Alexandria stood in front of her bedroom mirror, wiping a cloth with her split lip. Blood was in her mouth, the metallic taste of her battle with Vladimir. Her ribs ached where he had punched her, but ached the most was her pride.Vladimir thought he had won.But he had just made a fatal mistake.And she would make him pay.She spun when the door creaked open. One of her father's guards entered, dipping his head."The Elder summons you," he said.Alexandria breathed, dipping her head. "It's time."She threw a black cloak over her shoulders, covering bruises on her arms, and followed the guard through the darkness of the Elder's keep.Tonight, it would occur. The council chamber was cold and quiet. Dozens of elder wolves formed a half-circle, their faces thrown into shadow by flickering torchlight. At the center, her father—the Elder—sat unmoving, his face impassive as he regarded her coming."Alexandria," he said, voice heavy with the gravity of authority. "You called this conclave. S
One of the council members, a hard-bitten soldier with battle-scars on his face, leaned forward. "And what are you having us do, Alexandria? Deny an Alpha based on no facts but your wounded pride?"She bashed her hand down on the table. "My pride?" She talked with the icy edge of a knife amidst the din. "This is not about me! This is the future of our pack that is being put on the line! If Vladimir can break a blood bond without consequences, what will he destroy next? If he can trade away a Luna for a slave, how does that reflect on our traditions? Our strength?"The Elder's fingers pounded on the tabletop. "You want war."She glared back at him without blinking. "I want justice."There was a pause of a heartbeat. Then the Elder stepped away from the chair, releasing a deep sigh. "Vladimir has been a good leader. His leadership has not been without its successes."Alexandria's fingers curled into fists. "His leadership has also been founded upon lies."One of the combatants smiled. "Y
Alexandria was the first to sense the shift. The air was filled with tension that had not yet been released, the way the air is just before a storm. She saw Vladimir's body language shift slightly. His previously impenetrable confidence—his control—seemed to crack. He was losing his hold. And she was only just starting to see the cracks in his armor.Her lips curled up into a small, smug smile as she crept closer. She moved deliberately, every step calculated to push him back into the corner, a corner in which his arrogance and pride would cease to be defenses.Vladimir's golden eyes—eyes which had once held the entire pack in their pocket—glowed with uncertainty as he looked at Emereah, who stood frozen in the center of the room, trembling hands. She had just released her power—power that had been building up inside of her for so many years. It was raw and untrained. And the power that had been locked up was now loose.Reality hit him hard. Vladimir's grip on Emereah was weakening, un
Vladimir’s golden eyes flickered, but he quickly regained his composure. His lips curled into a mocking smile, a thin veil over his rising fury. He turned toward Alexandria’s father, his voice now laced with venom."Good thing you’re here, then," Vladimir said, his tone now cold and calculated. "I hereby denounce Alexandria as my mate. She is no longer of any use to me."The words arrived in Alexandria like a slap in the face. Her mind reeled, shattered by her heart as it struggled to absorb the enormity of his words. The cruel nastiness of rejection, of completeness—never loved. Always power. Everything about control.Now, publicly for all to see, before the entire membership of the council, he cast her aside like common garbage."Basha, coward." Alexandria snarled, her voice heavy with pain at having been betrayed. "Do you think that you can abandon me like a broken toy? You have taken a deadly risk."But Vladimir did not look her way either. His eyes were on Emereah, whose magic sti
Vladimir was heaving, his huge frame now trembling with fury and anger. "You are making a mistake," he growled. "All of you. I will show you that I'm the Alpha, and you all will listen to me."But Alexandria didn't flinch. She remained stationary, every statement she makes now laced with fact. "You have no dominance left. The pack will never listen to you."Her words hung in the air, and for a moment, Vladimir was immobilized. His gold-specked eyes fixed her, the anger in them dissolving into something uglier, something colder. He was losing, and the pain seared hotter than any punch could ever possibly. "You think you can just walk away from me?" Vladimir snarled, his voice threatening. "I'm not finished."But Alexandria was ready. She moved forward, her voice solid and unyielding. "You are finished. The pack has spoken."With guards and elders around, there could no longer be any doubt as to who was in charge. It was not Vladimir. Never had been.Vladimir's body trembled with fury,
Wet, cold stone walls in the back of Alexandria as she leaned up against the earth, wrists trapped in metal cuffs. The condescending elders, ex-prisoners, sat stiff and unbroken, faces furrowed with weariness and fury."This is madness," one of them growled, breaking the silence. "How did this come about? How did we let him seize power so effortlessly?"Alexandria smiled, a cold, cruel smile, and shook her head. "Because you all underestimated him." Her eyes blazed with barely contained rage. "You thought Vladimir still the boy who craved your approval. But he isn't. He is a tyrant now, and you made him king."One of the older men, a silver-haired old man with fierce eyes, gasped for breath. "And what do we do, Alexandria? We're in a helpless dungeon. He's got Emereah in his clutches, the pack under his command, and we're at his mercy."Alexandria curled her lips into a sneer."And you're telling me to simply sit here while it happens?" She was close already, voice cold but deadly. "V
The smell of mildew hung around the lower cells like festering skin, choking in the manner only darkness was capable of. Alexandria sat chained to the stone table, her wrists raw from the iron shackles, but her back straight, her golden eyes wide open in spite of the pitch blackness around her. Her mind wasn't here—not quite. It was upstairs, in that great hall Vladimir had debased, with the woman she had once raised as a sister. Her Emereah."She's still in there," Alexandria breathed into the shadows. "And I'll get to her. Even if I have to raze the whole fortress to reach her."A noise—a light tapping—ran down the hallway.Her breathing froze.Footsteps. Soft. Light.Too light to be one of Vladimir's brutes.Too cautious to be chance.She leaned forward, heart pounding now. And then—there it was. A sliver of pale light cut through the bars. A face. Shadowed, hesitant.And familiar."Emereah," Alexandria breathed.The figure froze.“Who told you my name?” came the cautious reply, low
The silence returned after Emereah disappeared—but Alexandria's heart didn't.It was the bolting, bellowing, snapping against her ribs as if that was a battle drum. Her hands were shaking now while they were clenched into fists, cuffs digging into her wrists. Just for a moment that awful desperation of the dungeon did not seem so real; the chains became gossamer.She came.She listened.There was still time.But not enough.Tomorrow, the Moon Eclipse would bind Emereah to Vladimir in a ceremony as ancient as the earth—one that gnawed not merely on flesh, but on soul. If it worked, Emereah's doubt would die. Her memories would fade. Her defiance would be ash in her teeth. Alexandria paced what little space she had. Every step was a storm of tension. Her thoughts sharpened, cold and lightning-fast.I have to escape. Tonight. Before the ritual.She rested her head on the wall.More steps of the guards these days—she'd riled up a hornet's nest with speaking to Emereah. She could feel it.
The fire now had a name.Emereah.It was not only in her eyes, or in the touch of her hands, or in the whisper of Vladimir's name like a prayer gone sour—it was present in the very air she surrounded herself with. A slow-consuming, unstoppable blaze that consumed everyone too close to her into dust.And Vladimir?He was already ablaze.He sat in the window of the eastern wing at dawn, the sky still bruised from night, gazing over her sleeping form on the divan. She had insisted on remaining near him, refused to let him sleep in his own rooms, had cried when he'd even spoken of it.And there she was now.Serene. Beautiful. Deadly.Her lips curled once in sleep, and she murmured something—his name, maybe. Or a threat. With her nowadays, there was no difference.Helena slipped in behind him, holding a creased report."She broke Mireille's arm," she breathed."I know.""She threatened another noble's mate in the corridor. We had to postpone the afternoon audience.""I know."Helena stood
The great hall of the Red Crescent Moon Pack hummed with tension. Guards stood against the stone walls, nobles spoke in hushed tones behind velvet sleeves, and advisors kept looking toward the high throne where Vladimir sat by himself.By himself, for Emereah was late again."She's developing unpredictability," one of the elders whispered."She's developing danger," another growled.The doors groaned open before anyone could comment.Emereah strode in, barefoot, her long dark red robe flowing behind her like spilled blood. Her eyes raked the room—not with innocence or poise, but with the ravenous, unbalanced desire of a wolf unfed for days.She spied Vladimir.And smiled. "There you are," she chimed in saccharine sweetness, as if she hadn't just left an hour before. "Missed you?"Vladimir rose to his feet. "Emereah, this is a council session—""Council?" she repeated. Her eyes drifted to the nobles in the ring below. "They are still trying to keep you apart from me, are not they?""Em
"Touch what is mine, not." Emereah's voice was cracked like lightning. Bare slaps resounded as she barefooted it across the marble, but she appeared to be volcanic, she was so immovable. "You do not lay hands on what is mine."Gossips spread like fire consuming dry ground."Your Lady Emereah—" the Beta began."I am Luna," she mocked him, her eyes iced with fire-like frost. "Say my title correctly, or farewell to tongue."The Beta bowed forthwith, droplets of perspiration at temples. "Yes, Luna."Vladimir had had his fill at last.He stood, deep, commanding voice. "Emereah. With me. At once."Her eyes stabbed him. The fire faded—but lingered. "Why? To protect her?""Now."Her jaw was clenched. And then, like a sulky mollified child who scorned anything but a precious toy, she walked to his side and curled her fingers around his. She clung like ivy—slow, elegant, stifling.They moved silently through the castle corridors until the doors to their own room softly creaked shut behind them.
"Did she attempt to persuade you to leave?""Yes."She spun around."And what did you reply?""I said I won't.""Did you enjoy your little conversation?" she asked gently."Emereah—"She spun about, anger dancing in her eyes. "Don't say my name like that. Like a child having a tantrum. Like I had no idea what was happening."He hesitated. "Nothing is happening."She laughed with acid venom. "Liar.""Emereah—""Liar!" she yelled, and the mirror she stood before vibrated, the glass groaning across its image like a wound.Vladimir's wolf stiffened.Her magic had never been so strong before. Not even in combat.She moved towards him warily, shaking with rage. "And what is Helena to you, Vladimir?" Her voice was husky, deadly. "Once, you had Alexandria. Your beautiful Alexandria. The one you locked up in your dungeon but cherished in your heart.""That's not true—""And now it's Helena. Helena with her whispers. Her history. Her devotion. You let her speak to you as if I didn't exist!""He
The air was heavy with heat and quiet peril, encased in gold firelight and silk blankets that curled around them like snakes. Emereah slept peacefully, a gentle breathing on Vladimir's skin, her arm taken possessively thrown over his chest.He hadn't stirred. Not for hours.His hand stayed lightly on her spine, but his mind seethed like a storm beneath the surface.Each breath she took pressed her bare skin against his ribs, and each second felt heavier than the last. His wolf—so often wild and sure—paced inside him now, anxious. Conflicted.Because he hadn’t imagined it.She’d meant every word.“I’ll kill them all…”And not with the detachment of a queen defending her claim—but with a child’s desperate fury. Like someone who'd lost too many things, too many people, and finally snapped.He breathed slowly and moved his eyes to the window.There, beyond the ice-encrusted glass, the moon hung low. Pale. Watching.A sharp knock shattered the quiet.Then another. Louder."Your Majesty!" G
The sunlight of morning filtered through the heavy velvet curtains like a warning and not a blessing.Vladimir woke to a stirring, the warm heat of Emereah too much, too much, enveloping him. She was around him like ivy on stone, her nails grasping barely on his chest. Her red hair was around his neck, her hot, harsh breath on his skin.She hadn't slept. Not really.His eyes gradually opened. She was looking at him."Emereah," he croaked."You disappeared in my dream," she breathed, eyes growing wide and feral. "I was crying for you, but you didn't respond."Vladimir eased himself up, unentwining her arms from around his arms. "It was only a dream."Her face contorted. "But it occurred. It felt like they were taking you away from me. I woke up and thought—maybe you'd left.""I didn't," he growled."I'm here.""But for how long?" she ordered, near accusatorily. Her hand tightened around his arm. "You'll leave. Everyone leaves. Except that you shouldn't."He gritted his teeth. "You're t
The sunbeam stroked the velvet drapes with a gentle touch, and gold stripes fell away on the bed where Vladimir lay. The morning calm was sacred—but Emereah had already awakened, much sooner than the sun would cross the hills.She was regarding him.Nestled next to him in slumber, her palm lay upon his bare chest, fingers tracing patterns in the air above the runes inked over his skin. Her eyes did not blink. They burned with feverish intensity, a passion bordering on madness. "Mine." The words were a breathless whisper of awe. "You're mine."Vladimir stirred. His brows furrowed as her voice pulled him from sleep.What time is it?" he whispered drowsily.Emereah's lips grazed his shoulder. "It doesn't matter. I won't waste a single second without you."He shifted to the side, keeping her gaze. Something was amiss—something too raw, too frantic. It annoyed him for a moment. But then she kissed him, and the uncertainty disolved into nothing."Last night," she breathed. "You gave me lif
He buried his face in her pussy and fully dedicated himself to taking her to orgasm. The Alpha licked the blade of his tongue up and down her vulva slowly. He left a string of whispy kisses on her clit, then rimmed it with his tongue. Emereah threw her head back and groaned. With his lips still on her, He inserted a finger into her cunt. She was tight and wet. Vladimir's dick pounded to slam her against the desk, but he was determined to get Emereah off first. He inched one finger in and out slowly, and then added another. When he hit the rough sweet spot, he curled his fingers, tickled it with his fingertips, and in the process, licked her clit. Emereah gasped and the whole of her body hardened it was the first time she experienced such. She looked at the smile of Vladimir."Do not play games with me and be gentle my Alpha," she admonished."My love, I dare not and I will be soft my luna."Emereah slapped Vladimir's face back down once more, and he was more than willing to comply. He
The moon rode high—silver and watchful—casting a chill gleam upon Vladimir's private quarters' obsidian walls. There was a fire in the hearth, sputtering like muffled mirth. Silk drapes rippled on the unseen wind. And at the center of the great bed, draped in sheets of blood-red velvet, sat Emereah—still, waiting.She was clothed in nothing but a gossamer mantle of gold, the leftovers of ritualistic robes cast off by invisible slaves at the bidding of the sorcerer. Her hair cascaded in waves of red down her spine, her skin glowing faintly with the remains of the spell. Her eyes—blue pale ones—were the oddest of all, however. Still. But unempty.Vladimir entered, his robe half-open, his gaze locked on her as if she were the world and all its stars. He stopped a few paces away from the bed and looked at her."Do you know what tonight is, my Luna?" he whispered.Emereah nodded once. "Our bond night."His lips curled. "Yes. Our final seal. After this… no magic can undo what we become.".