
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 5
CONAN'S POV
I stepped out of the room and shut the door behind me harder than I meant to.
The sound echoed down the hallway.
Good.
I wanted it to.
My hands clenched into fists at my sides, my chest rising and falling like I had just come back from a fight. Every muscle in my body felt tight, coiled, ready to snap.
I wanted to hit something. I wanted to slam my fist into the wall until my knuckles split open. I wanted pain,something physical, something sharp to drown out the mess raging in my head.
What the hell was that?
Who the fuck did she think she was?
An omega.
An omega had just screamed at me. Tried to attack me. Raised her hand to me like I was nothing.
And the worst part?
She didn't look afraid.
She looked like if given a chance she'd rip me apart.
The nerve of her.
I dragged a hand through my hair and let out a sharp breath through my teeth. My anger was visible. I could feel it rolling off me, thick and heavy. Any wolf who crossed my path right now would feel it in my tone, my steps, the way my presence darkened the air.
Omegas were taught to bow.
To lower their eyes.
To submit.
"Their voices weren't to be heard."
She did none of that.
Instead, she stood there, shaking with rage, rejecting me like I was the one beneath her.
Rejecting me.
Fuck her.
The thought made my jaw tighten.
Not that I wanted her.
No.
Why would I want someone so beneath me that it felt like an insult to even imagine it.
That wasn't it.
I never asked for this. I never wanted this bond. I never wanted her as my mate.
Never.
This wasn't supposed to happen.
I turned the corner and paced down the corridor, boots striking the stone floor hard. Servants and guards quickly moved out of my way, their heads lowered as they sensed my mood.
My mind dragged me back to how this all started.
The war.
I hadn't started it for land, or power.
I started it because of Fairi..
My first love.
My fiancée.
She was mine. Chosen by my late parents, betrothed to me when I was eight years old and blessed by the Moon Goddess herself. Her union with me would have strengthened my pack, secured alliances, ended old bloodshed.
And then Rhyna's Alpha took her.
Captured her.
He kept her, mated with her or so I heard.
She was mine. I had waited all my life to have her, to claim her and then he came and shattered everything.
I couldn't have her anymore but I didn't want him to have her either.
I went to him first. I demanded her return. Gave him a chance to do the smart thing.
He refused.
Mocked me.
Alongside his people.
I couldn't accept defeat, it wasn't in me to just let go. I had to fight for what rightfully belonged to me.
So I went to war.
Weeks of bloodshed, Losses on both sides. Still, he wouldn't give her up.
That was when I decided to take something from him.
Someone.
A ransom.
I hadn't planned to hurt anyone unnecessarily.
I just needed leverage. Someone important enough that he would come crawling back.
And that was when I saw her.
Rhyna.
She was moving through the battlefield, not fighting, not hiding. She knelt beside the wounded, her hands covered in blood that wasn't hers.
She looked calm, focused and brave.
She was a healer.
Healers were valuable.
They were Important or so I thought.
I assumed she must be someone the pack cared about. Someone they'd fight for.
That was why I took her.
Nothing more.
I never touched her with intent. Never planned to. I never even looked at her that way.
She was just a means to an end. So how had it turned into this?
Why the fuck didn't she just keep still?
Why did her hands end up in my blood?
How did a bond form?
Why?
I stopped walking and slammed my fist into the stone wall.
The crack echoed sharply.
Pain shot through my knuckles, but it barely registered.
Being fated to an omega.
An omega from the lowest clan.
It was a cruel joke.
The Moon Goddess had to be mocking me.
I was Conan of the Shadowbound Claw. An Alpha feared across territories. Born to rule. Raised for war and leadership.
And she binds me to a healer omega who looks at me like she'd rather spit in my face than kneel.
My lips curled in frustration.
And yet...
She felt it.
I knew she did.
Her wolf reacted. Her scent changed. Her heartbeat raced when I was close.
She could deny it all she wanted, but the bond didn't lie.
That was what scared her.
And maybe... that was what scared me too.
I straightened slowly, pulling my hand back from the wall. Blood trickled down my knuckles. I stared at it for a moment.
My blood.
This was what bound us together.
That single moment had changed everything.
I had seen the pain in her eyes when I spoke harshly.
I had meant to push her away, to remind her,and myself of reality.
That this was a mistake.
That she was beneath me.
But the words had come out crueler than intended.
You're not my type.
Nothing about you would make me choose you.
Lies.
Not because I wanted her,but because the bond wouldn't care what I wanted.
That was the truth I hated most.
She had every right to hate me.
I had taken her away from her people.
And still, she dared to reject me.
I scoffed quietly, the e nerve of her.
An omega telling an Alpha she would never be his Luna. If any other omega had done that, they'd already be punished.
But her... I exhaled slowly.
I didn't want to break her, I didn't want to force her. The bond was already forming. If I pushed too hard, it could damage us both.
And damn it, that mattered.
I hated that it did.
I turned away from the wall and headed toward my chambers, my steps slower now, heavier. She thought she was my prisoner.
If that was what she needed to believe to survive right now... fine.
I would give her distance and time.
But she was wrong about one thing.
This bond wasn't something either of us could escape.
Whether she accepted it or not. Whether I wanted it or not.
The Moon Goddess had decided.
And gods help us both when she finally realized what that meant.
Because once the bond fully awakened...
There would be no walls strong enough to keep us apart.
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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.