Chapter 13: Fire and Chains
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I should have walked away.
I should have stepped back, taken control of myself, reined in the wild hunger burning beneath my skin.
But I didn’t.
Because this wasn’t just about power anymore.
It was about claiming it.
The True Alpha’s body was solid beneath me, the weight of my own pressed against his as the forest swallowed the sound of our ragged breaths. The earth beneath us trembled, the remnants of my unleashed power still pulsing through the ground like a second heartbeat.
I expected him to push me off. To snarl. To fight.
Instead, he lay there, silver eyes dark with something unreadable.
And then—he laughed.
It wasn’t mocking.
It was deep, amused. Wicked.
“You don’t know what you’ve done, do you?”
His voice scraped against my senses, a slow, deliberate taunt. I dug my claws into the dirt beside his head, refusing to be pulled into whatever twisted game he was playing.
“I know exactly what I’ve done,” I murmured.
His smirk curled like smoke. “Then tell me, little Luna—what’s next?”
My breath hitched at the name.
Luna.
It should have felt foreign.
But it didn’t.
Because I wasn’t an omega anymore. I wasn’t something to be discarded, rejected, thrown away.
I was becoming.
I leaned in just enough to feel the heat radiating off him, my voice a quiet snarl. “I win.”
His hand shot up.
I should have expected it.
He moved with the same deadly speed as before, his grip wrapping around my throat in a single, fluid motion. Not crushing. Not choking. Just holding.
A test. A threat. A promise.
“Do you?” His voice was softer now, something dangerous laced beneath the words. “Because I don’t think you even know what you are yet.”
I let my lips part, let him see the sharp edges of my teeth. “Then show me.”
A flicker of something feral passed through his gaze.
And then—
“Enough!”
The power behind the command nearly sent me crashing to the ground.
I gasped as it slammed into me like an invisible force, the sheer dominance of it forcing my muscles to lock, my breath to catch.
The True Alpha stiffened beneath me.
Because it wasn’t his voice.
It came from the shadows.
From the night itself.
Slowly, I turned my head.
And my heart stopped.
A figure emerged from the darkness, his presence suffocating. Towering. Absolute.
His eyes weren’t silver.
They were gold.
Not like the weak alphas I had known. Not like the false kings who thought they ruled these lands.
This was different.
This was ancient.
Pure.
Undeniable.
A True King.
The True Alpha beneath me stiffened. His grip loosened just enough for me to pull back, but he didn’t take his gaze off the man standing before us.
I could feel the weight of him.
The authority.
The power.
And worse—
I could feel my own wolf submit.
Alera whimpered inside me, something primal rolling through her, something neither of us could fight.
I tried to stand.
I couldn’t.
The golden-eyed man tilted his head slightly, as if studying me.
His voice was quiet.
Calm.
But it shook through my bones like an earthquake.
“So this is the lost Luna.”
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