Bound To The Alpha's Heart: His Silver-Eyed Luna
"Say you're mateless, Laia. No matter what you feel during the Ceremony, don't say a word," he whispered squeezing my bicep so tight I thought he'd leave bruise marks.
I was stupid to hope.
Years of secretly dreaming that Alphason Cael would be my mate and choose me, even while Lysandra clung to his side.
All those fantasies shatter the night of the Moon Ceremony when I am forced to lie about fate tying us together. Mateless... that's what I am to the world now.
All I want is to get my little brother and leave this damned pack forever, until one reckless kiss from Cael binds me to a new kind of doom.
For my sin, Lysandra demands a price: steal the ancient Moon Relic from the Faceless Pack, or lose my brother's freedom. She feeds me lies about helping us disappear, about covering my university costs.
Cael just stands there as the masked warriors of the most dangerous pack escort me onto the ship that will take me straight to Alpha Damon, the notorious leader of the Faceless Pack.
How am I supposed to steal from a man whose very name is shrouded in mystery and menace? A masked Alpha who watches me with burning restraint. Every damn time we're near each other, his nostrils flare and all his muscles tense as if he's holding himself back. Sometimes he fails, sometimes I feel the ghost of his touch on the tips of my hair when he thinks I am not looking.
And sometimes... I wonder if I'll survive being near him, seeing the pain in the depths of his eyes. I need to get out and leave Alpha Damon as a distant memory.
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Chapter 3
~LAIA~
Blue eyes lock on mine, I try to look away, but her gaze holds me hostage. She's not smiling now.
One step, deliberate and intimidating.
"You touched what's mine... and you know what that means, don't you?"
Lysander is a mastermind when it comes to punishment. Another step closer.
"But," she finally breathes, lips curling back into a soft smile, "I'll let this one slide."
I hold my breath. Lysander, of all people, seeing me kiss her man and letting it go?
No, I brace for whatever's to come next.My pulse is racing-fifty beats a second, at least.
"Mistakes can be made after all, right?" Her tone is silky, but her eyes pin me in place. "And you'll agree with me that it was a mistake... wasn't it?"
Her questioning gaze burns into mine, and I nod before my throat can even form words.
"You'll have to redeem that mistake," she continues smoothly, "by going to Alpha Damon's pack to do something for me quickly."
My breath seizes. Alpha Damon. Just the name sends a shiver ripping down my spine.
"You see, you'll need to get me something from there... ever heard of the Moon Relic?"
Someone tell me this is delulu, because the Moon Relic? It's just a damn myth. A bedtime story grandmothers tell pups.
Then it dawns on me. Goddess, she's just trying to get me killed. Liam...
"You'll leave at first light," her voice is nothing but serious. "Alpha Damon and his Faceless Pack has called for their tribute. You will join the Sacred Dozen."
The cold night air rushes into my lungs at the thought of the Sacred Dozen. Last time it happened I was younger than Liam and mom and dad kept me inside the house all day until the evil wolves were gone.
Twelve Wolves. Twelve bodies offered up every decade. The chosen never return.
"I can't go with them. Don't the elders arrange all this, months before the Faceless wolves even land in our port? And you can't send 13." Then I add, "Are you sending me instead of someone else?"
"Oh no worries." She waves a dismissive manicured hand. "Your name was sent a while ago. I have your back."
I am stunned into silence. This has nothing to do with Cael... and me. Inside my chest the bond thrums weakly like a tired bird in a small cage.
My throat tightens and I try again. "That's a death sentence," I stutter. My thoughts go to Liam, I can't just die on him. He's barely thirteen, and still too young to shift, too young to defend himself. He's the reason I endure everything. Fucking all of this pack.
"Or an opportunity." Her eyes cut back to mine, warning lights flashing behind them, no, not just a warning. A threat. "You're clever, Laia. I need clever. Think about Liam."
My teeth grind together as my fists curl, ready to swing. Liam did nothing wrong, his only crime is being my brother. And yet, every damn time, they drag him into their twisted games. Why the fuck is he always their favorite target?
"You'll keep him here?" My voice drops to a whisper, but it's not a question. It's a plea.
Lips curl into a slow, satisfied smile. "Of course. Safe under my protection. But safety has a price."
She takes two measured steps back, finally letting the air rush into my lungs.
"Legend calls the Moon Relic a myth," she says as if giving a lecture in a classroom, "but I don't buy legends that easily. I believe it exists. And I believe you will find it for me."
"And if I don't?" I force the words out. "If it doesn't exist..."
Her smile doesn't falter. "Laia. Laia. Laia. You do know me, don't you? Look at this pack. Look at Cael. He's in love with me. Soon I'll be Luna of this pack. I wouldn't send you to fetch something that doesn't exist." She steps closer, voice dripping with honey. "And your lovely brother, such a bright, careless boy, he's under my protection. It would be tragic if he lost his pack's favor, all the free education, a place to live... Mr. Thompson tells me Liam is exceptionally good in his math and science classes. What would a 13-year-old boy do if he got lost in the woods a mile away from that rogue camp one day? You wouldn't want that for him, would you?"
Only Lysander could hand me a death sentence and make me thank her for it.
I'm a puncher. Staring at her face, I can already map the perfect spot to strike, right under the jaw, hard enough to shut that smug mouth for good. Fuck me for having the skill and not being able to use it.
Ice from the cold evening courses through my veins.
"You're sending me as a spy?" I ask.
Her eyes light up like I finally get the drill.
"You see why I chose you. You're clever, and you'll make a fine thief." She leans in as if we're friends gossiping. "Bring me the Moon Relic, and I'll grant you both freedom. I'll pay for a new life in Bavaria, that quaint little town that accepted your university application. You'll study. You'll live like a human girl. No one will ever know where you came from. And you'll forget about all this and never say a word. Forever."
For one heartbeat my chest expands with oxygen filling me. Bavaria. I already see it: cobblestone streets, Liam's hand in mine, warm mornings that don't taste like fear.
I come back into the dark chilly forest we're standing in. I could grab Liam, and vanish into the night before the morning. But that would only complicate our lives further, turn us into hunted fugitives with nowhere safe to land. Or... I could step through this door she's cracked open. She's lost her mind with this Moon Relic thing, but maybe if I spy for her and give her enough useful information... Either way, she's not going to let me stay here. And she's definitely not going to let me get Liam and leave.
I'll either spy for her, or I'll find a way to get Liam and disappear.
My heart is racing so violently it feels like it's trying to claw out of my chest, pounding against my ribs as if it knows the weight of what I'm about to do.
I lift my chin and look straight at her, refusing to flinch. "I'll do it."
The two words leave my mouth like a death sentence. The second they're spoken, realization slams into me; I've just agreed to march into the fearsome Faceless Pack, slip past their wolves, and steal something that isn't supposed to exist from the most dangerous Alpha alive.
Oh, fuck it. Fuckity, fuck me sideways.
"Good girl." Her lips curve, spreading into a smile that chills me straight to the bone.
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Elias has lived his whole life as a lie.
Born a male Omega in a world where his kind are owned, traded, or bred, his only chance at freedom was to disappear behind a forged identity. Now he's "Eli Arden," Rank 2 at the most ruthless Alpha academy in the nation.
No one suspects the truth;
Not the instructors.
Not the students.
Not even the wolves who want to beat him.
Only one person watches too closely.
Ronan Vesper: Rank 1, cold-blooded, terrifying, heir to an Alpha dynasty and the one Alpha Elias can't afford to provoke... or attract.
But suppressants are failing. Instincts are waking. And when Ronan catches Elias mid-dose, something shifts between hunter and prey.
He should have exposed him.
He didn't.
Now Ronan is circling him like a secret he wants to own.
And Elias is running out of time to keep his body and identity under control.
In a school where the weak are erased and the powerful take what they want...
What happens when the deadliest Alpha discovers his greatest rival is an Omega?
7.1
Rejected, demeaned, and wrongly accused of murder she didn't commit.
Maya's life shatters as they accuse her of the sudden death of the new Luna chosen by Alpha Caleb.
Pregnant and powerless, she flees into forbidden territory where Caleb's laws cannot reach her.
Bleeding, terrified, and hunted by an entire pack, Maya collapses at the borders of the Mooresville pack territory ruled by the cold, feared Alpha Ryder, a man known for two things: his ruthless leadership and his complete lack of desire for any woman.
To save her life, Ryder offers her a deal: two years of a contract marriage and protection in exchange for her presence, no emotions, no intimacy, and no exceptions.
Ryder faces the one thing he never prepared for: wanting a woman he swore he could never desire. And Maya must choose: run again or trust one man whose heart isn't supposed to want her.
8.5
She lost everything in one night-the screams of her coven, the blood of her brother, the betrayal of someone they trusted. Ten years later, Seraphina Nightborne lives hidden among common vampires, pretending to be weak while silently preparing for revenge. But at a royal gathering, fate plays the cruelest trick of all. Her fated blood-bond mate walks in, Damien Valcourt. Future Vampire King. The man tied to the night her family died. The one who believes she's long dead. Her heart screams to reject him. Her vampire spirit refuses to bow, but Damien has waited years for his destined queen-and he will burn kingdoms before letting her disappear again. Forced into his world, torn between rage and the irresistible pull of destiny, Seraphina is determined to uncover the truth... even if it destroys her. What happens when the girl he mourned becomes the queen who hates him? What happens when Seraphina learns the true traitor is someone she still trusts? And when darkness returns... will she choose revenge? Or the vampire fate chained her heart to?
9.0
I am the undisputed ice queen of the ER, a doctor whose life is built on absolute control. A month ago, I impulsively married a stranger to create a legal shield against my ex-mentor's betrayal.
Our prenup had one strict rule: a fake marriage with zero interference in each other's lives. But tonight, my "husband on paper" was wheeled into my ER, unconscious, reeking of cheap whiskey, and suffering from a bleeding ulcer.
To authorize his emergency surgery, I had to sign the consent form as his wife, detonating a gossip bomb among my colleagues. Worse, his overbearing family found out he was hospitalized. To stop his terrifying mother from flying in and exposing our sham marriage, I had to lean over his hospital bed and take a fake, loving couple's selfie.
I didn't understand why this disciplined math professor was suddenly drinking himself to death, nor why my chest tightened when he looked at me with exhausted eyes and begged for homemade soup. My perfectly ordered, untouchable life was crumbling into a chaotic mess, and I was losing my grip on the narrative.
"We should probably spend some time together beforehand. We could be roommates."
To prepare for an unavoidable family dinner and a wedding, my stranger husband just asked me to move into his apartment. The ultimate uncontrolled variable has just crossed the line, and our fake marriage is about to become dangerously real.
8.2
On our tenth anniversary, I found the divorce papers my husband, Drake, had secretly filed a year ago.
That same night, I watched him walk into our favorite restaurant, his arm wrapped around his pregnant campaign manager, Chelsea.
I soon learned his plan was more monstrous than a simple affair. He had tricked me into signing the papers, intending for me to raise his mistress's child as my own-a perfect political cover for the wife who couldn't conceive.
When Chelsea later faked a fall and blamed me, the hatred in Drake's eyes confirmed everything.
"If anything happens to her or my child," he snarled, shoving me aside, "I will never forgive you."
He didn't know my secret.
After twelve agonizing rounds of IVF, I was finally pregnant-with twins. He had made his choice, and now I was making mine. I would disappear with my children, and he would never see us again.
7.4
It's the holiday season, and single mom Jade urgently needs a roommate.... She posts an ad and thinks she's found the perfect match... until J. Morrison shows up.... Jace Morrison, her best friend's older brother, her one-night-stand from last Year's January... and the father of her 10-month-old daughter.
As Jace settles in, blissfully unaware that the child was his, strict rules collide with Jade's determination to keep Harper a secret, But, truth always has a way of slipping out as what was supposed to be a temporary holiday arrangement, now quickly turns into a tangled web of sparks, Secrets, Jealousy, and heartache that neither of them can ignore.