Chapter five: The bond that chose blood.
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Sleep never came.
The pull in my chest intensified as the night deepened, each heartbeat echoing with something foreign. It wasn’t pain. It wasn’t warmth.
It was recognition.
I gasped as the invisible thread snapped tight, dragging a cry from my throat.
The door burst open.
The Alpha stood there , eyes blazing, chest heaving as if he’d run miles.
“You feel it,” he growled.
“Yes,” I whispered, tears spilling. “I don’t understand it.”
“Neither do I,” he said. “But it’s happening.”
The air vibrated.
“I will not accept a bond forced by fate ,” he said harshly. “I built my power with blood, not destiny.”
“I didn’t ask for this!” I shouted.
The room shook.
A howl tore from his chest raw, furious and uncontrollable.
Guards shouted outside.
“Alpha!”
“Control yourself!”
He turned back to me , jaw clenched.
“If this completes,” he said, “my council will demand your execution.”
My heart shattered.
“Then end it,” I said quietly. “Before they do.”
His eyes widened.
“You would choose death?”
“I’m tired of being chosen against,” I said.
Something broke in him then.
In a single stride, he was before me, hands gripping my arms, not to hurt but to anchor.
“No one touches you,”he said fiercely. No council. No pack.”
“You’d start a war,” I breathed.
“So be it.”
The bond surged violently, sealing itself with brutal finality.
Power crashed through me.
I screamed.
The moon flared outside the window, brighter than I had ever seen.
When it faded , I collapsed into his arms.
Breathing.
Alive.
Bound.
The Alpha of Ravencrest held the wolfless Luna the world had discarded.
And in that moment I knew… Blackfang had not exiled a weakness.
They had unleashed a reckoning.
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