The Alpha's Unwanted Mate

Chapter 7: Luna's Claim

The forest was silent after the bloodshed. Aria stood panting, gold eyes still glowing, blood on her claws.

Damien stared at her like he was seeing her for the first time. "A Luna... I was wrong about you."

Aria shifted back to human. Her legs shook. The Alpha power was new, heavy. "I told you I wasn't weak."

Damien stepped closer. His Alpha aura wrapped around her, warm and possessive. "You killed a rogue. To protect me."

"To protect what's mine." Aria lifted her chin. "I claimed you back, remember?"

Damien's red eyes darkened. He reached up and touched her neck where he had bitten her hours ago. The mark was faint but there. His mark.

"You think a mark makes you Luna?" He whispered. His breath was hot on her skin.

Aria grabbed his collar. "No. This does." And she kissed him.

Hard. Desperate. All the years of pain, rejection, loneliness poured into that kiss.

Damien froze for one second. Then he growled and pulled her closer. His hands in her hair. His fangs scraped her lip but she didn't pull away.

When they broke apart, both were breathing hard.

Damien pressed his forehead to hers. "You're mine, Aria. My Luna. My mate. No one will take you from me again."

Aria smiled. For the first time, she felt it. The bond. Strong. Unbreakable. Royal.

From the trees, a wolf howled. Not a rogue. A real pack member.

"Damien..." Aria whispered. "Your pack is coming."

Damien nodded, never taking his eyes off her. "Let them come. Let the whole world know. Aria is my Luna."

He pulled back and roared. A sound so powerful the trees shook.

"I, Damien Blackwood, Alpha of Shadow Moon Pack, claim Aria Storm as my Luna and future Queen!"

The bond flared between them. Gold and red light.

Aria gasped as power rushed through her veins. She wasn't just an Alpha anymore. She was a Luna.

And with that title came responsibility. And war.

Because claiming a Luna meant declaring war on every enemy who ever hurt her.

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To be continued...