Episode 7:Not Yours Anymore
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Kael slammed the door open, his face pale, sweat lining his brow.
“I felt her.”
Coren looked up from the war table, stunned. “You what?”
“Last night,” Kael growled. “I felt her. Like the bond reignited for a moment. She was in heat.”
Coren straightened. “If she’s awakened her Moonblood and entered heat…”
“She’s vulnerable,” Kael said sharply.
Coren didn’t speak for a moment. Then—“Or stronger than ever.”
Kael didn’t respond. He turned away, fury and panic storming through him.
He’d rejected her.
He had no claim.
But the very idea of someone else near her—touching her—set his blood on fire.
Across the valley, Alera stood beneath the moon, breathing deep. Her power had grown. Her body had changed. And when she moved now, the earth hummed with her.
She lifted her hand and watched sparks dance across her skin.
Kael might’ve been the first to break her.
But he would not be the last to beg.
Alera stood beneath the moon, sweat slicking her brow, her chest rising and falling like she’d run for hours. But she hadn’t moved. Not physically, at least. Her body burned from within, heat curling through her stomach, her chest, her thighs.
Her wolf whimpered inside her, aching to be touched, to be claimed. But not by just anyone.
It was Kael’s name that had echoed in her mind when the heat started. His scent that haunted her. His voice that called her mate even after he’d rejected her.
But she wasn’t his. Not anymore.
And yet... it still pulled at her.
She turned sharply when the scent hit her. Not Kael.
The stranger.
The Lone Alpha stepped through the trees again, slower this time, watching her like prey and worship. His eyes flicked over her flushed skin, the glow in her irises, the tremble in her fingers.
“You should be hiding,” he said, voice low. “The way you smell right now… it’ll draw monsters.”
Alera lifted her chin. “Then let them come.”
His smile was faint. “Brave. Or stupid.”
“I’m not weak,” she said, stepping toward him. “And I don’t belong to Kael. Not anymore.”
The stranger’s eyes darkened. “Then who do you belong to?”
Alera stopped in front of him, inches away. She could feel the tension in the air between them, thick and electric.
“I don’t belong to anyone,” she whispered.
He stared at her for a long second. Then nodded once.
“Good,” he said, voice rough. “Because if you did… there’d be a war.”
She didn’t flinch.
“I’m not afraid of war.”
He leaned closer, his breath brushing her cheek. “You should be.”
She held her ground.
But as he vanished into the trees again, her heart thundered in her chest—and for the first time since Kael’s rejection, it wasn’t pain she felt.
It was power.
And desire.
And a warning.
Because this time, when Kael came for her… he wouldn’t be the only one.
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