Bound by Moonlight and Magic

Bound by Moonlight and Magic Chapter 2: Secrets and Consequences

“I can’t just leave,” I whisper, though the words come out barely audible. “I don’t know what’s happening. What’s going on?”

The room feels like it’s closing in around me, the weight of my sister’s cryptic words and the Alpha’s intense gaze pressing down with suffocating force. The air is thick, charged with magic and something deeper—something ancient.

I can feel the pulse of the bond between the Alpha and me, thrumming beneath my skin, just waiting to ignite. It’s raw. It’s undeniable. And it’s dangerous.

My sister sighs, her gaze flickering between me and the Alpha. Her lips tighten as if she’s struggling to find the right words. I’ve never seen her like this—this vulnerable, this unsure. It only makes the pit in my stomach grow deeper, darker.

“You’re tied to him now,” she says softly, almost reluctantly, her voice trembling slightly as she speaks the words she clearly didn’t want to say. “The prophecy—it’s not just about bloodlines and packs. It’s about us. About witches and wolves, about the magic that runs through both of us. You were never meant to be his mate, but fate doesn’t care about that. It doesn’t care about our grudges or our hatred.”

The Alpha steps forward, his presence overwhelming, almost suffocating. I can feel the heat radiating off him, his animal instincts swirling dangerously beneath his calm facade. His eyes lock with mine, burning with that strange, impossible pull that draws me toward him, even though every part of me is screaming to stay away.

“Why didn’t you tell me this before?” His voice is low, controlled, but I can hear the edge of frustration underneath. “Why wait until now?”

My sister stands her ground, her chin lifted with quiet defiance. “Because it wasn’t supposed to happen like this,” she says, her voice cutting through the tension in the room. “You weren’t supposed to find her, Alpha. The Fates twisted things when they chose her. It wasn’t meant to be you.”

“Then who?” he snaps, his gaze never leaving mine. “Who was it supposed to be?”

I don’t know what answer he expects, but it’s not one I have. The truth is, there was no one else. The bond between witches and wolves has always been tenuous, strained by centuries of violence and bloodshed. And now, the impossible has happened—we have been bound together.

“You’re both too tangled in the threads of fate to fight it anymore,” my sister says quietly. “That’s why I had to come. I couldn’t let you ruin each other any more than you already have.”

Ruin each other? What is she talking about?

My pulse quickens as my mind races. I turn to the Alpha, trying to see past the wolf in him to the man who is standing there, still, silent, watching me with an intensity that makes my skin crawl and tingle all at once. I want to pull away, but I can’t. The pull between us is too strong, too primal. I want to run, but I can’t leave him.

“Why does it feel like this?” I ask, my voice shaky. “Why does it feel like I need you?”

The Alpha's gaze sharpens, the wolf in him coming to the forefront. His golden eyes burn as he steps closer to me, his scent filling the air, more intoxicating than before.

“Because,” he growls, his voice low and dangerous, “you do need me. And I need you.”

His words send a shiver down my spine, and I instinctively take a step back, but my body betrays me. The pull is undeniable, and before I can stop myself, my feet are moving, bringing me closer to him.

I stop just inches from him, our breath mingling, and the intensity between us becomes almost suffocating. His presence is overwhelming, like a storm I can’t escape, like a wave crashing over me, pulling me under.

“What happens now?” I whisper, my voice barely above a breath. “Now that we’re… bound?”

The question hangs in the air, unanswered for a moment, as if the world is waiting for him to speak, for the truth to finally break free.

His eyes flicker to my sister, then back to me. “Now,” he says, his voice hard and unyielding, “we face the consequences of fate. We figure out why this bond exists, and how to survive it.”

I swallow hard. Survive it? But the truth is, I don’t know if I can survive this. Him. The wolf inside him. The Alpha.

“I didn’t ask for this,” I mutter, my voice trembling as the weight of everything settles over me. “I didn’t ask to be your mate. I didn’t ask for this war between our kinds.”

The Alpha’s eyes soften for the briefest of moments, the flicker of humanity beneath the wolf coming through. “Neither did I,” he says quietly, his voice rough. “But here we are.”

There’s a moment of silence, the weight of his words settling like a heavy stone between us.

My sister steps forward, her presence pulling me back to reality. “There’s more you don’t know,” she says, her voice tense. “More that’s coming. The prophecy, the curse—it’s bigger than you can imagine. And the more you fight it, the worse it will be.”

I feel my stomach turn, my anxiety rising with every word she says. More? What could possibly be worse than this? Than being bound to an Alpha wolf, an enemy to my kind?

“What do you mean?” I ask, though the question is weak, my voice trembling.

My sister looks between us again, her face pale, her expression one I’ve never seen before—haunted, almost as if she knows something terrible is about to unfold.

“The magic,” she says quietly. “It’s changing. The balance between our kinds—witches and wolves—has always been unstable. But now…” She trails off, the words hanging in the air like a shadow. “Something is coming. Something that neither of you will be able to stop.”

The Alpha steps forward, his posture rigid, eyes burning with suspicion and anger. “What are you talking about?” he demands. “What’s coming?”

She hesitates, her gaze flickering between us. “I don’t know,” she admits softly. “But it’s already here. And it’s stronger than anything we’ve ever faced.”