CHAPTER 5 — The Alpha’s Warnings
900 Words
Mirabel’s heart hammered so loud she was sure Lucian could hear it.
Future Luna?
His pack would kill for her?
No—because of her.
“That’s insane,” she whispered. “I’m not a Luna. I’m not even a wolf.”
Lucian’s gaze sharpened. “You’re becoming one.”
Mirabel froze. “No. I refuse. I don’t want this—”
“Wanting doesn’t matter,” Lucian cut in, his voice low, controlled. “The poison that killed you activated the dormant bond. The moment I touched you—your body responded.”
Mirabel shook her head violently.
“No. Stop. This can’t be real. I’m not turning into anything!”
Lucian stepped closer. Too close.
Her back met the wall.
His scent—cedar, winter wind, danger—flooded her senses, making her breath catch against her will.
“You can feel it,” he said quietly. “In your pulse. In your bones. The way your skin reacts when I’m near.”
“That’s not a bond,” she snapped. “That’s fear.”
He tilted his head slightly, eyes darkening.
“Fear doesn’t make your pupils dilate when I touch you.”
She sucked in a breath. “I—I’m not—”
Lucian brushed his fingers lightly down her wrist. Just a touch.
Her pulse leapt.
His voice dropped to a whisper.
“Your body knows me, even if your mind refuses.”
Mirabel ripped her hand away, furious at herself for reacting.
“I hate this. I hate you.”
Lucian’s jaw tightened… but he didn’t look hurt.
He looked restrained. Tortured. Holding himself back with visible effort.
“You’re alive,” he said. “That is enough for now.”
“No, it’s not!” she shouted. “You talk like you own me!”
He stepped even closer, lowering his head until his breath tickled her ear.
“I don’t own you… yet.”
Mirabel shoved him with all her strength.
Lucian let her.
He didn’t move an inch.
Her breath shook. “I’m not your mate. And I’m not your Luna.”
Lucian’s expression softened—barely.
“You can deny the title,” he said. “But you can’t deny the bond.”
Mirabel clenched her fists. “Watch me.”
A muscle ticked in his jaw.
“Stubborn,” he muttered. “You’ll get yourself killed.”
“Then let me go,” she hissed. “Unlock the door.”
His voice turned cold.
“No.”
Mirabel’s temper snapped.
“Why? Because you want me under your control?”
Lucian stepped close again—this time more slowly, as if approaching a wounded animal.
“Because the pack can smell your fear,” he said quietly. “They can sense your weakness.”
He paused, eyes glowing dangerously.
“And wolves attack what they perceive as vulnerable.”
Mirabel swallowed hard. “You’re saying they’d attack me?”
Lucian didn’t blink.
“They’d tear you apart.”
Her knees weakened.
Lucian continued, voice heavy with warning and something else—something protective and primal.
“They don’t understand the bond yet. They don’t know why a human girl carries the scent of an Alpha’s claim.”
Mirabel’s breath caught. “I don’t carry anything—”
“You do.”
Lucian’s eyes darkened.
“It’s all over you.”
Her cheeks heated.
She hated the way his voice affected her—deep, rough, quiet like he was speaking directly into her bloodstream.
Lucian exhaled slowly, as if reining himself in.
“I will announce you to the pack soon,” he said. “But I won’t risk your life while you’re weak.”
“Then give me a way to protect myself,” she whispered, surprising even herself.
Lucian blinked, tilting his head.
“You want to fight?”
“I want to survive.”
For the first time, Lucian’s lips curved slightly—not a smile, but something close. Approval. Admiration.
“You’re fiery,” he murmured. “Good. A Luna should be.”
Mirabel bristled. “Stop calling me that.”
“You will be,” he said. “Whether you accept it today, tomorrow, or a year from now.”
“I won’t.”
Lucian brushed a stray lock of hair behind her ear.
Mirabel froze, breath catching at the soft touch.
Her body betrayed her again.
His voice lowered to a dangerous whisper.
“You will.”
She shook her head fiercely, but her voice trembled.
“I’ll never be yours.”
Lucian leaned in, his lips a breath away from her ear.
“You already are.”
A shiver raced down her spine.
Before she could speak, a loud howl echoed outside—deep, sharp, threatening.
Lucian stiffened, his eyes flicking toward the window.
Mirabel’s stomach dropped. “What was that?”
Lucian’s expression darkened instantly.
“Trouble,” he said. “Stay here.”
He moved toward the door.
“Lucian?” she called, fear spiking.
He paused.
His glowing silver eyes locked onto hers.
“I’ll handle it,” he said softly. “Nothing touches you.”
Then he stepped out, shutting the door behind him—
But this time, he didn’t lock it.
Mirabel stared at the door, heart racing, breath unsteady.
Something was coming.
Something dangerous.
And she had a horrible feeling…
It was coming for her.
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