His Moonlight Angel

Claimed by a Stranger!!

“What?” The word slipped out before I could stop it, my voice barely more than a whisper. His words echoed in my mind, refusing to make sense.

“I’m not yours! Get the hell off me, you— you creep!” I struggled against his hold, my palms pressing against his chest, but it was like trying to move a wall.

That only made something dark flicker in his eyes. In a blur, he grabbed my wrists and pinned them above my head, his grip firm but not painful—almost as if he was afraid he might hurt me. His face hovered just inches from mine, and his gaze was... lethal.

“You’re mine,” he growled, his voice low and rough enough to send a shiver down my spine. “Whether you like it or not… mate.”

The last word hit me like lightning.

I froze. Mate?

No. That couldn’t be. But then… why did his voice sound so achingly familiar? Why did his touch feel like home, even though I barely knew him? My heartbeat thundered in my ears as warmth rushed through me—an impossible, undeniable pull toward him.

And his scent… gods, that scent. Woodsy, warm, threaded with something sweet—vanilla and danger. It wrapped around me, teasing my senses, making it harder to think, harder to remember why I was supposed to hate him.

If the scent, the warmth, and the strange familiarity weren’t enough, then the sparks that erupted where his skin touched mine should’ve been the final proof. A rush of tingling heat danced up my arms, spreading through my veins like liquid fire. My stomach fluttered, my spine tingled, and somewhere deep inside, a whisper echoed through my mind—soft but insistent.

Mate.

The voice wasn’t mine. It was hers—my wolf. After all this time, she was stirring from her long silence, pushing against the walls I didn’t even know I’d built.

The mate bond was doing its work, wrapping invisible chains around my heart, pulling me toward him even as my mind screamed to pull away. I couldn’t tear my gaze from his eyes; they were deep and endless, the kind of eyes that could drown you if you weren’t careful.

Yet beneath that pull, something colder lurked. A shadow. A warning.

There was danger in him—raw, wild, and untamed. The kind that both terrified and tempted me.

And then there was the very real problem that he was still naked. Completely. On top of me.

Mate or not, my brain short-circuited at the sight. Heat flamed across my face, and I tried not to look anywhere below his shoulders. I had never seen a naked man before—and I sure as hell hadn’t planned for today to be the day that changed.

“Uhmm…” I muttered, squirming beneath him, trying to shift just enough to remind him that—hello—I was still pinned to the ground by a very naked man.

His eyes flickered with something unreadable, and then, to my immense relief, he finally pushed off me. Without a word, he grabbed a pair of pants and slipped them on in one smooth motion.

I tried—honestly, I tried—to look away. But my eyes betrayed me. I caught a glimpse of his perfectly sculpted backside before I jerked my gaze elsewhere, cheeks flaming.

Oh. My. Goddess.

He had a really nice ass.

Heat crept up my neck as my imagination decided to betray me completely. I’d never reacted like this to anyone before, yet here I was—half dazed, half mortified—thinking about all the sinful, absolutely forbidden things I could do to him. And all it took was watching his back muscles flex while he dressed.

“Let’s go,” he said flatly, his voice cutting through my thoughts like a blade.

And just like that, the moment shattered.

He turned and walked away, his long strides unbothered and annoyingly graceful. Meanwhile, I was still sitting on the cold ground where he’d shoved me, staring after him in disbelief.

He didn’t even offer me a hand.

Some mate he was.

My jaw hung slightly open as I watched his retreating figure disappear ahead of me—half furious, half captivated, and completely confused about what the hell had just happened.

“I’m not going anywhere with you!” I shouted after him, refusing to take a single step forward. Mate or not, he was still a stranger. A half-naked, infuriating, dangerously attractive stranger.

He stopped mid-stride, his shoulders going rigid. When he turned slightly, I could see the muscles in his jaw tighten.

“Don’t make me repeat myself,” he said, his tone low—controlled, but only barely.

“Then maybe you should clean out your ears,” I snapped, crossing my arms. “Because I said I’m not going anywhere with you!”

For a moment, silence hung between us like a storm waiting to break. Another man stood beside him—taller, broader, with a wary expression—as if he was caught in the middle of something he wanted no part of. They exchanged a few hushed words, and then his piercing gaze swung back to me.

That’s when I saw it—his eyes flickering from deep blue to glowing gold, back and forth like a battle between two souls. His wolf was fighting for control.

My breath caught.

Seconds later, his eyes locked on mine again, clear blue and burning with fury.

He started toward me.

Each step he took sent my heart racing faster. I stumbled back, scrambling like an i***t, but he moved too quickly—graceful, precise, deadly.

“Stay away from me!” I warned, though my voice came out shakier than I intended.

He didn’t listen.

In one swift motion, he closed the distance, grabbed me like I weighed nothing, and tossed me over his shoulder as if I were some kind of stubborn sack of potatoes.

“Put me down!” I yelled, pounding my fists against his back. “I swear I’ll bite you!”

His only response was a low growl rumbling from deep in his chest—a sound that made every hair on my body stand on end.

“What are you doing?! Put me down, you—you—you brute!” I shouted, pounding my fists against his annoyingly perfect back.

It felt like punching a granite wall.

After the third hit, my palms stung so bad I had to stop and rub them. Great. I was literally hurting myself trying to hurt him.

He chuckled—deep, smug, infuriatingly sexy.

“What’s the matter? Cat got your tongue, sweetheart?”

My head snapped up. “Don’t call me that! I’m not your sweetheart!”

He tilted his head slightly, a faint smirk tugging at his lips. “I’m sorry, but I don’t take orders from a rogue.”

His words cut through me like a blade, venomous and sharp.

I glared at him from where I dangled over his shoulder. “I’m not a rogue! I’m just… lost!”

He slowed his steps, his tone dripping with disbelief. “Lost?”

“Yes,” I said, lifting my chin even though he couldn’t see it. “You know, when someone can’t find their way or—”

“I know what the damn word means,” he snapped, his patience clearly fraying.

“Then why did you ask?” I shot back before I could stop myself.

He let out a low growl, the kind that vibrated through his chest—and unfortunately, into my stomach since that’s exactly where I was thrown over his shoulder.

“Can you please put me down? I can walk, you know,” I said, squirming against his shoulder.

His answer was short and merciless. “No.”

I groaned. “Okay, fine. Then maybe you can at least tell me where you’re dragging me off to?” I drawled, my tone dripping with annoyance.

“Back to the pack house,” he replied without hesitation.

Every muscle in my body went rigid. My breath caught.

“No—no, please,” I blurted, struggling violently now. Panic clawed its way up my throat as I twisted in his grip. “Don’t take me back there. I’m begging you!”

He didn’t slow down, didn’t flinch—just kept walking with that maddening calmness, his arm locked firmly around my legs as if I weighed nothing.

“Relax,” he said, his voice softening just a fraction. “I’m not taking you there.”

I froze mid-struggle, my heartbeat thundering in my ears. “What?”

He exhaled, the tension in his shoulders easing slightly. “I’m taking you to the Night Howlers.”