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 aCara 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 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
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
Evelyn left the pack house. Although her clothes and hair were drenched, making her look a bit disheveled, she still carried herself with grace and composure.It was only when the door to her private quarters closed behind her that the anger twisted her face into a dark, bitter expression.After bathing and fixing her hair, she went straight to find her mother, Amanda Dermot.Mrs. Amanda was having afternoon tea by the living room window. When she saw her daughter approaching, she didn’t seem surprised.“You ran into trouble at the pack house, didn’t you?” Her tone was calm, as if everything had played out just as she expected.Evelyn didn’t answer immediately. She paused for a few seconds, collecting her thoughts, then said with unwavering determination,“I want to be Luna.”Amanda raised an eyebrow slightly. She set her cup of herbal tea down and turned to look at her daughter.“But Raven isn’t your fated mate. And he doesn’t love you either.”H
Raven stood motionless, watching as Cara was dragged away. He lowered his eyes, masking the urgency and restlessness in their depths. As the Alpha of the pack, he couldn’t afford to be soft or let his feelings override his judgment.Only after Cara disappeared from view did he turn to see Evelyn, trembling in her drenched dress.Noticing his gaze, Evelyn stepped forward as if wanting to say something—l, but he cut her off immediately, his voice cold,“Miss Dermot, go back.”Evelyn froze, her tear-streaked face twisting for a split second, then quickly shifting to a look of wounded innocence.“Alpha…” she choked out.“This is my private space. You shouldn’t come and go as you please, it’ll cause misunderstandings.” Raven didn’t let her say another word.Because she was Aunt Amanda’s daughter, he had shown her some leniency. But that didn’t mean he welcomed her wandering freely into his territory.The cold indifference in his voice struck Evelyn like a
Cara’s new day began with unwanted drama. Overnight, the entire pack house somehow found out that the Alpha had gone to her room and shown her favor, an honor so great, most wouldn’t even dare to dream of it.Cara hadn’t gone around bragging, but her mere presence, along with the Alpha’s scent still clinging to her, was more than enough to confirm it all.The moment she stepped into the communal dining hall, it was as if someone had hit the mute button. Every head turned in her direction. Some raised their brows, some smirked knowingly, but most wore twisted looks of envy. Then came the whispers behind her back.“Tsk tsk, she’s a wolf, sure, but she looks more like a sly little fox. Seducing others is what she’s best at.”“What’s so great about her? In the end, she’s just a toy. You really think the Alpha would let Genaro’s daughter become Luna?”“She’s just a lowly she-wolf. How could she ever be worthy of being the Alpha’s mate?”Cara thought she had grown
Cara's movements were awkward, yet filled with urgency.She fumbled for a while before finally managing to undo Raven's belt. He watched her patiently, his gaze calm, the corners of his lips lifting into a faint smile.With his quiet cooperation, she quickly stripped off the rest of his clothes. His massive erection stood tall, pressing up against her stomach, demanding her attention.Cara dropped to her knees, took him into her mouth, and began to lick and suck with growing eagerness.Raven was completely consumed. He had to lean back against the wall just to keep himself steady. His fingers tangled in her silky black hair, gently massaging her scalp. Hatred, pride, self-control, none of it mattered anymore. In this moment, all he could see was the beautiful she-wolf kneeling before him.Time seemed to slow, and Raven grew more and more impatient with Cara’s pace, while her jaw was already aching, begging for a break.Suddenly, Raven pulled out, yanked
That night, after dealing with a pile of documents stacked high in the main hall, Raven returned to his room, his body heavy with exhaustion. He sank into a chair, took off his cloak, and his eyes unintentionally landed on the small scented pouch hanging at his waist.He’d been so busy all day that he hadn’t paid it much attention, but thinking about it now, the thing really did work wonders. It was the change of seasons, bugs were everywhere, yet not a single mosquito had bitten him all day.Raven turned the pouch over in his hand, and a faint, indescribable warmth stirred in his chest. After a brief moment of thought, he sent a servant to call Cara.He was only calling her to ask how to make the pouch, definitely not because he missed her.Cara was still sulking over the she-wolf who had shown up that morning. So when Myra came to pass along the Alpha’s message, she immediately refused.“I'm not going.”“Cara, this is an order from the Alpha. We don’t have
Raven came to a stop, his sharp brows slightly furrowed at Evelyn’s sudden appearance.“Miss Dermot, what brings you here?” he asked. His voice was a little less cold than usual, but still far from warm.Evelyn was the daughter of Amanda Dermot, a respected council member and once a close friend of his late mother. So even though Raven didn’t particularly like Evelyn, he still gave her a certain level of courtesy.Evelyn smiled gently and replied,“My mother heard you’ve been at the military camp all week. She was worried you were overworking yourself, so she asked me to check on you.”At her words, a flicker of softness passed through Raven’s heart. Ever since his mother passed away from illness, Aunt Amanda had always shown concern for him. Her care never crossed the line, but it was just enough for him to feel a hint of warmth.“I’m fine. Please tell Aunt Amanda she doesn’t need to worry.”Cara immediately noticed that Raven’s attitude toward the she-w
At that moment, a clear yet slightly timid voice echoed in his mind,‘Mate, that herbal pouch repels insects. If you keep it with you, you won’t have to worry about getting bitten anymore.’The last time Cara saw Raven, she had noticed a mosquito bite on his neck. As it happened, there were a few common insect-repelling herbs growing in the backyard, so she took the time to gather and prepare them. The torn dress Raven had ripped was still lying in the room. It felt like a waste to throw it away, so she used it to sew the pouch for him. Her sewing skills weren’t great, after she finished, the stitches were crooked and uneven. It didn’t look pretty, but she believed it would work well. Compared to animal hide, the thin fabric was more breathable, which helped the herbs release their effects more effectively.That night, as soon as Raven approached the pack house, Cara immediately sensed his presence. It had been a while since she last saw him, and she realized how much sh
Cara remained frozen on the steps, the bouquet in her hands crushed into pieces. Her hands trembled, eyes brimming with tears, but she stubbornly refused to let them fall in front of everyone.She couldn’t cry. She couldn’t show weakness now.Once Raven disappeared completely behind the curve of the corridor, the whispers and mocking laughter from the nearby maids grew clearer, more blatant.“She actually dared to seduce the Alpha. Serves her right to be punished.”“She’s gone crazy trying to become Luna, willing to pull any stunt.”“Those flowers were planted by the Alpha’s father in memory of his mother. She dared to pick them, going hungry for a meal is already too light a punishment.”Cara bit down hard on her lip, the taste of blood spreading in her mouth, but it still didn’t hurt as much as their scornful words. She lowered her head and began picking up the fallen petals, one by one, as if trying to piece back together the last shreds of her dignity.
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