In her lavish room, Luna Julia nearly spilled her glass of red wine when she heard that Cara had provoked the Alpha and was now being tightly imprisoned. She hadn’t even had the chance to make her move, yet that girl had already walked straight into death’s door. Clearly, this she-wolf was just as stubborn and foolish as her mother.
More than anyone, Julia understood the true nature of Alpha Gerano. He was ruthless, aggressive, and cruel. There was no such thing as compassion in his heart. His feelings for Elisa weren’t love; they were merely a twisted obsession born from the fact that he could never truly possess her. If he had already given the order to imprison Cara forever, then Julia could be certain of one thing: that girl would never see freedom again.The enemy had just appeared, and she hadn’t even had to lift a finger, yet victory had already fallen into her lap. The ease of it all left her feeling a little disappointed.Time drifted by like an endless nightmarThe moon shone brightly above, while below, flames lit up the night. At the territory of the Blood Moon pack, all the fierce warriors had returned after a resounding victory. Alpha Raven, the supreme leader of the pack, strode with commanding presence through the ranks of his warriors. A cloak of black leopard fur billowed behind him with each step, and his body, clad in leather armor reinforced with metal, exuded raw power and dominance.He ascended a high platform, drew the sword from his side, and pointed it forward. The blade gleamed in the firelight, casting flashes through the darkness. “From this day forth, the Gloomwood Forest shall no longer bear the presence of the Dark Eclipse pack. My warriors, tonight, we revel in our triumph!” Immediately, howls echoed through the forest, as an anthem of conquerors ringing out into the night. Raven's amber eyes sweeping across the warriors cheering under the flickering firelight. For the
Unlike the bustling, joyful scene at the clearing in front of the pack house, the prison of the Blood Moon pack was dark, oppressive, and bitterly cold. Cara curled up in a corner, using a pile of straw to cover herself, hoping it could offer some warmth. Her eyes were filled with nothing but confusion, helplessness, and sorrow.As the daughter of Alpha Genaro, she was locked in a separate cell instead of being crammed in with the warriors and civilians of the Dark Eclipse pack. She wasn’t sure whether to feel lucky or pitiful about this treatment. Technically, she was Genaro’s daughter, but since arriving in their territory, she hadn’t received a single privilege. On the contrary, she had been imprisoned like a criminal, stripped of her freedom, her rights, and her hope of ever finding her mate again.The Dark Eclipse pack had fallen. Alpha Genaro was dead. His son, his mate, and all the loyal warriors who once followed him had been killed by the enemy. Only Cara remained a
Cara stopped just in time, so the tip of the sword didn’t pierce any deeper. But the wound was enough for the pain to completely take over her mind. ‘Mate… why?’ Her voice, fragile and full of heartbreak, echoed in Raven’s mind, carrying with it a wave of confusion and sorrow. ‘Don’t call me your mate. You’re not worthy.’ His reply was cold and cutting. Cara stared at him, stunned. She had imagined hundreds of ways their reunion might go, but never like this. The wolf standing in front of her was clearly her mate. It was the same scent, the same soul-deep pull she could never mistake. But why did he look at her with such unfamiliar, icy eyes? The confusion and emotional shock she felt now hurt more than the wound on her chest. “Mate… it’s me. I’m Cara, your Cara,” she said aloud, her voice trembling, choked with tears. Cara. That name stirred something deep in Raven’s heart, as if it carried a strange kind of magic. His chest tightened involuntarily. He frowned
In that brief moment face to face, looking into Cara’s eyes, wide and pitiful like a lost little doe, Raven nearly lost all sense of control. He charged forward, breaking the prison lock with his bare hands, strength surging through him. The heavy-duty lock, made for death-row inmates, suddenly seemed as fragile as mud. In the blink of an eye, it snapped apart, and the iron door swung open. The jailers stared, jaws dropped. But once the shock faded, what remained in their hearts was pure awe. Their Alpha was unbelievably powerful, under his lead, their pack would only grow stronger, more fearsome, and utterly unstoppable. “Mate…” Cara whispered, her voice trembling as she looked at Raven. She wanted so badly to run into his arms. Though the wound on her chest had healed, the memory of that sharp blade still lingered, stopping her in her tracks. But before she could move, Raven had already taken off his leopard-fur cloak and wrapped it around h
The full moon night had ended. The pale moonlight finally sank behind the thick canopy of Gloomwood Forest, leaving behind a thin mist that floated like a dreamy veil over everything.The festivities were over. Raven had sobered up after a night of wild, mindless abandon. Looking at the naked she-wolf lying on the bed, eyes closed, her body still marked with traces of passion, a storm surged within him.Unlike the night before, his mind was now clearer than ever. And the details he had once brushed aside suddenly came into sharp focus. The pleasure Cara had given him felt strangely familiar, as if they had been intimate like this many times before.Raven knew there was a gap in his memory, those two months when he had suddenly left the pack. And if Cara had been a part of that lost time, then everything started to make sense.His gaze stayed on her peaceful, sleeping face. A strange mix of emotions stirred inside him, ache, fury, and confusion. Why had Genaro’s daugh
Raven didn’t finish work until night had fallen. The last rays of sunlight had already disappeared behind the distant mountains. Truth be told, he didn’t have to stay that late, he was just avoiding going back, not wanting to face Cara’s presence.The moment he stepped into his private quarters, his gaze landed on a small figure kneeling on the floor, carefully scrubbing each stone tile. Under the dim glow of the wall lamps, Cara’s black hair hung loose, damp with sweat. The coarse fabric dress draped over her body, outlining her delicate curves and small shoulders that trembled slightly with each breath.The sound of iron-soled leather boots echoed against the marble floor. Hearing the noise, Cara looked up, and saw a pair of powerful amber eyes staring down at her.She parted her lips, instinctively wanting to call him “mate,” but remembered just in time how much he hated hearing that. So, she held her tongue.Her heart pounded in her chest, half from fear, half fr
In truth, Raven was far from calm despite his composed exterior. When the bedroom door closed and he was alone in the privacy of his room, a different expression finally slipped across his face.The scene in the hallway replayed in his mind once more. On one side was a noble, dignified figure; on the other, a small, humble one. The stark contrast stabbed into Raven’s eyes like a sharp thorn, filling him with an unbearable discomfort. Turning a noble princess into a lowly servant, wasn’t that exactly what he had wanted? So why did a pang of bitterness swell in his chest? Was he feeling sympathy for her? That kind of emotion had no place in his heart, not for the daughter of the man who had murdered his father.Raven stood motionless by the window for a long while. The cold night breeze rustled through his silver-gray hair, yet it could not calm the storm raging inside him.He turned away and walked to the cloak rack, removing the heavy, cumbersome outfit he wore. Pushing
“No, mate! Please, once you remember everything, you’ll know I’m telling the truth. I have nothing to do with Genaro!”Seeing the she-wolf before him deny any connection to her father so easily in order to save her life, Raven couldn’t help but feel both disdain and disappointment. But that was to be expected, no matter how deep the affection or strong the bond, it all falters in the face of life and death.He suddenly pulled his finger out of Cara’s body, leaving her feeling unsteady. What followed was an overwhelming emptiness, every cell in her body begged to be filled by him again.Raven spoke with a mocking tone,“Oh really? But I don’t remember a thing, what can you do about it?”Cara wrapped her arms around his neck, lifting her face to look at him with eyes full of sincerity. Then, her sweet voice echoed directly in his mind,“Let me help you. You’ll remember. We were truly happy together, you can’t just forget me like this!”Cara thought of the t
Cara walked silently down the long, empty hallway. Each step felt heavy with hurt and disappointment.When she reached the servants’ quarters, she found Myra still sitting at her usual desk near the entrance.Cara hesitated for a moment, then slowly approached and said in a low voice,“Mrs. Myra, the dress… it’s torn.”That morning, Myra had only given her two dresses, one of which she had just washed in the evening and was still wet. The one she was wearing now was no longer suitable for work.Myra frowned, her already stern face becoming even more unapproachable.“How is it torn? I just gave it to you this morning. It was newly made.”“It was… ripped,” Cara replied, then opened the leopard fur cloak draped over her.Well, this time Myra didn’t need to ask further. The claw marks on the dress were clear enough, there was no need to guess who did it. She sighed, her voice softening a little.“Alright, go get some sleep. I’ll have someone bring a n
Cara stood up, pulled her panties from under the servant uniform, and climbed on top of Raven. Without him doing anything to arouse her, she was already soaking wet. She lowered herself onto him, taking in Raven’s massive length.In the moment their bodies became one, both of them moaned in pleasure.Cara began to move, her hips rotating, rising and falling in a steady rhythm. Raven's member was tightly gripped, enveloped in warmth. He closed his eyes and tilted his head back, surrendering to the pleasure she was giving him.Wrapping his strong arms around her slender back, he grew impatient with the coarse ash-gray servant uniform clinging to her. With a swipe of his claws, he tore it open. Her two beautiful, milky breasts spilled free before his eyes, bouncing in rhythm with her every movement.His Adam's apple bobbed as he swallowed, then he lowered his head and took one of her breasts into his mouth, licking and sucking without pause. His other hand kneaded the r
“No, mate! Please, once you remember everything, you’ll know I’m telling the truth. I have nothing to do with Genaro!”Seeing the she-wolf before him deny any connection to her father so easily in order to save her life, Raven couldn’t help but feel both disdain and disappointment. But that was to be expected, no matter how deep the affection or strong the bond, it all falters in the face of life and death.He suddenly pulled his finger out of Cara’s body, leaving her feeling unsteady. What followed was an overwhelming emptiness, every cell in her body begged to be filled by him again.Raven spoke with a mocking tone,“Oh really? But I don’t remember a thing, what can you do about it?”Cara wrapped her arms around his neck, lifting her face to look at him with eyes full of sincerity. Then, her sweet voice echoed directly in his mind,“Let me help you. You’ll remember. We were truly happy together, you can’t just forget me like this!”Cara thought of the t
In truth, Raven was far from calm despite his composed exterior. When the bedroom door closed and he was alone in the privacy of his room, a different expression finally slipped across his face.The scene in the hallway replayed in his mind once more. On one side was a noble, dignified figure; on the other, a small, humble one. The stark contrast stabbed into Raven’s eyes like a sharp thorn, filling him with an unbearable discomfort. Turning a noble princess into a lowly servant, wasn’t that exactly what he had wanted? So why did a pang of bitterness swell in his chest? Was he feeling sympathy for her? That kind of emotion had no place in his heart, not for the daughter of the man who had murdered his father.Raven stood motionless by the window for a long while. The cold night breeze rustled through his silver-gray hair, yet it could not calm the storm raging inside him.He turned away and walked to the cloak rack, removing the heavy, cumbersome outfit he wore. Pushing
Raven didn’t finish work until night had fallen. The last rays of sunlight had already disappeared behind the distant mountains. Truth be told, he didn’t have to stay that late, he was just avoiding going back, not wanting to face Cara’s presence.The moment he stepped into his private quarters, his gaze landed on a small figure kneeling on the floor, carefully scrubbing each stone tile. Under the dim glow of the wall lamps, Cara’s black hair hung loose, damp with sweat. The coarse fabric dress draped over her body, outlining her delicate curves and small shoulders that trembled slightly with each breath.The sound of iron-soled leather boots echoed against the marble floor. Hearing the noise, Cara looked up, and saw a pair of powerful amber eyes staring down at her.She parted her lips, instinctively wanting to call him “mate,” but remembered just in time how much he hated hearing that. So, she held her tongue.Her heart pounded in her chest, half from fear, half fr
The full moon night had ended. The pale moonlight finally sank behind the thick canopy of Gloomwood Forest, leaving behind a thin mist that floated like a dreamy veil over everything.The festivities were over. Raven had sobered up after a night of wild, mindless abandon. Looking at the naked she-wolf lying on the bed, eyes closed, her body still marked with traces of passion, a storm surged within him.Unlike the night before, his mind was now clearer than ever. And the details he had once brushed aside suddenly came into sharp focus. The pleasure Cara had given him felt strangely familiar, as if they had been intimate like this many times before.Raven knew there was a gap in his memory, those two months when he had suddenly left the pack. And if Cara had been a part of that lost time, then everything started to make sense.His gaze stayed on her peaceful, sleeping face. A strange mix of emotions stirred inside him, ache, fury, and confusion. Why had Genaro’s daugh
In that brief moment face to face, looking into Cara’s eyes, wide and pitiful like a lost little doe, Raven nearly lost all sense of control. He charged forward, breaking the prison lock with his bare hands, strength surging through him. The heavy-duty lock, made for death-row inmates, suddenly seemed as fragile as mud. In the blink of an eye, it snapped apart, and the iron door swung open. The jailers stared, jaws dropped. But once the shock faded, what remained in their hearts was pure awe. Their Alpha was unbelievably powerful, under his lead, their pack would only grow stronger, more fearsome, and utterly unstoppable. “Mate…” Cara whispered, her voice trembling as she looked at Raven. She wanted so badly to run into his arms. Though the wound on her chest had healed, the memory of that sharp blade still lingered, stopping her in her tracks. But before she could move, Raven had already taken off his leopard-fur cloak and wrapped it around h
Cara stopped just in time, so the tip of the sword didn’t pierce any deeper. But the wound was enough for the pain to completely take over her mind. ‘Mate… why?’ Her voice, fragile and full of heartbreak, echoed in Raven’s mind, carrying with it a wave of confusion and sorrow. ‘Don’t call me your mate. You’re not worthy.’ His reply was cold and cutting. Cara stared at him, stunned. She had imagined hundreds of ways their reunion might go, but never like this. The wolf standing in front of her was clearly her mate. It was the same scent, the same soul-deep pull she could never mistake. But why did he look at her with such unfamiliar, icy eyes? The confusion and emotional shock she felt now hurt more than the wound on her chest. “Mate… it’s me. I’m Cara, your Cara,” she said aloud, her voice trembling, choked with tears. Cara. That name stirred something deep in Raven’s heart, as if it carried a strange kind of magic. His chest tightened involuntarily. He frowned
Unlike the bustling, joyful scene at the clearing in front of the pack house, the prison of the Blood Moon pack was dark, oppressive, and bitterly cold. Cara curled up in a corner, using a pile of straw to cover herself, hoping it could offer some warmth. Her eyes were filled with nothing but confusion, helplessness, and sorrow.As the daughter of Alpha Genaro, she was locked in a separate cell instead of being crammed in with the warriors and civilians of the Dark Eclipse pack. She wasn’t sure whether to feel lucky or pitiful about this treatment. Technically, she was Genaro’s daughter, but since arriving in their territory, she hadn’t received a single privilege. On the contrary, she had been imprisoned like a criminal, stripped of her freedom, her rights, and her hope of ever finding her mate again.The Dark Eclipse pack had fallen. Alpha Genaro was dead. His son, his mate, and all the loyal warriors who once followed him had been killed by the enemy. Only Cara remained a