The Alpha's forbidden lunaUpdated at Aug 19, 2026, 11:01
I was raised on one rule, a rule that says— never let a pack scent me twice.
For nine years I broke it a hundred times over and got away with every one — running contraband medicine through rogue territory, staying invisible, staying alive, staying far away from the Alpha whose enforcers hunted people like me for sport.
Then his eyes found mine across a burning campsite, and every rule I'd built my life on turned to ash.
Mate.
He didn't want it. I didn't want it. His pack executes rogues at the border — and yet Callahan Ashgrove looked at the weapon in his own hand and chose to lower it instead.
That should have been the end of it. A mercy. A mistake. Something we both walked away from.
Instead he brought me inside pack walls he's supposed to guard with his life, and every night I stay is a night closer to the secret sewn into the lining of my coat — a pendant I was forbidden to ever remove, a bloodline his own father was locked away for slaughtering, and a name that makes every Alpha in the region look at me like I'm either a prize or a threat.
"Whose claim are you honoring — the treaty, or the bond?" the rival Alpha asked him, dropping a marriage contract on the table with my name on it. A name I didn't even know I had.
Cal didn't answer with words.
He answered by pulling me behind him and telling an entire room of Alphas that I belonged to no one's treaty but his.
But treaties aren't the only thing coming for me. His father is out. He doesn't want me dead anymore — he wants the bloodline in my blood bonded permanently into his son, whether either of us consents to it or not.
I spent my whole life running from packs. Now I'm about to become the reason two of them go to war — and the only thing standing between me and a forced claim I never agreed to is an Alpha who swore he'd never let himself feel a mate bond at all.
He's about to break that promise in front of everyone.