Kaida has spent years running from her past, haunted by the massacre of her pack at the hands of an unknown Pavk. As the lone survivor and daughter of a fallen Alpha, she’s become a rogue, living with the weight of her lost legacy. Hardened and dangerous, Kaida trusts no one and answers to nothing—until she stumbles into Raven Moon territory. There, she comes face-to-face with Alpha Octavius, a powerful leader with his own secrets. He’s ruthless, feared by many. Their relationship starts off harsh and problematic, but for some reason they find themselves drawn to one another. Soon, Octavius marks her as her mate and she has no choice but to now accept him fully. To her, the idea of belonging to any pack—let alone being someone’s Luna—is impossible. But the connection between them won’t be denied. As tension and desire grow, Kaida and Octavius are forced to confront their shared fate. Can they break through their walls and accept each other, or will Kaida remain untamed, forever the Rogue Luna?
View MoreI blink at him a few times, letting his words reiterate in my mind. And once they do, I can’t help the reaction I give him. I burst out into laughter, the sound sharp and unrestrained in the otherwise heavy silence of the room. But as I look back at him, I meet his cold, furious glare, immediately making my smile slowly die down.“Wait, you’re serious...” I ask, still chuckling but less humourlessly now, and as my eyes meet his, I realize he is serious. His expression remains the same—unflinching, carved in cold stone.“In the few years I’ve been Alpha... I have not come across a single female capable of angering me yet intriguing me at the same time,” Alpha Octavius explains, his voice low and measured, each word like a calculated strike as he tilts his head at me.The amusement drains from my face as his icy gaze stays locked on mine. My body tenses, bracing for the impact of whatever else he has to say. His presence is oppressive, like a storm closing in, and I can feel every nerve
The steam has barely cleared from the mirror when I step out of the shower, wrapping the white towel around myself as I take a deep breath, feeling at ease after the shower. The fresh scent of soap clings to me, washing away the dirt and sweat, but I know the relief is temporary. In the end, a clean face won’t change the fact that I’m still trapped here, a rogue at the mercy of the Raven Moon Pack...I step into the small room I had been secluded in and glance down at the pile of clothes Miss Anne left for me—a basic top and black sweatpants, simple and practical, with a pair of underwear and a free-sized bra. At least they'll be able to fit my d-cup, usually that could be a problem but I'm glad Miss Anne was considerate enough to bring something that would fit me... I sigh to myself and slip into the clothes, being struck by how strange it feels to be… comfortable. This isn't usually my style. After so long on the run, I’ve grown used to discomfort. I’ve learned to ignore the ache of
As soon as Miss Anne leaves the room, I feel the silence close in around me. The fire crackles quietly in the corner, casting flickering shadows on the walls, but the warmth does nothing to ease the tension simmering under my skin. I glance at the door, my mind racing.This is my chance.I don't care how many guards they have outside or what twisted reasoning that Alpha thinks justifies keeping me here. I'm not about to sit around waiting for them to decide my fate. My fingers itch with impatience, just as I look at them. The pain has gone completely, making me raise my eyebrows in surprise, having no idea that it would heal me completely. I sigh to myself, being glad that I don’t have to worry about the pain anymore and press forward, tiptoeing toward the door as silently as I can manage.Opening the door with my elbow since I have no where to clean this paste off my hands, I peer in the hallway. It is beyond is empty, the soft murmur of voices filtering through from somewhere in the
As we walk forward, I feel the eyes of the Raven Moon pack members on me, their gazes filled with curiosity, suspicion, and that barely concealed disdain I'm getting all too familiar with. I keep my head high, my face impassive, refusing to let them see any weakness. Let them stare. Let them judge. I won't give them the satisfaction of knowing how much I hate every second of this...The hallway twists and turns as I follow Miyuki's brisk pace. The packhouse is deceptively large, more like a maze than a home. Warm lighting and the faint scent of pine and earth fill the air, but none of it feels warm or inviting. This place is more fortress than home."Don't think this changes anything," Miyuki says sharply, glancing back at me with a sneer. "Just because we haven't killed you yet doesn't mean your fate isn't decided.""Currently shivering in me timbers," I answer dryly, rolling my eyes. I put as much sarcasm as I can muster into the words, and I catch a flash of annoyance on her face.
Octavius and I stare at each other for a moment, silence stretching between us, thick as a winter fog. I feel his grip tightening on my forearms, his fingers digging into my skin just enough to remind me who's in control here, just as I gasp and squint my eyes at him. I refuse to break eye contact, my breathing slightly heavy and my gaze defiant as I look up at him, daring him to try me. I won't give him an inch, not now, not ever.After a moment, his gaze drifts down, his expression shifting slightly as he studies my hands. He lifts them up just enough for the light to hit, and I can see the faint frown that tugs at the corner of his mouth. "Looks like it hurts..." he murmurs, his tone low as he examines the burns on my skin, his thumbs brushing close to the angry, raw marks. Something almost like concern flashes across his face...That's when I jerk my hands back, yanking them out of his grip, and take a step away from him, anger flaring hot in my chest. "Don't touch me." I snarl,
As soon as the men are gone, it's just me and him in the room, a heaviness filling my chest as he watches me. He doesn't say anything to me at all, instead, he continues to watch me, analyze me, every detail of me. A frown suddenly appears on my face as I try to decipher what could be going in through that sick head of his, and when I've finally had enough of the silence, I decide to speak up. "What the hell do you want with me?" I demand, breaking the silence. I've had enough of this—enough of their glares, their questions, their assumption that I owe them anything. "Speak, damn it." He raises an eyebrow, clearly unimpressed. "Be silent." The command is cold, like ice water down my spine, but I hold my ground. I then watch him as he slowly walks around his desk and approaches me. "You're a rogue, clearly..." he continues, as if I'm not even worth the effort of conversation. "But there's something about your scent... something different from all the rest..." he tells me and that'
The three lug-heads continue to carry me through a narrow dark hallway, filled with cells just like the one I was in. Except all the rest of them are empty... I'm guessing they don't really keep prisoners for long..."Where are you taking me?!" I scream at them as I continue to fight them but I'm afraid to say I've been weakened by the silver, so I am unfortunately not at my full strength.They carry me towards a staircase, ignoring all my commotion. Finally, we reach the top of the steps and the blonde man opens the door right at the top of the staircase. Light floods into the tunnel, momentarily blinding me and making me squint my eyes at the sensitivity.I then feel them finally let me go, my feet hitting solid ground, wrenching my arm from their grip and ignoring the soreness that ripples through my shoulders from being dragged.Finally, I adjust to the lighting and see that we are in the forest and it appears to be the afternoon, just like I had predicted."Don't try anything stu
I have absolutely no concept of time in this damn cell. It could be midday or late afternoon for all I know and the tiny window close to the ceiling isn't helping to provide enough light to help me decipher what time of the day it is.I've probably been here almost 18 hours, almost a full day. Just great. My mind travels back to the day before and how I even got myself into this mess.I had just left my previous settlement, being on the move for a few days around this new region. Usually, I had studied the maps of different packs, territories and areas around me so I knew where almost everything was. "No man's land" is typically where I would find myself. These are areas not owned by any packs but instead were heavily populated by humans. I could live amongst them, hiding as one of them and usually I would be successful.I would live in small spaces, one-bedroomed houses, homeless shelters, did whatever work, how dangerous, and even stole money just to get around, just to keep myself m
I wake up to darkness, my head pounding like someone’s taken a hammer to it.For a moment, I don’t move, don’t breathe. I keep my eyes closed and feel out my surroundings the way I always do when I wake up in a new place. I’m cold. My hands are stiff, my body sore. The stone beneath me feels rough and unwelcoming. My senses come online slowly, piecing together the details like a puzzle, but it’s a twisted version of the place I grew up—a place that would never feel like home.The scent of blood and sweat fills my nose. My blood. My shoulder aches where the wolf’s claws tore into it, but it’s not bleeding anymore. My wounds aren’t healing completely either, which means I must’ve only been out for three or four hours. Someone kept me alive, kept me chained here, and for what?I open my eyes, and the world swims into focus. Stone walls. Thick iron bars. A cage. No.I push myself up onto my knees, ignoring the pain, and look around. It’s a small cell, barely big enough to stand in. The on
The memories come back in fragments, pieces of a life that feels worlds away. I can almost smell the pine and wildflowers from the valley where we used to run, the crisp mountain air, the warmth of a life I once knew. This place, this memory—it's the only home I’ve ever known... “Kaida, keep up!” My sister’s voice floats on the breeze, teasing and bright. “Hey, some of us haven't yet had our first shift you know...” I shout back, laughing as I push myself to keep up with her, the Alpha’s heir, as the elders used to call her. Korra Xarano. At 18 she was strong, swift, as if she’d already grown into the leader she was destined to be, next in line to be Alpha It was easy to follow her lead back then, and I loved that she made everything feel safe. I was 2 years younger at the time and I'm glad I didn't grow up in my sister's shadow. Our parents treated us both equally, and my sister even wanted me to be her Beta, the two of us ruling the Xarano Pack side by side...The two of us were
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