself to him because I believed in the bond, in the promises he made last night. That he wanted me. That he would claim me. That I was his.A small smile tugs on my lips, I open my eyes just as I hear the rustling of fabric, and my heart skips at the sight of him standing by the window, shirtless, pulling on his pants with ease. His muscles ripple under his tanned skin. The early morning light shines across his face, making him look even more breathtaking.I watch him silently, my heart swelling with something dangerously close to hope.Then he turns, noticing I’m awake. A slow smirk curves his lips as he walks over, sitting at the edge of my
Chapter 4I don’t know how long I run.The world around me is a blur, trees stretch endlessly, swallowing me whole as my bare feet pound against the cold forest floor. My breath is ragged, my lungs burning, but I don’t stop. I can’t.The sound of laughter still rings in my ears.Aiden’s smirk.His lips on hers.His father’s voice declaring her as his fiancée.The betrayal cuts deeper than any wound. I was foolish. I let myself believe in him, in his promises, in the warmth of his touch. And for what? To be humiliated? Used?Tears sting my eyes, but I blink them away. I won’t cry for him. Not anymore. The only thing keeping me moving is the desperation to get away.Away from Aiden. Away from the Blood Moon Pack. Away from everything. My breath is ragged, my body screaming for rest, but I refuse to stop.My wolf is weak from the heartbreak, unable to guide me, and I know I won’t last long without food or water. My vision swims, my legs trembling beneath me.Then I hear it. The soft rush
“Mate.”The words slam into me like a punch to my gut, knocking the air out of me. My face drains of color instantly, my eyes widen.“What?”The guards stiffen. One of them visibly flinches.I don’t react at first. I can’t. My heart is hammering so violently it drowns out every other sound.No, no, no, no. Not again.I grip the chains tighter, my breathing shallow. I don’t want this. I don’t want to be tied to another man, another Alpha, another monster who will only break me.But the bond snaps into place, a warmth I don’t want. A pull I refuse to acknowledge. My wolf, weak and dormant, stirs sluggishly, recognizing him instantly.The Lycan King doesn’t move. He just watches me, his eyes calm and void of emotion. Then he speaks again.“Unlock the cage.”The guards hesitate. “Sire, she’s a rogue—”His gaze flicks to them, and the air grows unbearably hot. “I gave you an order.”It isn’t loud. It isn’t shouted. But the weight of his voice makes the men scramble to obey. The keys jangle
I sit on the bed, staring at the untouched tray of food. My stomach aches, but I don’t care. It’s been two days since I managed to land myself in the Lycan king's pack, and in those two days, I’ve managed to stay in here without making any noise.I haven’t seen Kieran since that day. I’d mostly perceive his scent outside the door, but he didn’t come in, and for that, I am thankful.A knock at the door makes me tense. Before I can say anything, the door opens, and a maid steps inside, carrying another tray. She looks nervous, her hands gripping the sides tightly.“My lady,” she says carefully. “You should eat.”My lady? Is this really my reality? I shake my head, not looking at her. “Take it away,” I mumbled.She hesitates. “But, His Majesty—”“Please go,” I cut in, my voice flat. “I’m not hungry.”She shifts uncomfortably. “You haven’t eaten since—”“Take it away.” The words snap out before I can stop them. Frustration coils in my chest, and I regret it immediately. I’m already frustr
After a few days of being locked inside this room, I was finally tired of the confinement. I hesitated at the door, my fingers curling around the handle, my nerves all over the place. I could no longer sit still while listening to the pack members laughing outside the door or hear them grunting while training. The room I was given was a stark contrast to the one I was used to in the Bloodmoon Pack. It was painted in a soft pink color, with large windows to let the air in, and a large queen-sized bed to envelop every part of me. It was more beautiful than I was used to, and quite frankly, not what I was accustomed to. As much as I loved staying in there and hiding from the world, it was beginning to get tiring. My wolf, whom I still wasn’t accustomed to, was whining and writhing inside of me, begging to be set free for even a second. After what happened with Aiden, she had gone silent until Kieran came along. Now, I could feel her excitement inside me, and as much as I tried to shov
Chapter 8I couldn’t believe this. He’s actually coming along with me to run? Why? Why was this man hell-bent on making me stay here? Why isn’t he following the normal rules? He’s a Lycan king, and I am an omega. A lowly one at that. Shouldn’t he be infuriated to be given a person like me as a mate? Shouldn’t he want better as a king with a reputation like his?I dragged my feet as we walked towards the woods. I couldn’t help but pray to the goddess for some kind of intervention. Let someone call him so he would leave me alone to run. Of course, that doesn’t happen. The goddess never really listened to anything I want.He stopped walking as soon as we got to the clearing, and I stopped too. I could immediately tell this was where the pack members would usually shift before going for their run.I looked around quietly as I gnawed on my lips. There was no escape here.“You’re stalling,” he said, his deep voice breaking through my thoughts.I forced my hands to my sides, balling them int
Chapter 9“Have the Silvermoon pack report to me on why their Alpha has suddenly disappeared from the pack…and why no one thought it important enough for me to know.”“Understood, Alpha,” Tobias nods.He starts to speak again, something about the crisis in the northern region, but I barely hear him. My thoughts are elsewhere, consumed by her.After her collapse in the woods, she has withdrawn into herself again. Silent. Distant. Not like she wasn't ever distant.A familiar frustration coils in my chest. She's in my home now, under my protection, yet she still feels like a ghost, slipping through my fingers.“Kieran.”Tobias's voice jolts me from my thoughts.I blink at him. He's frowning.“What's going on?” he asks. “I've been talking about the northern region for the past five minutes, but you haven't heard a word. Is something wrong?”I exhale, leaning back against my desk, arms crossed.“She has marks.”Tobias tilts his head. “Marks?” he repeats.I nod. “On her arms...” the memory
The packhouse is quiet.Too quiet.For the past two days, I’ve heard constant movement…footsteps in the halls, voices, and grunting of those training. But now, stepping out of my room for the first time, everywhere was silent, almost as if no one was in the pack house.Did something happen?I hesitate in the doorway, half-expecting someone to stop me. But no one does. I look around, hesitant, but still, no one stops me, so I take a step forward, then another, forcing myself to breathe.It’s fine. I’m just getting water.The kitchen isn’t hard to find. It’s big, like everything else in this place, and completely empty. A large silver sink, dark granite countertops, the shelves were stacked with food I don’t dare touch. I don’t belong here.Still, my throat is dry. Ignoring the voice in my head that tells me to leave and not touch anything, I grab a glass and fill it quickly from the sink. Just a sip. Just enough to ease the dryness in my throat.But as I turn to leave, I slam into some
The packhouse is quiet.Too quiet.For the past two days, I’ve heard constant movement…footsteps in the halls, voices, and grunting of those training. But now, stepping out of my room for the first time, everywhere was silent, almost as if no one was in the pack house.Did something happen?I hesitate in the doorway, half-expecting someone to stop me. But no one does. I look around, hesitant, but still, no one stops me, so I take a step forward, then another, forcing myself to breathe.It’s fine. I’m just getting water.The kitchen isn’t hard to find. It’s big, like everything else in this place, and completely empty. A large silver sink, dark granite countertops, the shelves were stacked with food I don’t dare touch. I don’t belong here.Still, my throat is dry. Ignoring the voice in my head that tells me to leave and not touch anything, I grab a glass and fill it quickly from the sink. Just a sip. Just enough to ease the dryness in my throat.But as I turn to leave, I slam into some
Chapter 9“Have the Silvermoon pack report to me on why their Alpha has suddenly disappeared from the pack…and why no one thought it important enough for me to know.”“Understood, Alpha,” Tobias nods.He starts to speak again, something about the crisis in the northern region, but I barely hear him. My thoughts are elsewhere, consumed by her.After her collapse in the woods, she has withdrawn into herself again. Silent. Distant. Not like she wasn't ever distant.A familiar frustration coils in my chest. She's in my home now, under my protection, yet she still feels like a ghost, slipping through my fingers.“Kieran.”Tobias's voice jolts me from my thoughts.I blink at him. He's frowning.“What's going on?” he asks. “I've been talking about the northern region for the past five minutes, but you haven't heard a word. Is something wrong?”I exhale, leaning back against my desk, arms crossed.“She has marks.”Tobias tilts his head. “Marks?” he repeats.I nod. “On her arms...” the memory
Chapter 8I couldn’t believe this. He’s actually coming along with me to run? Why? Why was this man hell-bent on making me stay here? Why isn’t he following the normal rules? He’s a Lycan king, and I am an omega. A lowly one at that. Shouldn’t he be infuriated to be given a person like me as a mate? Shouldn’t he want better as a king with a reputation like his?I dragged my feet as we walked towards the woods. I couldn’t help but pray to the goddess for some kind of intervention. Let someone call him so he would leave me alone to run. Of course, that doesn’t happen. The goddess never really listened to anything I want.He stopped walking as soon as we got to the clearing, and I stopped too. I could immediately tell this was where the pack members would usually shift before going for their run.I looked around quietly as I gnawed on my lips. There was no escape here.“You’re stalling,” he said, his deep voice breaking through my thoughts.I forced my hands to my sides, balling them int
After a few days of being locked inside this room, I was finally tired of the confinement. I hesitated at the door, my fingers curling around the handle, my nerves all over the place. I could no longer sit still while listening to the pack members laughing outside the door or hear them grunting while training. The room I was given was a stark contrast to the one I was used to in the Bloodmoon Pack. It was painted in a soft pink color, with large windows to let the air in, and a large queen-sized bed to envelop every part of me. It was more beautiful than I was used to, and quite frankly, not what I was accustomed to. As much as I loved staying in there and hiding from the world, it was beginning to get tiring. My wolf, whom I still wasn’t accustomed to, was whining and writhing inside of me, begging to be set free for even a second. After what happened with Aiden, she had gone silent until Kieran came along. Now, I could feel her excitement inside me, and as much as I tried to shov
I sit on the bed, staring at the untouched tray of food. My stomach aches, but I don’t care. It’s been two days since I managed to land myself in the Lycan king's pack, and in those two days, I’ve managed to stay in here without making any noise.I haven’t seen Kieran since that day. I’d mostly perceive his scent outside the door, but he didn’t come in, and for that, I am thankful.A knock at the door makes me tense. Before I can say anything, the door opens, and a maid steps inside, carrying another tray. She looks nervous, her hands gripping the sides tightly.“My lady,” she says carefully. “You should eat.”My lady? Is this really my reality? I shake my head, not looking at her. “Take it away,” I mumbled.She hesitates. “But, His Majesty—”“Please go,” I cut in, my voice flat. “I’m not hungry.”She shifts uncomfortably. “You haven’t eaten since—”“Take it away.” The words snap out before I can stop them. Frustration coils in my chest, and I regret it immediately. I’m already frustr
“Mate.”The words slam into me like a punch to my gut, knocking the air out of me. My face drains of color instantly, my eyes widen.“What?”The guards stiffen. One of them visibly flinches.I don’t react at first. I can’t. My heart is hammering so violently it drowns out every other sound.No, no, no, no. Not again.I grip the chains tighter, my breathing shallow. I don’t want this. I don’t want to be tied to another man, another Alpha, another monster who will only break me.But the bond snaps into place, a warmth I don’t want. A pull I refuse to acknowledge. My wolf, weak and dormant, stirs sluggishly, recognizing him instantly.The Lycan King doesn’t move. He just watches me, his eyes calm and void of emotion. Then he speaks again.“Unlock the cage.”The guards hesitate. “Sire, she’s a rogue—”His gaze flicks to them, and the air grows unbearably hot. “I gave you an order.”It isn’t loud. It isn’t shouted. But the weight of his voice makes the men scramble to obey. The keys jangle
Chapter 4I don’t know how long I run.The world around me is a blur, trees stretch endlessly, swallowing me whole as my bare feet pound against the cold forest floor. My breath is ragged, my lungs burning, but I don’t stop. I can’t.The sound of laughter still rings in my ears.Aiden’s smirk.His lips on hers.His father’s voice declaring her as his fiancée.The betrayal cuts deeper than any wound. I was foolish. I let myself believe in him, in his promises, in the warmth of his touch. And for what? To be humiliated? Used?Tears sting my eyes, but I blink them away. I won’t cry for him. Not anymore. The only thing keeping me moving is the desperation to get away.Away from Aiden. Away from the Blood Moon Pack. Away from everything. My breath is ragged, my body screaming for rest, but I refuse to stop.My wolf is weak from the heartbreak, unable to guide me, and I know I won’t last long without food or water. My vision swims, my legs trembling beneath me.Then I hear it. The soft rush
Chapter 3The first thing I feel when I wake up is warmth. I shift slightly, my body sore from the night before, and heat rises to my cheeks. The flimsy sheet barely covers me, but I don’t move to pull it up. Instead, I let myself bask in the moment, in the lingering scent of Aiden all over me.He didn’t reject me. He had chosen me.I had given myself to him because I believed in the bond, in the promises he made last night. That he wanted me. That he would claim me. That I was his.A small smile tugs on my lips, I open my eyes just as I hear the rustling of fabric, and my heart skips at the sight of him standing by the window, shirtless, pulling on his pants with ease. His muscles ripple under his tanned skin. The early morning light shines across his face, making him look even more breathtaking.I watch him silently, my heart swelling with something dangerously close to hope.Then he turns, noticing I’m awake. A slow smirk curves his lips as he walks over, sitting at the edge of my
Chapter 2“Mate.”That single word shatters everything. I freeze, unable to even blink. Aiden Blackwood is my mate?A flicker of something close to disbelief crosses his face, but before I can say anything, before I can even take a step toward him...Everyone begins to laugh. It’s loud, sharp, and mocking. Aiden’s friends exchange glances before one of them barks out a laugh.“No way. You’ve got to be kidding.”“The future Alpha… mated to an omega?” another one sneers.“No, no—a maid. That’s even worse.”The words hit me like a slap. I shrink into myself, gripping the plates tightly, my knuckles white.Aiden doesn’t move. His jaw clenches, his entire body going rigid.I wait, wait for him to say something. To stop them.To acknowledge me.Instead, his expression turns cold. Then, in a voice that cuts deeper than any insult, he growls, “I cannot be mated to a filthy omega. A maid at that.”My stomach drops.The flicker of hope I held onto just moments ago vanishes into the wind. I was