Tessa POVThe first course was barely set down before the questions began - though they were veiled in smiles and wine-smooth words.Alpha Ronan’s voice broke through the rising murmur. “It’s a bold thing,” he said, slicing into a piece of seared venison with the same precision he might use gutting a threat, “bringing a Luna into politics before the bond has fully settled.”I didn’t flinch, though my spine straightened. He wasn’t wrong. But he wasn’t right, either.“She’s already earned her place,” Dorian replied evenly, not looking up from his glass. “Bond or not.”“And what of the Council?” Ronan continued, his tone casual, but his gaze sharp. “They won’t take kindly to a Luna who hasn’t been properly vetted. Especially one that comes with… history.”History. A polite way of saying claimed by another. My jaw tightened, but I kept my voice even. “They’ll get used to it.”Elara bit back a smile behind her wineglass. Caelan didn’t bother hiding his laugh.“She’s got more spine than hal
Tessa POV The water ran red.It trickled down my arms in thin, winding streams, spiraling along the curve of my wrists before vanishing into the drain. Steam curled around me, thick and suffocating, but I didn’t move. The scalding spray beat against my skin, raising angry welts where bruises had already begun to bloom.I braced my hands against the cold tiles, sucking in a sharp breath as pain flared through my ribs. He hadn’t held back tonight.I pressed my forehead against the wall, squeezing my eyes shut as memories of the last hour clawed at me.The way his fingers had dug into my arms, his breath reeking of whiskey as he hissed insults into my ear. The sharp crack of his palm across my cheek, the way I had crumpled to the floor without resistance. I never fought back anymore. Not when I knew it would only make it worse."You should be grateful I even keep you," Callum had sneered, looming over me. "A weak little thing like you would be nothing without me."I had stared at the flo
Tessa POV It was sudden. A ripple in the air, thick with dominance. A pressure settling over the room, forcing conversations to stall and heads to turn toward the entrance.A presence entered. I didn’t need to look to know he was there. I felt him first.And when I did turn - when my gaze finally locked onto the man standing in the doorway - my world tilted.The Alpha.He was a shadow against the warm candlelight, broad shoulders and a chiseled form wrapped in an elegant black shirt that fit him like sin. He wasn’t just tall - he loomed, a force of nature wrapped in flesh.Midnight-dark hair, slightly tousled, as if he couldn’t be bothered to tame it. Sharp features, aristocratic yet rugged, like a warrior forged through war.But it was his eyes that stole the breath from my lungs. Molten gold, gleaming like a predator catching scent of his prey.And right now? He was looking at me.Heat crept up my spine, an unfamiliar sensation curling low in my stomach. It wasn’t fear. It was somet
Tessa POVI couldn’t breathe. Not because the room was too crowded, not because of the heavy perfume hanging in the air.It was him. Dorian.Even after he disappeared into the crowd, the weight of his gaze lingered. Something shifted inside me the moment ours eyes met. A crack in the fragile world I had built around myself.I shouldn’t have looked at him. I shouldn’t have let myself feel anything.But now? Now I was trembling.I clenched my fists, forcing myself to stand tall. It was just a moment. A glance. A fleeting interaction with an Alpha who held no significance in mylife. And yet… I felt marked.Branded by the memory of golden eyes that had seen through me.“Tessa.”The sharpness of my name pulled me back, Callum’s voice laced with irritation.Iturned just as he stepped in front of me, his fingers curling around my wrist. Not enough to bruise - yet. But the message was clear. Mine."Are you deaf?" he hissed, his voice low enough that no one else could hear. His thumb dug into
Tessa POV I barely felt the cold night air as we stepped outside, my pulse still pounding from the dance.Dorian's touch still lingered on my skin, phantom heat seared into my memory. I could still feel him. The way he had held me - not like I was fragile, not like I was an object - but like I was someone he had already decided was his.A shudder ran through me. Not fear. Not entirely.Callum’s grip on my wrist was the opposite - crushing. Possessive in the worst way.He hadn’t spoken since dragging me away from the dance floor. But his silence was a promise.I glanced up at him, at the rigid line of his jaw, at the fury barely contained beneath his polished mask. He was waiting.Not here. Not in front of witnesses. But once we were alone.. I swallowed hard, dread curling in my stomach.The guests behind us were still laughing, still dancing. The music carried through the crisp night air, mocking me with its lightness. A perfect night for everyone but me.My steps slowed. Maybe if I l
Tessa POV The morning light was cruel.It filtered through the blinds like thin blades of gold, slicing across my skin, revealing every bruise he left behind. I moved slowly, my body stiff, aching from the night before - each movement a quiet reminder of how much I stopped feeling like a woman, like a person, and more like a thing to be hidden, controlled, used.The mirror was a liar.I stared at my reflection, dabbing concealer over the bluish bloom of a bruise just beneath my cheekbone. Another layer to hide the thin cut across my jaw. The one on my ribs - just beneath the edge of my dress - would remain unseen. I made sure of it. I always did.The room smelled like my lavender foundation and iron.I winced as I pulled my dress up over my shoulder. The deep burgundy fabric clung to me like a second skin - elegant, tailored, something any she-wolf would’ve been proud to wear to a formal meeting with an Alpha.But on me, it felt like armor. Thin, fragile, and barely covering the battl
Tessa POV A heavy silence hung in the air.I didn’t breathe. No one did.Alpha Dorian’s voice still rang my her ears, cold and commanding: "You’ll hand her over."Callum stepped forward, his hand tightening like a vice around my arm.The air in the room shifted, thick with tension, as he turned to face Dorian fully. His posture was stiff, but his eyes sparked with fury - and fear."You forget yourself," Callum said, his voice sharp with the edge of desperation. "You’re a guest here. A visiting Alpha - not my Alpha. This is not your territory."The silence cracked. Gasps from the gathered pack members, a few barely concealed murmurs.My heart dropped into my stomach.Callum raised his chin, defiant. "By werewolf law, she is my wife. My mate. You have no right to interfere in our bond."Dorian didn’t move. He didn’t blink.But the pressure in the room intensified, a storm gathering behind golden eyes. His power radiated outward like a silent detonation, sending shivers down spines. Wolv
I stood frozen, my wrist still held in Alpha Dorian’s grasp.His touch wasn’t cruel. It didn’t bruise. But it didn’t yield either.He stared at me in the moonlight, his golden eyes burning with a quiet authority that rattled my bones. There was no smugness in his face. No pity. Just that same calm certainty that made me feel both safer than I’d ever been - and more trapped than ever."You’re already mine."The words rang through me like a tether snapping tight."No," I whispered, though my voice betrayed the hesitation behind the word. "You can’t just claim me. I didn’t agree to anything...""You ran," he said simply, cutting me off. “From him. Toward me.”"I didn’t know you’d be here," I said, trying to twist out of his hold again. “I was running for myself.”"And yet,” he murmured, stepping closer, “here I am.”I hated the way my breath hitched. Hated the part of my wolf that stirred under his voice - not with fear, but with instinct. Recognition. Submission. Safety.He tilted his he
Tessa POVThe first course was barely set down before the questions began - though they were veiled in smiles and wine-smooth words.Alpha Ronan’s voice broke through the rising murmur. “It’s a bold thing,” he said, slicing into a piece of seared venison with the same precision he might use gutting a threat, “bringing a Luna into politics before the bond has fully settled.”I didn’t flinch, though my spine straightened. He wasn’t wrong. But he wasn’t right, either.“She’s already earned her place,” Dorian replied evenly, not looking up from his glass. “Bond or not.”“And what of the Council?” Ronan continued, his tone casual, but his gaze sharp. “They won’t take kindly to a Luna who hasn’t been properly vetted. Especially one that comes with… history.”History. A polite way of saying claimed by another. My jaw tightened, but I kept my voice even. “They’ll get used to it.”Elara bit back a smile behind her wineglass. Caelan didn’t bother hiding his laugh.“She’s got more spine than hal
Tessa POV My breath caught as Dorian finally stepped back, his hand lingering a moment too long on my waist before he forced it away. His chest rose and fell with shallow, restrained breaths - like holding back the need to shift, to claim, to devour.I didn’t move. Couldn’t. My legs felt boneless beneath me, my lips swollen and tingling, skin alive with the echo of his hands.He cursed softly under his breath and scrubbed a hand down his face, voice rough. “They’ll smell you if we don’t get this under control.”My cheeks burned. “They’ll smell you too.”His mouth twitched into something like a grin, but darker - possessive. “Good.”“Dorian.”A growl, low and reluctant, rumbled from his chest before he turned away. “I know. I know. I’ll change.”He moved toward the tall closet across the room, stripping the shirt from his body as he walked. I watched, helpless, as muscle and scars and power shifted beneath skin still dusted with dirt. Kael wasn’t gone. He was pacing just beneath the
Tessa POV The sun filtered through the high windows, casting long shadows across the suite’s stone floors. I stood barefoot on the cool surface, watching as Elara moved gracefully through the room with a tray of jewelry and dark lip stain.“You’re too calm,” I said, lips twitching.She arched a brow, tossing a look over her shoulder. “That’s because you’re panicking for the both of us.”I exhaled sharply through my nose. “Not panicking. Just… aware that I’m about to play hostess to several Alphas and their wolves in our private suite.”Elara set the tray down with a soft clink and turned to me fully, eyes gleaming. “You’ll be fine. You’re their Luna now. Time to make them see it.”She started with my hair - twisting it into a half-up style that exposed my neck but let the length spill over one shoulder. Loose enough to look effortless. Sharp enough to look dangerous. The makeup followed - subtle smudges of black along my lashes, a kiss of bronze at my cheekbones, a wine-stained mouth
Dorian POVShe was fire beneath me.No, she was something worse. Something that burned slow and deep, something that didn’t just set flesh alight but dug into the bone. I watched her come undone, mouth parted, eyes wide, body trembling beneath my hands - and I didn’t feel triumphant.I felt addicted.Kael was clawing at the edge of my skin, barely held back. The bastard wanted out. He wanted to break her down completely, to mark every inch of her until even her scent reeked of us."Ours", he growled. "She’s ours. Take her again. Harder. She likes it."“I know,” I murmured aloud before I even realized it, my voice wrecked.She stirred beneath me, a flush high on her cheeks, her eyes dazed and liquid in the low light.Fuck.I was losing control again.Every second I spent inside her, around her, touching her - I lost another inch of discipline I’d carved into myself over years of violence, wars, loss. She unraveled it with a look. With the way she said my name like it meant something.A
Tessa POVI pushed open the suite doors and shut them quietly behind me.The quiet was thick. Still. Heavy with that charged air I’d started to recognize.He was here.I stepped farther in, slipping out of my boots, the faint rustle of my shirt brushing my skin louder than it should’ve been in the hush of the room.“Lira told me you survived the first round of planning,” Dorian’s voice came from the shadows near the balcony, low and dark. “Did she frighten you yet?”I turned.He stood there - shirtless, barefoot, loose black slacks hanging low on his hips, a glass in one hand. The light from the setting sun gilded the hard lines of his chest, the ridges of his abdomen, the dark tattoo curling around his ribs.But it was his eyes that made me stop moving. They were already on me. Already… hungry.“She didn’t frighten me,” I said, voice softer than I meant. “But she did mention a pre-ceremony dinner. That we’re hosting it. Together.”His smile was slow, wicked. “Mm. That’ll be fun.”I r
Tessa POV I never thought planning a mating ceremony would feel like preparing for a siege.Elara led me through the wide halls of the estate like she was commanding a unit. A clipboard in her one hand, half a dozen color-coded notes in the other, pen tucked behind her ear, and a determination that could probably break steel.“So,” she said, sweeping into one of the sunlit sitting rooms just off the eastern corridor, “we’ve got six days. That’s enough time if we don’t waste a single minute.”Three other women were already seated around the low table, parchment, swatches of fabric, and floral samples spread out between steaming cups of tea.“This is Lira,” Elara nodded toward the eldest of the women - a graceful Omega with silver-streaked hair braided down her back. “She’s head of house operations. Every moving piece of this pack’s home flows through her.”Lira inclined her head with a warm smile that didn’t quite reach her sharp eyes. “And soon, Luna, you’ll be part of that flow.”I
Tessa POVThe sharp cry of a hawk overhead stirred me from sleep, golden light already slipping between the tall windows of the suite. The air smelled like dew and pine, and something else - leather, warmth, and Dorian.He wasn’t beside me. I blinked once, then heard the soft rustle of movement in the adjoining room.“I was about to come wake you,” came his voice, smooth and deep.I turned and found him standing at the edge of the bed. He was already dressed - in black tactical pants, a form-fitting long-sleeve shirt, and that alpha confidence that clung to him like a second skin.He tossed a small bundle onto the bed.“Training gear,” he said. “You’ve got twenty minutes. Don’t keep your pack waiting, Luna.”Luna.It still hit me like a new heartbeat, equal parts fire and fear. But this time, I didn’t flinch from it. I got up.By the time we reached the clearing, dozens of warriors were already assembled. The space was surrounded by trees, sunlight dappling the hard-packed earth. The
I lay across his chest, the soft blanket pulled halfway over us, our skin still slick from sweat, hearts slowing in sync. His fingers traced lazy circles against the curve of my back, and I felt… whole. Like I was right where I was always meant to be.“You didn’t have to give me all this,” I murmured against his skin, the new suite still glowing around us - luxurious, filled with future and promise.“I didn’t do it for you.” His voice was low and rough, but not cold.I pulled back just enough to look at him. “No?”“I did it for us.” His eyes met mine, molten and steady. “I’m done pretending I’m something I’m not. And I’m done hiding you.”The shift in his expression was subtle - something darker threading through the light.“I want the pack to see you standing beside me. ” He brushed a strand of damp hair from my face. “And I want the Luna ceremony done within the week. Vows. Bonding with pack. Everything.”I hesitated. “Dorian… what if they don’t accept me?”He stilled, his hand paus
Tessa POV Dorian’s head tilted slightly, the distant look in his eyes sharpening. Mind link. He didn’t speak, but I could feel the shift in his energy - tense, brief, then resigned. He brushed his lips against my temple and murmured, “I’ll be back in a minute,” before disappearing through the bedroom doors and down the hallway. I stood there, unsure, when Elara’s voice floated in behind me. “He hates those. Mind links, I mean.” She leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed loosely, her smile softening. “Feels like they pry into his peace.” I turned to face her. “Is it… something urgent?” She shrugged. “Maybe. Or maybe just annoying.” Then she stepped into the room and looked around. “He did all of this himself, you know. No help. No opinions. Not even mine.” I ran my hand over the velvet on the back of the armchair, still overwhelmed. “He didn’t have to-” “He needed to,” she cut in gently. “After everything… he needed something that felt like hope.” I looked at he