Chapter 5
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The forest was silent, save for the crunch of leaves beneath my feet and the steady, calculated steps of the Alpha walking ahead of me.
Leon hadn’t looked back once.
Not when the crowd had begun to disperse.
Not when the officiant whispered his final blessing with a knowing, heavy tone.
Not even when my knees buckled slightly under the weight of what had just happened.
He didn’t reach for me.
Didn’t ask if I was okay.
Of course he didn’t. Why would he? The bond had been sealed. His goal achieved.
Now I was just the prize he’d dragged back from a war he created.
But no amount of moonlight or sacred ritual could hide the roiling storm inside me.
The silence was unbearable, stretched taut between us like a wire ready to snap.
“I can walk on my own,” I said, my voice sharp and trembling as I tore my wrist from his grasp.
Leon halted. Slowly, he turned. The cold glint in his gray eyes froze me to the spot.
“Don’t mistake silence for weakness,” he said softly. “I’m giving you space, Ivy. That’s more than most Alphas would.”
His voice was calm, but I heard the warning underneath. Every word laced with unspoken authority.
“Space?” I laughed bitterly. “Is that what you call dragging someone into a forced bond?”
Something flickered in his eyes—briefly. A twitch in the jaw. A slight shift of his shoulders.
But it vanished as quickly as it came.
“You’re alive. Your family is not. I suggest you think about the difference,” he said, turning on his heel.
A slap to the face would’ve stung less.
“Don’t you dare talk about my family,” I hissed. “You’re the reason they’re gone.”
He stopped again.
Then slowly, without turning, he spoke. “And you’re the reason this alliance still stands.”
My heart twisted. I hated how he said it—like I was some kind of necessary evil.
He started walking again, faster this time, forcing me to follow if I didn’t want to be left in the cold woods alone. And I didn’t. Not tonight.
Not with the bond crawling beneath my skin.
We arrived at the packhouse minutes later. Towering and ancient, it loomed like a beast of its own. Cold stone, black iron, and flickering torches lined the exterior, making the shadows dance across the walls.
It looked more like a fortress than a home.
I paused on the threshold. My breath caught. I couldn’t move.
It hit me all over again—I wasn’t going back to my own home. I didn’t have one anymore.
This was it. This was where I’d live now.
Beneath the roof of the man who destroyed everything I loved.
Leon turned, watching me with narrowed eyes. “Inside.”
I clenched my jaw. But I stepped in.
He didn’t wait for me.
The doors shut behind us with a groan, sealing me in.
And I felt it—the energy of the packhouse wrapping around me, unfamiliar and foreign. Wolves moved in the hallways like shadows, some pausing to look at me. Their eyes glowed faintly in the dim light, curious. Cold. Disapproving.
To them, I was the outsider.
A threat. A betrayal.
Leon walked ahead without a word, and I was left to chase his long strides, feeling like a child trailing behind a giant.
We ascended the grand staircase, the silence thick between us. I didn’t ask where we were going.
I already knew.
His quarters.
The Alpha’s chambers.
The bond tugged at me as if it had a will of its own, pulling me closer, syncing our steps.
I hated that I could feel his heartbeat now. Strong. Steady. Echoing against my own like a curse.
Leon stopped at a set of dark double doors at the end of the hall. He opened them with a single push, then stepped aside.
“Inside,” he said again.
His voice was too calm.
Too in control.
Too much.
I stepped in slowly, refusing to show fear.
The room was massive—stone walls, fur rugs, a fireplace burning low in the corner, and a bed carved from obsidian wood large enough to fit three people.
I froze at the sight of it.
“You’ll sleep here,” he said simply.
I turned sharply. “No. I want another room.”
Leon’s expression didn’t change, but his eyes darkened.
“I don’t care what you want. You’re the Alpha’s mate. You sleep here.”
My heart thundered. “I’m not yours. Not really. A ritual and a mark don’t change that.”
He stepped closer, his presence enveloping me like a tidal wave.
“You accepted the bond. The mark is on you. You belong to me now.”
“I didn’t have a choice!”
His jaw flexed. “None of us did.”
His words rang louder in my chest than I wanted to admit.
I didn’t want to believe there was pain in his voice. I didn’t want to see it.
But I did.
For a second.
Then his mask was back.
He moved past me, to the bed, and pulled something from beneath the sheets. A simple robe. He handed it to me.
“You can sleep in this. The bathroom’s through there. You’ll be watched—don’t try anything.”
I ripped the robe from his hand, glaring. “Don’t flatter yourself. If I was going to run, I would’ve done it before I let you mark me.”
He didn’t respond.
Just stared at me.
Then turned and left, the doors closing behind him with a heavy thud.
I stood there, shaking, the robe clenched in my fists, the bond burning beneath my skin like wildfire.
And in that quiet room, with the scent of him still lingering in the air… I broke.
Just a little.
I dropped to my knees and let the tears fall.
Silently. Fiercely. Alone.
But I wasn’t alone for long.
Because when I finally opened the bathroom door an hour later, thinking the room would be empty…
Leon was back.
And this time, he wasn’t standing across the room.
He was sitting on the bed, shirtless, with eyes like molten silver locked onto me.
And the bond pulsed with a hunger I didn’t understand.
A need I was terrified to feel
Leon was waiting.
The soft glow of the fire cast shadows across the ridges of his bare chest, the low light tracing every hard line, every scar. His silver eyes burned as they met mine—calm, unreadable, and yet there was something molten beneath the surface.
He didn’t speak. Didn’t move.
But I could feel it.
The bond.
It pulsed between us like a living thing. An invisible tether that hummed with need, heat, pressure.
I took one step into the room, robe clutched tightly around me. My heart was thundering. Not from fear—but from something far more dangerous.
Want.
No. I didn’t want this. Not him.
He was the enemy.
He had ruined my life.
But my body didn’t care. My wolf didn’t care. It recognized the Alpha. It craved him. And the mark—it was blazing now, searing hot against my neck, as if begging for something more. Completion.
“I couldn’t sleep,” Leon said quietly, still not moving. “Neither could you.”
My throat tightened. “Because of the bond.”
He nodded once.
But I knew it wasn’t just the bond keeping me up. It was him.
The memory of his fingers on my skin.
The look in his eyes when the officiant declared us one.
The ache in my chest from wanting to hate him—but not knowing if I could.
I crossed the room slowly, heart hammering, as if something beyond my control was guiding me forward. My fingers trembled as they loosened the sash of my robe.
Leon’s gaze dropped. But he didn’t move.
Not until I let the robe fall to the floor.
The fire cracked behind him. My bare skin prickled in the cool air, but I didn’t flinch.
Because the moment he stood, the heat of him washed over me like a tidal wave.
“You’re sure?” he asked, his voice low, rougher now.
No smugness. No command.
Just a question.
Just a man.
I hated how much that shattered something inside me.
I nodded slowly. “We’re already bound. Might as well finish what you started.”
His jaw tensed. “It’s not about finishing. It’s about surrender.”
The words sent a shiver down my spine.
I should’ve slapped him.
But instead, I lifted my chin.
“Then let’s both surrender.”
In a heartbeat, he was in front of me.
His hand rose, brushing the edge of the mark on my neck, tracing it with a reverence that made me ache. His touch was warm, rough, familiar and foreign all at once.
I gasped when his lips met my skin—soft at first, then firmer, more demanding. He kissed the mark, and the bond exploded like fire beneath my skin, lighting every nerve in my body.
I didn’t resist. I couldn’t.
My hands found his shoulders, then his back, tracing the strong lines of his muscles, the scars from battles past. His hands gripped my waist, pulling me flush against him, his mouth now at my throat, his breath hot and ragged.
There was no hesitation in him now.
He lifted me effortlessly, carrying me to the bed, laying me down with a tenderness that didn’t match the man I’d come to hate.
“You still hate me,” he murmured, hovering over me, his body a cage I didn’t want to escape from.
I stared up at him, breathless. “Yes.”
He kissed me.
And I kissed him back.
It wasn’t soft.
It wasn’t sweet.
It was raw, furious, unrelenting.
Everything I’d bottled up—the anger, the pain, the longing I didn’t want to name—it poured into that kiss like a dam finally breaking.
Clothes vanished. Hands roamed. The bond burned between us, pulling, urging, claiming.
When he entered me, it was like something inside me shattered and reformed all at once. A gasp tore from my lips, my back arching as the heat of the bond surged between us.
He moved slowly at first, watching me with those unreadable eyes, as if he was memorizing every breath, every sound.
It should’ve been hate.
But it wasn’t.
It was everything I couldn’t explain.
And it was too much.
His name slipped from my lips like a prayer I didn’t want to say, and his hand tightened on my thigh, pulling me closer, deeper, until there was nothing between us but heat and fire and the ache of two souls being forced together.
Our bodies moved in sync, the rhythm building, the tension coiling, until I couldn’t think anymore. Couldn’t breathe without him.
I clung to him, to the feel of his skin against mine, the way his mouth found every inch of me like he’d waited a lifetime to learn my body.
And when we finally unraveled, when the pleasure ripped through me like lightning, I cried out—a broken, feral sound I couldn’t stop.
He followed with a growl low in his chest, burying his face against my neck, his body trembling as he gave in to the bond, to me.
To us.
The silence that followed wasn’t cold.
It was terrifying.
Because for one terrible moment—I didn’t hate him.
And that was the most dangerous thing of all.
We lay in silence, breathless, tangled in sheets and shadows.
But just when I thought the night had finally offered some peace, Leon whispered, voice barely above a breath:
“There’s something you don’t know, Ivy. About your family.”
I sat up slowly, the bond still humming inside me.
“What are you talking about?”
He didn’t answer.
He just stared at the fire, jaw tight, guilt flickering in his eyes.
And I knew, in that moment, whatever peace I had just felt—
Was about to be shattered.
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