OWNED BY THE MOON KING
The moon chooses a mate for its immortal king every century-and Arielle was never supposed to be the one.
A low-ranked wolf with no power, no status, her quiet life shatters the night an ancient mate bond awakens, pulling the ruthless Moon King straight to her doorstep. Bound by a fate neither can break, she's dragged into his world of blood-soaked laws, buried secrets, and an Alpha who believes destiny gives him the right to own her.
But Arielle is no prize-and the Moon King is about to learn that controlling her is easy... trusting her, and craving her, is not.
As enemies close in and the moon demands its price, desire turns lethal. Survival means surrendering to a love neither planned for-one that could rewrite their fated bond entirely.
Because the moon never makes mistakes... or does it?
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Chapter 2
Chapter 2
Claiming the Bond
The forest was silent now, the only sound her ragged breathing and the distant whisper of leaves swaying under the silver moonlight. Arielle tried to step back, tried to pull herself from the magnetic weight of his presence, but the moment she moved, his eyes-sharp, silver, unyielding-stopped her.
"You can't run from this," he said, his voice low, smooth, and filled with something she couldn't name. Possession, maybe. Desire. Command. All rolled into one. "The moon has chosen you, Arielle. And I... I will claim you."
Her stomach churned. "Claim me?" she whispered, voice trembling. The word sounded wrong, dangerous, but it ignited something deep within her chest. Fear mingled with a strange, irresistible pull. "I'm not... not yours."
He smiled-not kindly. Not gently-but like a predator aware of its prey. "Oh, you are," he murmured, stepping closer. Every movement was deliberate, controlled. The air between them thickened, charged with energy she could feel vibrating through her skin. "The bond has awakened. It's in your blood, your scent, your very heartbeat. You belong to me whether you want it or not."
Arielle's eyes widened as she took an involuntary step closer, drawn by the invisible tether that wrapped around her soul. Her hands clenched at her sides, fingernails digging into her palms, trying to fight the pull. But the more she struggled, the stronger it seemed, the deeper it sank its roots.
"You don't understand," she whispered, voice barely audible. Her heart pounded-not just from fear, but from the heat radiating off him. Every fiber of her being screamed at her to resist, yet every instinct told her to stay, to lean into him, to accept the impossible.
He reached out then, brushing a strand of her hair from her face, and the touch-so soft, so deliberate-sent shivers cascading down her spine. She caught the faint scent of him again: night, earth, something wild, untamed, intoxicating. It wrapped around her senses like smoke, and for a brief, dangerous moment, she forgot to breathe.
"The moon does not make mistakes," he said, voice dipping lower, almost reverent. "And the bond... it does not lie. You are mine. From this moment, your life, your fate, your heart-everything-belongs to me."
Arielle's knees threatened to buckle. Her mind screamed, telling her to run, to flee, to tear herself away. But her body refused. She felt his hand hover near her neck, just above the crescent mark the moon had left on her skin. Her pulse raced. Her blood seemed to hum. The connection between them tightened, a living chain that pulled at her very soul.
"You will try to resist," he said, eyes glinting with dark amusement. "And I will allow it... for a time. But understand this, Arielle: the moon will always find a way. And I..." He paused, letting his words sink into the marrow of her bones, "...I never lose what is mine."
The words dripped over her like molten silver, both terrifying and... exhilarating. A part of her-small, hidden, daring-longed to see if it were true. Could he really own her? Could she surrender without fear and find herself alive, intact, somehow... fulfilled?
"You..." she whispered, voice trembling. "You're... you're cruel."
He leaned closer, the air thick with their mingling scents, and his smile curved. "No, Arielle. I am... inevitable."
Her mind reeled, but there was no escaping. The forest, the moon, the wolves lurking in the shadows-all of it paled against the force of his presence. The bond pulsed, tugging at her heart, her blood, her very soul. And in that moment, she understood: the Moon King was not just claiming her body. He was staking a claim on her destiny.
And though she should have run... she didn't.
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When the predator humiliated her, forced high-proof vodka down her throat, and violently pinned her to the floor, Ebert simply watched with dead eyes.
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Afterward, he dragged her battered, barefoot body into his car, only to kick her out into the torrential rain, leaving her on the dark streets to die.
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She had sacrificed her dignity and soul, enduring his violent bites and cruel control, just to keep her family alive.
Why did she have to suffer this endless, twisted humiliation for a psychopath who only saw her as trash?
But she didn't break.
Tearing a strip of his expensive shirt to bandage her bleeding foot, Elie gripped her broken stiletto like a knife.
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8.3
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To survive the military-grade aphrodisiac she poisoned me with, I stumbled into a walk-in freezer and threw myself onto the only source of cold I could find-a man paralyzed by unnatural hypothermia.
It was a desperate, primal exchange of my heat for his ice just to keep my heart from stopping.
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She hadn't caught me with a low-life thug.
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Hailey, blinded by jealousy, tried to double down. She pointed a manicured finger at the deadliest man in the city and called him a "nameless muscle" I picked up to defile the family name.
She didn't realize she had just signed her own death warrant.
I didn't cower. I realized this was the only chance to survive the family that wanted me dead.
I walked up to the Devil himself, my body still humming with the poison, and looked him in the eye.
"Kill me, and the cold inside you wins," I whispered, knowing he was dying from the inverse of my own poison. "I am the only doctor who knows how to cure you."
Demetrius tightened his hand around my throat, his dark eyes assessing my worth.
"Prove it," he growled.
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Told in luminous prose and steeped in spiritual symbolism, The Everflow is a sweeping saga of faith, unity, and the unyielding strength of divine love. It is a story for every heart that has ever felt dry - and for every soul still longing to remember that the river never truly stopped flowing.
When faith becomes a current, hope a journey, and love the water that carries us home - the Everflow begins.
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Heaven accepts the offer. Little does she know this man is Ziason Father, the Alpha of Moon's Wrath pack.
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Now Heaven is trapped under his dark claws, forced to safeguard his biggest secrets with her life and liberty.
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7.5
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