Owned by the Enemy

Thrown to the Wolves

Astrid



Dom didn’t give me a choice.Didn’t give me a tour.

Didn’t even give me a moment to breathe.

He walked out of the shower—dripping confidence and sin—in ripped black jeans and a t-shirt that clung to every carved line of his chest like it worshipped him. He ran a towel through his hair once, tossed me a crooked smirk like he hadn’t just hijacked my entire life, and said:

“You’ve got ten minutes. The pack wants to meet their new Luna.”

Luna. Right.

More like exhibit A.

I don’t bother with makeup. What would be the point? This isn’t a celebration. It’s a goddamn crucifixion.

I pull on a simple sundress—something soft, flowing, non-confrontational. My hands tremble as I drag a brush through my tangled hair. The knot in my stomach is a live thing, twisting tighter with every minute that passes.

Ten minutes later, he’s waiting at the door, impatient and smug, like this is just another item on his ‘ways to break Astrid’ checklist.

He doesn’t offer his arm. Doesn’t speak. Just turns and starts walking down the long, echoing corridors with that storm cloud energy pulsing off him like static. The silence between us is suffocating. Every footstep feels like the lead-in to a firing squad.

My wolf is pacing, tense and stiff beneath my skin. She knows. She feels it.

This isn’t going to be fun. This is going to be a battlefield.

We push through a set of heavy double doors and step into the great hall. And suddenly… it’s like I’ve been tossed into a spotlight.

The entire Obsidian Pack is here. Warriors. Omegas. Elders. Enforcers. A sea of wolves in every shape and status. Every head turns. Every eye lands on me. Like I’m some exotic animal they’ve never seen before—and might just eat me alive. Dom doesn’t hesitate. Doesn’t so much as glance at me. He saunters to the front like the world owes him a standing ovation.

And honestly, in his territory? It probably does.

He raises his hands casually, commanding silence without raising his voice. His tone is cool. Collected. Alpha-deep.

“This is Astrid.”

No, ‘my fated mate.’ No ‘Luna.’ Just… my name. Like I’m a stray someone dragged in off the street.

“She’ll be staying with us,” he continues, voice dry. “She’s been assigned to me by the fates or whatever bulls*t the Moon Goddess is pulling these days.” A few chuckles ripple through the crowd. My heart stumbles in my chest.

What the actual hell is he doing?

“She won’t be marked. Not yet. Maybe not ever. That’s still up for debate.”

He glances at me then, raising a brow. His look says, beg me and maybe I’ll consider it.

A low murmur rolls through the room like a growing wave. My chest tightens. My wolf lets out a soft, confused whimper, tail low. This isn’t just rejection.

It’s humiliation.

“And since I’m not dead yet,” he adds, smirking now, “I’ll still be enjoying my usual extracurricular activities. So don’t worry, ladies. The fun’s not over.”

He winks at a group of women near the front. The ones practically purring. They giggle—too loud. Too pleased. Some of them shoot me looks like they’ve already booked their next ride on the Dom train.

I feel like I’m choking on the air. Rage boils beneath my skin like lava beneath ice, but I don’t move. I don’t speak. He’s clearly not finished. Dom turns back to me one last time, eyes hard and glinting. The crowd sees arrogance. Amusement.

But I see the truth. Cold. Vicious.

“Try not to get in the way, Princess,” he murmurs, voice low enough that only I can hear. “This is my kingdom. You’re just… property.”

And with that, he turns his back on me and walks away. Just walks away. Leaving me there—alone—at the front of a room full of wolves who either hate me, pity me, or plan to tear me apart at the first opportunity.

I should run. I should break. I should crumble. But I don’t. I lift my chin. Lock my spine. Meet every gaze, one by one.

The warriors sizing me up like a threat. The women glaring like I stole something. The elders blinking down at me like I’m not supposed to exist here.

And maybe I’m not. But that doesn’t matter. Because I’m here now. And I’m not going anywhere. Let them see me. Let them sneer. Let them underestimate me. Because I might not be Dom’s Luna… But I will become something else.

Something none of them ever saw coming.