The Luna's challenge
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Chapter 4
The moment Kael steps out of the shelter, the air changes.
I feel it even before the raised voices reach me—Alpha pressure slamming into the clearing like a storm front. The torches outside flare brighter, reacting to dominance unleashed without restraint.
I push myself up on my elbows despite the healer’s sharp protest.
“Lyra, you must not move,” she hisses. “Your body—”
“I need to hear,” I whisper.
Because whatever happens next will decide everything.
The shelter flap is thin. Sound bleeds through it easily.
“Alpha Kael,” a familiar, smooth voice says. “You were summoned. Not hiding in the outskirts like a guilty wolf.”
Selene.
My chest tightens painfully.
Kael’s reply is calm. Too calm. “This is still my territory, Selene. You do not summon me.”
A pause. I imagine her smile—sharp, satisfied.
“The Council disagrees,” another voice cuts in. Older. Male. Cold with authority. “Your behavior tonight has raised concerns.”
“You rejected your mate,” Selene adds lightly. “Publicly. Brutally. And yet here you are, lurking near exile lands. Curious.”
My fingers dig into the furs beneath me.
She knows.
Maybe not everything—but she senses weakness. Selene always does.
“The matter is closed,” Kael says. “Lyra Vale has been exiled. She is no longer pack business.”
The lie lands heavy.
The healer shoots him a look, sharp and disapproving.
Outside, Selene laughs softly. “Then you won’t mind if we conduct a sweep of the area.”
My blood turns to ice.
“A sweep?” Kael repeats.
“Yes,” the Councilman says. “Rogue activity has increased. We are here to ensure no traitors are hiding under your protection.”
Silence stretches.
Then Kael speaks again—low, dangerous.
“No.”
The word carries weight. Command. Threat.
“You forget your place,” the Councilman snaps.
“No,” Kael replies evenly. “You forget whose land this is.”
Power slams outward.
Even from inside the shelter, it hits me—my breath catching as Kael’s Alpha dominance surges full force, wild and unapologetic. The torches flicker violently. Wolves outside shift nervously.
Selene’s voice sharpens. “You would defy the Council for an exiled female?”
“No,” Kael says.
My heart stutters.
“I would defy the Council for my pack.”
A clever answer.
A cowardly one.
I squeeze my eyes shut, fighting the sting behind them.
“Stand aside,” Selene says. “If you have nothing to hide.”
Kael doesn’t move.
“I said no.”
The tension snaps.
“I smell her,” Selene suddenly says.
My breath leaves me in a rush.
“She’s close,” Selene continues, voice tight with excitement now. “Close enough that you’re panicking.”
The shelter flap shifts slightly as Selene steps closer. I can almost see her eyes gleaming through the fabric.
“Move,” she orders Kael.
“No.”
“You forget,” Selene says coldly, “I am your future Luna.”
Something in Kael breaks.
“You are nothing of the sort,” he snarls.
The words are raw. Exposed. A mistake.
A dangerous one.
The clearing erupts in murmurs.
The Councilman’s voice turns icy. “Explain yourself, Alpha.”
Kael doesn’t hesitate this time.
“There will be no Luna chosen until the Council answers for its interference in my pack.”
Selene laughs, but there’s rage beneath it now. “You think you can delay the inevitable?”
“I think,” Kael says, stepping closer, “that you have overplayed your hand.”
Silence falls.
Then Selene’s voice drops to a whisper sharp enough to cut. “If Lyra Vale is alive… I will consider it a direct challenge.”
My heart hammers.
The healer grips my arm. “You must not be found,” she whispers urgently. “If Selene touches you now—”
“I know,” I whisper back.
Outside, Kael inhales slowly.
“She is gone,” he says. “And you will leave my land.”
The Councilman scoffs. “You make demands like a man with leverage.”
Kael’s voice lowers. “I am the leverage.”
A long pause.
Then footsteps retreat—slow, calculated.
“They will return,” the healer murmurs grimly. “Selene will not let this go.”
I sink back against the pallet, shaking.
Kael reenters the shelter moments later, his expression thunderous, eyes burning silver. He shuts the flap behind him with a sharp motion and turns to the healer.
“Leave us.”
She hesitates. “Alpha—”
“Now.”
She bows stiffly and exits, leaving us alone.
The silence between us is unbearable.
“You lied,” I say softly.
Kael exhales through his nose. “I protected you.”
“You lied,” I repeat. “And you’ll keep lying until it kills us both.”
His gaze snaps to mine. “You think I don’t know that?”
He runs a hand through his hair, pacing once like a caged predator before stopping in front of me.
“You should not be here,” he says tightly. “You should be far away. Hidden.”
“And yet you brought me closer to your enemies,” I say. “Why?”
His jaw clenches.
“Because I couldn’t leave you bleeding in the dirt,” he snaps. “Because the thought of you dying alone—” He cuts himself off.
I push myself upright despite the ache.
“Say it.”
His eyes darken. “Because rejecting you didn’t stop the bond from tearing me apart.”
The admission hits like a blow.
“You rejected me anyway,” I whisper.
“Yes,” he says. “And it was the only choice that bought us time.”
“Time for what?”
“For me to dismantle the Council,” he says flatly. “For Selene to make a mistake.”
“And for me?” I ask. “What am I supposed to do while you play politics?”
His gaze drops to my stomach again.
“You survive,” he says. “You carry my heir.”
The possessiveness in his voice sends heat curling low in my body, traitorous and unwelcome.
“You don’t get to claim us now,” I say, anger flaring. “Not after what you did.”
He steps closer.
“You think this is easy for me?” he growls. “Watching you look at me like that? Knowing every instinct in me wants to mark you, to pull you back into my arms, to tell the world you are mine?”
My breath stutters.
He stops inches away.
“But I can’t,” he continues, voice rough. “Not yet.”
“Then step back,” I whisper.
He doesn’t.
Instead, his hand lifts—hesitant for the first time—and hovers near my cheek.
I hold my breath.
He drops it.
“Selene will come for you,” he says. “Directly or indirectly. She wants power. And you are a threat she didn’t anticipate.”
“I never wanted this,” I say.
“I know,” he replies.
“And yet you bound me to it.”
Silence falls again.
Then, faintly, a sound reaches us—hoofbeats. Fast. Urgent.
Kael’s head snaps toward the entrance.
A guard bursts in without knocking, face pale. “Alpha. We intercepted a messenger.”
Kael turns sharply. “From who?”
The guard swallows. “From Selene. She has invoked the Rite of Claim.”
My heart stops.
Kael’s expression turns lethal.
“She cannot,” I whisper. “Not while I’m—”
“She can,” Kael says quietly. “And she just did.”
The guard continues, voice shaking. “She demands a challenge. Winner claims the future Luna title.”
My blood runs cold.
Kael looks at me, eyes burning with a mix of fury and fear.
“She’s forcing my hand,” he says.
I clutch my stomach instinctively.
“Kael,” I whisper. “If she wins—”
“She won’t,” he says.
But there’s something in his eyes I’ve never seen before.
Doubt.
Because if Selene wins, she won’t just take his throne.
She’ll take me.
And she will make sure I don’t survive it.
Kael straightens, power rolling off him in violent waves.
“Prepare the arena,” he orders the guard. “At dawn.”
He turns back to me, voice low and fierce.
“No matter what happens tomorrow,” he says, “you do not leave this shelter.”
I search his face. “And you?”
His jaw tightens.
“I fight,” he says. “And I win.”
But as the weight of what’s coming settles heavily over us both, I know one terrifying truth.
This challenge was never just about Selene.
It was about me.
And by dawn, Kael will be forced to choose—
his throne…
or the woman he rejected but never stopped loving.
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