Chapter 4: The Lies Beneath the Moon
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The wind howled outside my cabin, rattling the wooden walls as if nature itself shared my fury. My hands trembled as I gripped the edges of the worn table, my nails digging into the splintered wood.
I had spent my entire life being ignored, dismissed, treated as nothing more than a weak Omega who should be grateful for the scraps of respect she was given. But this?
This was different.
This was my fate being stolen right before my eyes.
Alera paced in my mind, her growls echoing through my consciousness, her rage a wildfire threatening to consume me whole.
“This isn’t possible,” she snarled. “He’s ours! The Moon Goddess made him for us!”
I swallowed hard, my throat burning. The scent that had drawn Killian to Cassia—it had been mine. I knew it, felt it in my bones. But why had it clung to her instead?
My gaze snapped to my reflection in the small mirror hanging against the wall. I leaned closer, inhaling deeply, hoping—praying—for the familiar scent that should have belonged to me.
But there was nothing.
No lavender and moonlit rain. No warmth of a bond waiting to be claimed.
I smelled…neutral.
Like I wasn’t even a wolf.
The realization hit like a punch to the gut. Someone had taken my scent. Someone had stolen my mate bond.
My stomach twisted, nausea rising in my throat. My fingers curled into fists. Who could do something like this? Who had the power to alter a bond so deeply woven into a wolf’s soul?
A knock at my door shattered the suffocating silence.
I stiffened. No one ever came here.
Slowly, I moved to the door, every nerve in my body
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