Aria's POV
The silence after his word — Mine — was deafening.
Gasps rippled through the crowd like a sudden gust of wind. Every face turned toward me, confusion and disbelief etched into their expressions. My father’s eyes narrowed, a warning gleam sparking in their depths. He took a step forward, his wolf rising beneath his skin, sensing something he couldn’t yet name.
I forced my lungs to draw air. “The ceremony must continue,” I managed to say, my voice steady though my hands trembled.
But it was too late. The connection pulsed between Kael and me — visible, tangible, dangerous. I could feel his power pushing at the edges of my mind, testing the link that now existed between us. The mate bond. Sacred. Irrevocable. Cruel.
Kael’s gaze didn’t waver, even as pack warriors began to move toward him in wary semicircles. His lips curved — not quite a smile, but something darker.
He bowed his head slightly, just enough to mock the formality of the ceremony. “Congratulations, Luna.”
Then he turned and vanished into the trees.
The crowd erupted into whispers.
My wolf whimpered, torn between instinct and duty.
I stood frozen, staring after him, the word mate burning like fire under my skin.
My mother reached me first. Her hand, gentle but firm, cupped my cheek. “Aria… what was that?”
“I don’t know,” I lied.
Her eyes searched mine — she knew. She always knew when I lied. But she said nothing, not here, not in front of everyone. My father dismissed the gathering, his voice thunderous, brooking no argument.
By the time the clearing emptied, my stomach felt hollow. The air had turned cold, heavy with unsaid words.
Later that night, I escaped the packhouse and wandered toward the forest edge. The moon still hung above the trees, soft light filtering through the leaves. I needed to breathe, to think — to forget the way my pulse had raced when I met his eyes.
"It’s impossible," I told my wolf. "He’s our enemy."
But she only growled low in my mind. "He’s our mate."
A twig snapped behind me.
My heart lurched.
“Running away already?” The voice was smooth, low — unmistakable.
I turned, every nerve in my body tightening. Kael stepped out from between the trees, shadows clinging to him like smoke. The faint moonlight brushed across his face, softening nothing. His silver eyes gleamed, and that scent — dark rain and cedar — surrounded me again, intoxicating and infuriating.
“You shouldn’t be here,” I said sharply, fighting to keep my tone firm. “You’re trespassing.”
He tilted his head slightly, a wry smile ghosting across his lips. “Then call your guards, Luna. Tell them to kill your mate.”
My breath caught. “Don’t say that.”
“Why not? It’s the truth.” He stepped closer, slow, deliberate. “I didn’t choose it. You didn’t either. But the bond doesn’t care about our wars.”
I backed away until my spine met the rough bark of a tree. His presence filled the space between us — not just physically, but in the air itself. Power radiated from him in waves, wild and commanding, yet his voice softened when he spoke again.
“Do you feel it, Aria?” His tone dropped to a whisper. “Every heartbeat that answers mine?”
My wolf howled inside me, clawing at the barrier I’d built to keep her silent. I did feel it — the pull, the unbearable warmth that thrummed in my veins whenever he looked at me.
But I couldn’t let him know. I couldn’t let anyone know.
I forced a shaky breath. “Whatever this bond is, it doesn’t change what you are. You’re still the Alpha King — the man who’s taken lives from my pack.”
“And you,” he murmured, stepping even closer, “are still the woman who has the power to destroy me.”
For a heartbeat, neither of us moved. The night hummed between us — tension, danger, and something perilously close to desire.
Then he reached out, his fingers brushing a loose strand of my hair. My skin burned where he touched it.
“This isn’t over, Luna,” Kael said softly. “Not by choice… and not by fate.”
And before I could speak, he was gone — swallowed by the forest, leaving only the echo of his scent and the pounding of my heart.