HIS LUNA, HIS PRISONER.
Bound by fate, Torn by desire, Forbidden by choice.
Rhyna, a healer omega, never asked for war, or to be taken prisoner. But when the feared Alpha, Conan, drags her into the heart of enemy territory, her world flips upside down.
He claims she is his Luna, destined by a bond she refuses to accept. She is determined to fight, to resist, to survive... but Conan's dominance, power, and the pull of their inexplicable bond test everything she thought she knew about love, loyalty, and herself.
In a world where packs clash and hearts are weapons, can a healer survive the Alpha's desires, and resist the pull of a mate she never wanted?
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Chapter 11
RHYNA'S POV
I looked at him squarely, my green eyes locking with his, while defiance and frustration sparking inside me.
"Why is that?" I asked again, my voice sharper this time. I wanted, no, I needed, to know why he should be more conflicted than I was. Every nerve in me burned with the unfairness of it all.
He inhaled slowly, his jaw tightening as he searched for words. "I have a woman I love with all my heart," he said quietly, almost as if confessing a sin. "A woman of nobility... one whom the whole pack adored... my Fairi."
My hands clenched into fists at my sides. Only the goddess knows why I didn't punch him right there. Why the fuck was he telling me this? Why should I care?
"So why the fuck are you telling me this?" I demanded, my chest heaving, anger and confusion twisting together inside me.
His eyes softened, and he stepped closer, the air around him heavy with heat. "I'm telling you this because... now I'm bound to you."
I blinked, the words hitting me like a slap to the face. My knees nearly gave way. "Don't you see this madness?" I spat, voice trembling with disbelief. "You're bound to me while you... you have someone else you love?"
"Yes," he said, calm and unyielding, but I saw the tension in his jaw. "I am. And it's not something I wanted. Not something I chose. But the bond... it doesn't care about what we want."
"Then fucking go for her and leave me alone!" I snapped, fury and hurt burning in my chest. "Let me deal with my own mess!"
He shook his head slowly, green eyes unreadable. "Where have you ever seen that happen before?"
I stopped mid-breath. That was true.
Bonds were not easily broken. Once they awakened, once the threads of life and soul entwined, they could not simply be cut by words or anger. To break a bond... it required a ritual of the Moon Goddess herself, and even then, there were consequences.
I thought of what I'd read in the ancient scrolls as a child. To attempt breaking a bond meant risking one's life, one's sanity, and even the soul of the pack. The bonded parties would suffer. One could fall into madness, the other into endless grief. The pack itself could fragment, torn between loyalties and curses. And if the ritual failed... death was certain for at least one of those involved.
I swallowed hard, my hands trembling. I just stood there, staring at him, the weight of the truth sinking into my chest like stones.
"I'm an Alpha," he said, his voice low, almost a whisper now. "Of a very great pack... and I'm already betrothed to another. Do you know the conflict that will arise when my elders know about this? Do you know the chaos that will follow if the bond is challenged? If the pack senses division?"
I swallowed, my throat dry. My fingers curled into my sleeves.
"I... I stumbled on that scroll yesterday," he continued, voice tight. "You don't know how I felt, seeing it. Knowing..."
For a moment, his expression softened, and I saw it. I saw the pain that raged beneath his calm exterior. Pain at being bound to a woman he didn't choose. Pain at the duty forced upon him. Pain in being tied to... me, a lowly Omega no one even noticed, no one even cared about.
I felt it like a blade twisting in my chest. For a fleeting moment, the roles reversed. I was the conflict here, and I hated it.
"I... then please," I said, my voice breaking, my legs weakening under the weight of everything, "please let me go."
He shook his head gently, his hand reaching out to brush a loose strand of hair from my face. His touch was light, tentative, almost reverent, and my body betrayed me, shivering where his fingers lingered.
"I can't," he said softly, his voice low, almost a whisper meant for me alone.
Before I could react, before I could pull away, before I could speak another word, his lips were on mine. Not pressing, not demanding, not forceful. Just... there. A soft brush of warmth and breath, light against my lips, teasing, claiming.
My wolf erupted, a scream of ownership and fire, echoing through every vein of my body. Mine! it yelled, every hair standing on end, every claw itching, every muscle trembling with raw desire and warning.
And I... I didn't fight.
My heart thumped wildly, and chaos ran through me like wildfire. My entire body screamed, every nerve alight, mine, mine, mine, and yet my mind tried desperately to push it away. I tried to remind myself of duty, of control, of reason.
But the will wasn't mine anymore. Not fully. Not against the bond, against the pull, against him.
His hands cupped my face gently now, holding me as though I were fragile, and yet the force of the bond between us roared like a tempest, claiming, tying, binding. My wolf howled, a low, possessive sound, echoing the emotions I couldn't voice.
And with a soft, almost inaudible sigh, I finally let go.
I let him in.
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8.8
Scarlet's world shattered the night she discovered her husband in her bed with her own sister.
The betrayal was brutal. The humiliation, unforgivable. And what hurt the most? Neither of them felt a single ounce of remorse.
Within months, her husband divorced her and married the very woman who helped destroy her life, her sister.
They thought she would break. They thought she would disappear quietly.
They were wrong.
Ryan Marchetti-cold, calculating, and dangerously powerful, has spent years waiting for the perfect chance to destroy his business rival. Marrying that rival's ex-wife is the ultimate move. Strategic.
For Scarlet, marrying Ryan isn't about love. It's about revenge.
A calculated alliance. A public statement. A promise that she will rise from the ashes they left her in. Together, they become the scandal that shakes empires.
But revenge is never simple.
Because behind Ryan's icy control lies a secret, one tied to her past, to her ex-husband, to the very marriage that ruined her life. A truth so explosive it could unravel everything she thought she knew.
Was she just a pawn in Ryan's war from the very beginning?
Or is the man she's slowly falling for capable of betraying her too?
In a game fueled by vengeance, power, and buried truths, Scarlet must decide:
Will she let betrayal destroy her again...
Or will she risk her heart for the one man who might truly love her?
9.2
He married her to control her.
To break her.
To own her.
Seraphina let him believe it.
She plays the quiet wife-
soft voice, lowered eyes, perfect obedience.
But behind every smile...
is a plan he was never meant to survive.
Because this marriage was never about love.
Not even power.
It was revenge.
And when Lucien finally uncovers the truth-
when he realizes who she really is...
he won't be fighting to keep her.
He'll be begging to escape her.
7.2
"I made you cum three times in one night and how did you repay me? You dumped our newborn on my doorstep and fled for four years.
Now that I've found you, Diana, there's no escaping me."
~~~DIANA~~~
My wedding happened just a few hours ago when I caught my husband in bed, smashing his boss to raise money for our honeymoon.
I got drunk, broke, and angry-then I got kidnapped.
I woke up in a stranger's house in Vegas.
Cairo Arsher's mansion.
He is rich, too handsome for my sanity and dangerously tempting.
But before I could call the cops on him, he took my hand, kissed it softly, and claimed I'm the woman he fell in love with four years ago-
the one who ran away and left him a newborn.
And now he's vowed to never let me go.
But the truth is... I'VE NEVER REALLY MET THIS MAN BEFORE.
8.9
PROFESSOR SIN
8.9
"Spread your legs and use your hands, my little dove," his voice was rough, a dark whisper that curled into my skin. My body trembled, traitorous, yet I obeyed..because I never resisted him. I couldn't. Even when his words bound me tighter than any rope, even when shame burned my cheeks, my fingers still moved at his command.
I'm Amara Blake. At home, I'm nothing.
The unwanted daughter.
The mistake forced to live in her sister's shadow. A living Donor. A spare part to my sister. Scorned by my mother, hated by my father, reminded daily that my only worth is keeping myself "pure" for Nina's sake.
But with him... purity doesn't exist.
Professor Black doesn't see me as a burden.
He sees me as temptation.
A secret waiting to be ruined.
Every time I walk into his office, I feel the weight of his gaze...hungry, dangerous, claiming. I shouldn't want him. I shouldn't crave the way his voice curls against my skin like a promise of sin.
But I do.
And when his hands finally touch me, I realize one truth...I'm no angel.
I was made to burn. MY PROFESSOR SIN
8.1
Erich died in a freezing cabin, abandoned by the powerful Hollywood actor who had kept him as an abused, captive pet.
But instead of finding peace, his eyes snapped open in a rundown bedroom. He had been reborn into the body of a suicidal stranger.
The original owner, who shared his exact name, had swallowed a bottle of pills after being framed for plagiarism and destroyed by cyberbullying.
Now, his new family was drowning in medical debt and facing foreclosure.
Meanwhile, Erich was still paralyzed by the severe PTSD of his past life, suffocating at the mere memory of his ex's footsteps.
Desperate to shed his trauma, he went to a barbershop to cut off the greasy hair hiding his new face.
But when the barber removed the cape, a wave of pure, unadulterated terror crashed over Erich.
Staring back in the mirror was his exact original face, complete with his signature teardrop mole.
He knew if his psychopathic ex saw this face, the man would tear the world apart to drag him back to his personal hell in Malibu.
But Erich refused to be a victim again. He grabbed a flyer for a prestigious art competition and looked at his stunned new sister.
"I'm going to New York."
This time, he wouldn't hide. He was going to use his art to save this broken family and declare war on everyone who had ruined them.
8.4
Juliette was an agriculture major desperately trying to get top-tier CRISPR potato data from Adrian Castillo, the untouchable physics genius and wealthy heir.
But to get it, she was dragged to a high-end shooting club, where Adrian suddenly lost all his legendary motor skills, shooting zeroes and acting like a helpless nerd.
His clumsy act made Juliette a target. Blair, a wealthy heiress, cornered her, mocking her mud-stained cargo pants and calling her a pathetic dirt-girl.
"If you lose, you leave this club and never speak to Adrian again."
Blair challenged her to a professional air pistol match. The crowd of elites laughed, waiting for the farm girl to humiliate herself.
Even worse, Adrian just stood behind her, pretending to be terrified of Blair and whispering that his sinuses would swell shut if Juliette didn't save him.
The mockery and judgment felt suffocating. Everyone thought she was just a desperate fangirl who didn't even know how to hold a gun.
But they didn't know the dark trauma she had buried years ago. And she didn't understand why Adrian, a man who could supposedly shoot a coin at eight hundred meters in a sandstorm, was deliberately playing weak to push her to the firing line. What was his sick endgame?
To secure her experimental fertilizer, Juliette finally stopped hiding.
She picked up the competition pistol, locked her perfect stance, and fired ten flawless shots.
108.5. Total, undeniable annihilation.