ALPHA AND THE CAGED MOON-HEIR

The night I was sold out, I learned two things at the same time. First, my mate hated me. And Second I realized that i had something more valuable than gold running through my veins, my blood was worth a fortune. The realization didn’t come gently. It came like a sharp blade forced to the throat, sharp enough that even breathing felt like i was going to losemy life. “Sign.” My uncle’s voice was heavy and cutting like a sharp knife fillingthe faintly lit room with tension, low and furious. He aggressively pushed the contract papers across the table so hard the parchment flipped and struck my ribs. Ink spill. Document with my complete detail and data already written once, neat. Clare and bold , waiting for my signature. “Sign,” he repeated, pressing closer. His breath stank of wine and fear. “Or your sister dies before dawn.” He didn’t shout. He didn’t need to. So he was calm and determined, so He just whispered I felt that he meant everything so it was not an empty threat, he was precise. Calm, deliberate and sure. I didn’t ask questions. I didn’t beg. I did not hesitate. I signed. I knew I had to prioritizing my sister's safety. The the sound of the pen in the process felt loud and intense, writing my name felt more like a mighty responsibility and even a burden the look and felt bigger than it ever had, as if the moment it touched the page, something old, bigger, a powerful being had taken notice. That was how it all started, I became a property. That was how I ended up standing in chains inside DRAVEN Blackmoor's Fortress. The chains hurt my wrists. Silver causing pain along my spine. The hall was massive—vaulted ceilings, stone pillars etched with pack victories, blood history written into architecture. Wolves lined the sides, watching me with various emotions, tryingto figureout, hunger. Standing at the far end was Alpha Draven Blackmoor, watching The most heartless Alpha stood at the far North. The ruthless Alpha rumored to kill traitors with his bare hands. The man whose pack had slaughtered mine ten years before now , leaving blood soaked into forest soil that never quite grew back. And the man whose eyes locked onto mine with pure, unmistakable surprise. The air suddenlybecame more intense. His wolf powerfully moved forward, hitting with great force into the surface of his skin with a sound like thunder barely controlled. “MATE.” The word wasn’t spoken. It was roared, loud enough to break stone , loud enough that several wolves staggered back as if they were struk. The hall went completely quiet, still. I laughed. It ripped out of me sharp and broken, completely absurd for the moment, no one expected such at the moment. “You’ve got to be joking.” I said. Draven didn’t move, he was tense, angry His jaw tightened so hard that I was able to hear his teeth grind from my distance. His stare was so focused that I couldn't even blink for a second. “take off her chains,” he ordered. Every head tilted toward him. I looked harder. “You kill rogues,” I said. “You torture and tormented them, you were so hard on them. You even hang them on the borders as warnings. And now you really claim to play mate?” then i wear a very ugly smile. “Hypocrite.” I said. Draven’s expression changed immediately but very brief, he just discovered something so unsettling, “You’re not a rogue,” he said quietly. “You’re something else.” he couldn't really figureout what it really was. That night, I decided to escape. Of course I did. I slipped through scheduled patrol team, obviously Draven’s guard, I really needed to find a way through, through wards I could not really figureout, and i had to abandon my shoes into the the extreme cold weather pushing against my extreme physical limit made it a very tough one I almost made it to the border. With painful breathing and intense heart strain. I was this close to escaping, very close. I thought I had escape already. Draven caught up with me, Immediately, hit me into a tree hard enough to knock the breath from my body. Bark exploded. Snow rained down. He did not make anysound out of anger, He didn’t shout. He shook. “If you actually did cross that line,” he said, voice emotionally strained, “they will come after you,” attacking. “Who is they?” I spat asking. His answered. “The Council,” that was so terrifying to hear, enough to froze my blood I laughed again, gasping for air. “That’s it? I asked, The great Alpha Blackmoor is scared of paperwork?” really. A je responded “Because you are not just a wolf,” he said. Then he let go both physically and verbally like he’d already like had already revealed more than he should have. The dreams comence that night. Fire licking at the sky. A vary powerful event tied to her heritage. A crown splitting clean in half as the moon disrupted overhead. And a past version of my alternate self, a guide. She whispered through smoke and stars, You were never meant to be sold out. I woke up shouting on the third night. Draven was already there. Kneeling right there beside my bed. Like he’d been summoned. “You dream too,” I said, voice raw. His eyes was darkened. “Yes.” I touched his wrist. The fortress began shaking. Every ward collapsed at once—te wards marginal protection breakingandshatteringapart, runes screaming as they died, ancient protections collapsing like lies told too long. They told me the truth just the next morning. My mother had never been a rogue they said. She had been the last Moon-Heir. A bloodline the Council took it upon themselves to utterly wipe out, because Moon-Heirs could break mate bonds, stop Alphas, and changethe rules, And also change the existing power structure. And I was the last one breathing. “That’s why they want you,” Draven said. “Not to kill you. But To control and have power over you so they can keep on ruling and controlling at their pace.” I laughed. It came easier now. “Too late. I’m already owned.” with a very calm he immediately countered me, very Certain, “Not by me.” That was when the Council troops broke in to take me. Silver nets flew. Margical blades making deadly, Enchanted musical sounds while cutting through the air. Wolves screamed. Draven fought like a demon.I fought beside him like something worse than a demon. When a blade cut my side, my blood burned the ground. Council Soldiers screamed as the moon turned red. I did not weaken. I changed. After the killing. Was the silence then After the silence Draven knelt. “Make a choice,” he said. “End my life for what my pack did to yours. Or rule with me. Lets pit an end the Council.” I freed my hand. The mate bond broke. It didn’t hurt. It felt right. I left that night. Not because I hated him. Because the visions had revealed to me something worse. They didn’t show him as my enemy, They showed him dying by my sword. A couple of Months later, the world went crazy , They called her, The Silver Widow. And when Draven cornered her, She smiled.