BOUND BY THE MOON
1083 Words
The city skyline stretched endlessly beyond Eve’s balcony, the shimmering lights flickering like distant stars. But she wasn’t admiring the view—she was still trying to breathe.
The man—the thing—that had come for her was not human. And neither was Xander.
She turned to face him, heart still hammering. His shirt was torn, his chest rising and falling as the last remnants of his shift faded away. The golden glow in his eyes dimmed, but his body still vibrated with restrained power.
Eve swallowed hard. “What the hell just happened?”
Xander exhaled sharply, running a hand through his disheveled hair. “You were attacked.”
“No kidding.” She hugged her arms around herself. “And that guy… he wasn’t human, was he?”
Xander’s silence was answer enough.
Eve stepped closer, searching his face for answers. “Xander, I need you to be completely honest with me. No more half-truths. No more protecting me from the big, bad world you live in. What am I up against?”
He clenched his jaw, his hands fisting at his sides. “You’re not supposed to be involved in this.”
She let out a bitter laugh. “Well, it’s a little late for that, don’t you think?”
Xander’s eyes darkened. “That man wasn’t just any werewolf—he was an enforcer. Sent by my pack.”
Eve felt the blood drain from her face. “Your pack?”
He nodded grimly. “They know about you now. And they see you as a problem.”
Eve’s stomach twisted. “Why? Because I’m human?”
His silence was suffocating.
Eve took a shaky step back. “Tell me the truth, Xander. Why are they after me?”
His gaze locked onto hers. “Because I claimed you.”
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Marked by a Wolf
The words sent a chill down Eve’s spine.
Claimed?
A memory surfaced—Xander’s possessive grip, the way he had said you’re mine just hours ago.
Her lips parted, her voice barely a whisper. “What does that mean?”
Xander took a slow step toward her, his expression unreadable. “It means that, whether you realize it or not, you belong to me now.”
Eve’s pulse roared in her ears. “That’s not how this works, Xander.”
His gaze darkened. “It is in my world.”
Her breath hitched as he reached for her, fingers tracing the faint mark on her shoulder—the place where his mouth had lingered during their last encounter.
“That night,” he murmured, “when I bit you… I didn’t just lose control. I marked you.”
Eve’s throat went dry. “Marked?”
Xander’s fingers tightened slightly. “It’s an instinct. A claim. The moment my wolf decided you were his, he… he left a piece of himself inside you.”
Eve’s skin prickled with heat. “You make it sound like I have no say in this.”
Xander’s eyes flashed. “You always have a choice, Eve.”
Her body was betraying her, that deep pull toward him growing stronger. But her mind—her damn rational mind—was screaming.
“Then what happens if I walk away?”
His jaw tensed. “Then you’ll spend the rest of your life feeling like something is missing.”
Eve let out a shaky breath. “And if I stay?”
Xander’s lips curved into a wicked smile. “Then I show you exactly what it means to be mine.”
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Dangerous Desires
The tension between them snapped.
Xander crushed his lips against hers, raw hunger radiating off him in waves. Eve melted into him, her hands sliding over the hard ridges of his muscles, her body starving for him.
He lifted her effortlessly, carrying her inside, kicking the door shut behind them.
Eve barely had time to catch her breath before he pinned her against the wall, his mouth trailing fire down her throat. “You drive me insane,” he growled, his teeth grazing her skin. “You have no idea what you’ve done to me.”
Eve arched against him, desperate for more. “Then show me.”
A low, rumbling snarl escaped him.
And he did.
He tore through the barriers between them, his hands possessive, his mouth relentless. Eve surrendered, letting herself drown in the pleasure, knowing there was no coming back from this.
Because whatever this was—whatever they had—was beyond human desire.
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A Price to Pay
Hours later, as Eve lay wrapped in Xander’s arms, reality came crashing back.
She traced slow circles on his chest, her mind racing. “What happens now?”
Xander exhaled deeply, his fingers gliding down her spine. “Now, we prepare.”
Eve frowned. “Prepare for what?”
His gaze turned sharp. “For the fight that’s coming.”
She shivered. “You really think they’ll come after me?”
Xander’s expression hardened. “They won’t stop until they either break our bond… or kill you.”
Eve’s breath caught. “Kill me?”
His grip tightened. “Over my dead body.”
A lump formed in her throat. “And Jonathan?”
Xander tensed. “He’s going to start asking questions. And if he figures out the truth…”
Eve closed her eyes. She was playing with fire.
And she was about to get burned.
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A Warning in the Dark
The next morning, Eve left her penthouse feeling the weight of the night before. She needed answers. She needed to think.
But she didn’t make it far.
The moment she stepped onto the sidewalk, she felt it—a presence.
Her stomach clenched.
She turned slowly, her heart slamming against her ribs.
A man stood across the street, dressed in black, watching her.
His eyes—too bright, too sharp—locked onto hers.
Eve took a step back.
And the man smirked.
Then he vanished.
Eve’s breath caught in her throat.
Not walked away. Not ran. Vanished.
Her fingers trembled as she reached for her phone.
She dialed without thinking.
Xander answered on the first ring. “Eve?”
Her voice was barely a whisper.
“I think I’m being watched.”
Silence. Then:
“Where are you?”
“Outside my building.”
“I’m coming. Now.”
Eve hung up, her heart racing.
She knew then.
She wasn’t safe.
And she never would be again.
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