The word echoed in my head, over and over again, like a curse I couldn’t outrun even when I tried hard to.
Killian Blackwood had just claimed me in front of his Beta, in front of his pack. He had spoken the words with conviction, with certainty, as if it was that simple.
But it wasn’t.
It never was.
I had spent years surviving in the shadows, knowing my place. Rogues weren’t claimed. We were discarded, hunted, erased from packs.
And yet, here I was.
Under his protection.
Under his name.
Under his rule.
A mistake.
It had to be.
“You’re insane,” Elara muttered to him, raking a hand through her hair.
The Council will rip you apart for this and you know.”
Killian’s expression remained cold and unyielding as she spoke.
“Let them try.”
Elara let out a bitter laugh. “You were always reckless, but this? Claiming a rogue as yours? She’ll bring nothing but war to your doorstep, Killian. You know that.”
Those words send tenses over me.
Not because he was mistaken.
Because he was right.
I was a problem, a liability. A stain on a pack like this.
I shouldn’t have been here.
I shouldn’t have let it get this far.
Likewise, I opened my mouth—to deny it, to refuse whatever game Killian was playing—but his eyes snapped to mine, stopping the words before they could form.
“She’s mine, and I am claiming her as mine” he said, the voice was like stone. “That’s the only explanation anyone needs.”
Mine?
The air was suffocating me, the weight of that single word he said was pressing into my chest.
She exhaled sharply, shaking her head. “Then you’d better be ready to defend her because the second the pack hears about this, they’ll come for her, and you know what that means ”
A sharp pang of fear lanced through me, leaving me shaking.
Killian must have sensed it because his golden eyes flicked back to me, I shooed my head to refuse him from going further, but his response sent shivers down my spine.
“I’ll handle it.”
Handle it?
Like this was his problem. Like I was.
My fingers curled into fists, still trembling. I shone my head rejecting his offer.
“You do now,” he countered smoothly then flashed a smile at me.
This was wrong. All of it.
I had fought too hard to escape chains, to survive on my own, only to end up tied to another Alpha.
“I never asked for this,” I whispered under my breath, but he couldn't hear me.
Killian tilted his head, studying me like I was something he couldn’t quite figure out.
“No,” he murmured. “But I did.”
Before I could respond, a knock thundered against the door, the sound sharp and demanding at a time.
Elara was intense, her expression was hardening. “That didn’t take long.”
I barely had time to process her words before the door burst open.
A group of men stood in the doorway, all of them looked like soldiers of the pack. Their scents were thick with dominance, with blood.
My pulse pounded heavily, breaking through my ribs.
Pack enforcers?
They must be Killian’s wolves.
And from the look in their eyes, I was already condemned.
“You have a lot to explain, Alpha,” one of them growled, stepping forward. His hair was cut close to his scalp. He must be a warrior, through and through.
Killian’s expression didn’t change. “Then speak.”
The warrior’s gaze flicked to me, cold and sharp. “You brought a rogue into our home. And now you're telling us she's yours?”
The room went silent.
Killian exhaled slowly. “That’s precisely what I’m telling you.”
Murmurs erupted from the men, their disbelief thick enough to choke on.
“Alphas don’t claim rogues and from her look she is weak”
“It’s a weakness.”
“She could be a spy. A traitor.”
I knew this would happen. I knew how wolves worked, how packs protected their own. Not only that, but I had spent my entire life watching them hunt down outsiders like me.
Killian wasn’t just breaking the rules.
He was shattering them.
I braced myself for the backlash, for the moment they turned on me.
But then—
“Anyone who has a problem with my decision can challenge me for my place as Alpha,” Killian said coolly.
Silence slammed into the room.
My breath caught between.
He wasn’t just protecting me.
He was willing to fight for me.
A challenge against an Alpha wasn’t a simple disagreement. It was a battle to the death.
No one spoke. No one moved.
Because they all knew the truth.
Killian Blackwood wasn’t just an Alpha.
He was a monster in combat.
He had never lost a fight.
Likewise, he wouldn’t lose now.
The tension in the room shifted, anger giving way to something else. Something dangerous I could say.
“She doesn’t belong here,” one of the enforcers finally said, but his voice lacked the same fire as before.
Killian’s gaze snapped to him. “She does now.”
Another ripple of unease passed through the group, but no one dared to speak again.
One by one, they backed away.
Defeated.
Elara let out a sharp breath, muttering under her breath. “You truly put a target on both your backs.”
Killian’s jaw flexed. “Then I guess we’d better not miss when we strike first.”
His words sent a chill through me.
Because he wasn’t just saying them.
He meant them.
Killian Blackwood had just started a war.
And I was the reason.
One thing I am certain about was that the pack may have backed down for now, but the war had only begun. Would Killian really be able to protect me from his wolves? And why was he willing to risk everything for me?
The attack has shaken the entire pack. Rogues were never allowed in the pack nor becoming the Alpha mate—making me the Luna.I sat curled myself on the massive bed, my fingers were buried in the soft fabric of my dress. My hands wouldn’t stop shaking.I squeezed my eyes shut, but it didn’t help as those words kept ranging in my head.The memory of the pack enforcer's snarling face flashed behind my eyelids. One moment, I was feeling the sun on my skin for the first time in years. The next, I was on the ground, the weight of what next Elara the beta would do.And then… Killian.The way he commanded the enforcers, making them back down as he still chooses me.I should have felt safe by those words he said.But all I could feel was terror.My body is still remembered. Bloodied hands. Harsh voices. The cruel laughter of those who had hurt me before. My mind couldn’t separate the past from the present.I had flinched when Killian turned to me, his chest rising and falling with fury writt
You could feel the forest air which was thick with tension filled in it, every breath was lanced with the scent of blood and battle. I barely had a moment to recover from Sebastian’s cruel grip before chaos erupted again, I turned abruptly. Killian was fast to lunge at Luther, their snarls and the clash of their fists breaking the suffocating silence of the night. My heart was pounding violently against my ribs as I stumbled backward, my vision was swimming with fear and desperation in it. Sebastian’s words still lingered in my mind as I stared at him, his sinister smirk was haunting me like a ghost I could never escape. I wanted to escape from it but it was clear I can't escape from it. The moment my body reacted, I realized I wasn’t just standing there anymore—I was running. Running away from Sebastian. Running away from being captured. Running toward my freedom to start a new life. My instincts were screaming at me to flee, to vanish into the darkness where I will never be seen ag
I woke with a start, my breath was coming in sharper than expected, the shallow gasps as the cold air bite of reality hit me hard. The scent of pine trees, and the earth dust filled my senses, but there was an unfamiliar sharpness to it which I didn't understand. My eyes flashed open, I was struggling to adjust to the dim lighting which was around me.I was in a room which was far too nice to be an old abandoned tent, but it didn’t have the comfort of home as expected. I blinked my eyes rapidly, trying to make sense of my surroundings, but something was off for me. My pulse quickened as I noticed the figures which had gathered around me.There were faces I didn’t recognize, I hadn't seen before, their eyes were sharp and calculating at a time and they stared at me with suspicion which I didn't get. Some of them were wary, others were openly hostile toward. I didn’t need to be told that I wasn’t welcome here. The tension in the air was thick enough to cut with a knife.“Where am I?” I
Darius stepped closer to Killian, his eyes locked on mine instead of his. He had a cold, calculating look in his eyes as he stared at me, as if he was already assessing my worth. “I’m the one who keeps this pack safe, Killian. And bringing her here? That’s a risk we can’t afford. It's not about you but about the pack” His eyes flashed back to the other wolves.“Not when she’s tied to Sebastian. His scent is all over her and he will surely come for her”I felt a chill go through my body sending goosebumps over my body. They were all right, weren’t they? I was in danger. I was the threat to their pack. I hated to accept the fact. I feel the pressure of their criticism was pressing down on me. But I couldn’t change who I was, I wished I could do that. I would gladly do it, running away from Sebastian and gaining my freedom like every other wolf. But I couldn’t change what Sebastian had done to me. Before anyone else could speak up, the door to the room slammed open again, and a figure wa
My heart was beating faster than ever in my chest, it was as if my ribs were breaking sooner. I couldn’t breathe. I couldn’t think properly. But I knew one thing for sure—this assassin holding me knew something deep about me. And worse of it all, I knew him. Yes I do. His scent and voice gave me a clue. My breath caught. I was fully ready to make a move. Hit him off and escaped from his grip, but my body betrayed me just when I needed the help most— I suddenly became frozen not from fear, but from the recognition.The scent I perceived was a ghost of my past. The warm cedarwood which was laced with a hint of burnt amber filled the environment. The scent of someone I once trusted. Someone who was the last expected to do this."Micah," I gasped, freezing in shock. I wanted to convince myself I was dreaming. Micah can't! He can't come all the way long to assassinate me.My eyes were just piercing through the blade in his hand which was trembling slightly at my throat. His facial express
I woke to the soft hum of voices outside my door. Listening to the voice I could tell it was Killian's voice. This was the room Killian has given to me to stay for the meantime. It was the best stay I had ever had since I was born. All my life I had been in a cage, with shackles and scuffed around my legs. A slave who was mute. My throat aches badly, not from the screaming last night—I couldn’t—but from holding in the storm that had raged inside me all night. I was yet to believe that Micha would ever want to assassinate me. He was the finger that feeds me. Why would he want to bite me? If he could want to do such, would Killian ever want to assassinate me too one day?The memory of what happened that night was still fresh in my memory, not leaving anytime soon. I knew that smell of his scent and each word he dropped kept ranging in my brain. I was cursed. I belonged to Sebastian. I was never going to speak. The moonband. I knew in my bones that he was telling the truth. It was a bitt
The morning sunlight flashes through the window like a false promise of peace and hits my face. I sat on the edge of the bed in the unfamiliar room, staring at my hands, nothing was running through my mind but I got my eyes pinned staring at it.They trembled slightly from the adrenaline which was yet to run off from me. Last night’s attack hadn’t been a dream. It was so huge and terrible that I thought I couldn't make it. The assassin had nearly killed me, and no one—no one—got to him in time. I had to struggle to get myself off. I couldn't scream nor could I call out for help.Tears had pulled up in my eyes, maybe I needed to run away from this pack, to avoid being murdered by the assassin. But where in particular? Leaving this pack would only open me to more dangers as Sebastian will stop at nothing to get hold of me.I had stopped waiting for anyone to save me. I needed to stand up and save myself but realization hit me. I was no match to him. A weakling who is mute.Killian had
I knew that scar. It was more familiar to me than any other memory I could recall. The flash of it in my mind made my chest tighten, a cold knot forming in my stomach. I tried hard to think of where I had seen it before, but each attempt was met with a wall of nothing.The image haunted my dreams for years—the hand that grabbed me, pulling me back when I tried to run from Sebastian’s estate. And now, that same hand, with the same jagged scar, was on Darius’s wrist.I couldn’t stop staring at it, but I knew I needed to. I had to understand what this meant. Darius’s movements felt off to me ever since I first met him. His kindness felt too calculated, too rehearsed. But this—this scar—this was something deeper. A secret I wasn’t sure I was ready to uncover.I couldn’t sleep that night. My eyes refused to close. Every time I tried, the scar flashed in my mind. The sound of Sebastian’s voice. The feeling of cold fingers gripping my arm.Instead, I watched. I waited. My heartbeat was too l
Killian’s POVThe door slammed shut behind me as I stepped into the private underground chamber—the place where secrets came to rot and the truth was dragged out, screaming if it had to. The torches on the stone walls flickered with an orange glow, casting sharp shadows on the face of the man chained to the wall like a broken dog. Raven. The traitor. The snake who slithered into our Pack and infected it with poison.I sank into the heavy obsidian chair at the far end of the room. It was carved from stone and enchanted to enhance my Alpha presence—a symbol of judgment and execution. My fingers drummed lightly on the armrest as I studied him. Raven was barely conscious, blood crusted at the corner of his mouth, eyes swollen from earlier beatings. But the bastard still had the nerve to smirk.Elara stood beside him, arms folded, her fingers itching to strike again. She’d been interrogating him since I sent her—while I stayed behind. My mind immediately thought of Selene. My mate. My reas
After testing if my body system was working now, I was so excited, so was Luca and Killian. Killian moved closer, took my hands and gave me a hug then he made me sit down. Shivers run down my spine as our body collides. I didn't flinch. I didn't move. I just accosted the hug. After a few discussions between the both, I couldn't hear them well. I knew I was back to life again but my body was still weak and my vision was blurring.“She needs some sleep now, maybe when she wakes her body system will be better than now,” Luca said to Killian. From the edge of my eyes I saw him pierce his eyes on me and he leaves the room. Leaving me all alone in the room.Slowly I closed my eyes and slept off.The first thing I felt when I woke again wasn’t pain—it was emptiness in me.I lay still for a long time after my hand was staring at the ceiling above me, a soft flickering glow from the lantern casting shadows that danced like whispers I couldn’t hear. The weight in my chest hadn’t left; in fac
The world came back to me in scattered pieces, like a puzzle slowly falling into place. First, there was darkness—soft, suffocating, and oddly comforting. Then came a flicker of something—light, maybe? A sensation brushing against my skin like a whisper. I wasn’t sure where I was or what was happening, but I knew one thing: I wasn’t dead. Not yet. I was coming back to life. The pressure of a mattress cradled my aching body. My limbs felt like they had turned to stone, each muscle screaming with fatigue. The weight of the blankets was oppressive and yet oddly reassuring. I could smell something faint—herbs and blood, maybe a hint of smoke? It grounded me, reminded me of the battlefield I had fought through, of the pain that had consumed me.My eyelids fluttered open with great effort, as though they were being pried apart by invisible fingers. Even in the dim lighting, it felt blinding. My vision was blurry at first—shapes swimming before me like ghosts. Slowly, the room began to shar
Day seven arrived without warning. The night faded into gray, and morning didn’t feel like morning anymore. There was no chirping of birds outside my window, no warmth breaking through the glass. Only cold, still air pressing against my skin like a second, unwanted blanket. My body felt heavier than yesterday. My eyes flickered open but didn’t move to scan the room. It took too much effort. Even blinking felt like a decision.The scent of herbs was stronger today. It burned the inside of my nose and made my stomach twist. A part of me wanted to turn my head away, but that part no longer listened. My limbs felt like wet cloth—useless and slack.I heard Luca before I saw him. His soft footsteps entered the room, quiet but sure, followed by the faint clink of glass. He always tried not to make noise. He thought silence helped. Maybe it did. Maybe it didn’t. But today, it only made the room feel emptier."Selene," Luca whispered, his voice close to my ear. I didn’t turn to him. I didn’t b
Killian’s POVI walked away from the room slowly, each step heavier than the last. My boots echoed down the hallway, but the sound did little to distract me from the storm inside my head. My chest felt tight, like something invisible had its grip on me, refusing to let go. I didn’t look back. I couldn’t. Not after seeing Selene like that—so still, so pale, her breaths barely there.The silence in the hallway didn’t match the noise in my mind. A thousand questions swirled like a hurricane. Was I doing the right thing? Could I save her? Could she survive this? And if she didn’t... what would I become?I remembered Elder Garrick’s words."If she dies before the moon rises, the pack will turn on you. The pack must have a Luna."He never said it aloud, but we both knew who he meant—Elara. My beta wolf. My most trusted warrior. She was fierce, loyal, and strong. Everything a Luna should be on paper.But Selene... Selene was different.She was broken, mute, and slowly dying.Yet somehow, she
Killian’s POVThe elder’s council room was cold and filled with heavy silence. I stood by the window, arms folded, jaw tight. The scent of incense burned low in the corner, but it did nothing to calm my nerves. Elara sat to my right, hands folded neatly in her lap. Chief Elder Garrick entered last, his long cloak dragging slightly behind him as he moved to his seat. He didn’t sit yet. He looked straight at me.“The Moonlight Celebration is five nights away, Alpha,” he said, voice low but firm. “Have you brought your mate-to-be forward for preparation?”I clenched my jaw before I answered. “That’s why we’re here.”He finally sat down. Elara turned her head slightly towards his direction and then back to mine, she was watching me like she was waiting for something, maybe waiting for me to say something.“I need more time,” I said in a cool dry voice. “Just a little.”Elder Garrick frowned. “Time is not something the moon waits for. The celebration date cannot be moved. It has been decid
The morning of day eight arrived like a ghost, silent and grim.There was no warmth in it, no softness from the rising sun. Just the dull light bleeding through the curtains and the weight in my chest pressing heavier than before. The scent of herbs filled the room, thick and cloying, but even that was faint to me now. I couldn’t lift my hand to wipe the sweat from my temple. I couldn’t ask for water. I couldn't even whisper.I hadn’t spoken a word in years—not since the trauma stole my voice—but now, even my hands refused to obey me. They trembled weakly whenever I tried to sign, and more often than not, my fingers just... gave up. It was like my body was already grieving the life it once had, before the poison began to eat away at what little strength I had left.Luca had finally said it aloud last night.“You’re not getting better, Selene,” he whispered, kneeling beside my bed, his voice barely hiding the tremble in it. “The poison is spreading too fast. Your heart is weakening.”A
The golden hue of evening spilled lazily through the tall windows, it was casting long shadows that danced across the marble floors . The room where I laid was quiet—too quiet. Only the soft ticking of the clock above the fireplace marked the passing time.I laid there, propped up by a few pillows, my limbs unmoving and cold under layers of blankets which lay on my chest. Luca had come in earlier, carefully adjusting my IV and murmuring soft words I barely registered in my head. My mind was wandering about as he spoke. I couldn't recall what he said but I knew for certain he said something, something encouraging. His presence was calming, but even that felt muted against the steady ache that had settled deep inside me. The poison had sunk its clue deeper inside of me. Every passing hour was becoming traumatic for me. The pain. I hadn’t been to class with Luca in days now. Not that I could move and he was also my healer. The lesson between us had been forced to pause everything con
The silence in this room isn't peaceful. It's suffocating me.It clings to the corners, presses into my lungs, and settles over me like the same heavy blankets I can no longer toss aside by myself. Morning has melted ever since Elara and Luca left and now we are into afternoon, but no one’s come in yet after then. Not Killian. Not Elara. Not even Luca.I stare at the ceiling, watching the faint patterns in the paint, like tiny rivers that move only when I blink too long. I try to shift, to sit up, to move anything below my waist. But the truth is brutal and unchanging—my body does not respond. I’m trapped in it.I swallow against the dry ache in my throat. My eyes flicker to the door. There’s a soft knock, and then it swings open.Luca steps in, his white coat wrinkled, dark circles bruising the skin beneath his eyes. He looks exhausted. I try to smile, but my lips barely twitch."You're late today," I murmured.He pauses at the foot of my bed. “Sorry, Luna. Things have been... tense.