His Possessive Luna

The Bond

Jane

After seeing that tattoo, I feel completely lost. It can’t be real—it shouldn’t mean anything. My dreams must be baseless and stupid. But still… I’ve had the same dream for almost a week now, and it’s driving me insane.

It’s the last week of school, and I can’t even concentrate on my finals. Every time I try to study, I feel him. Not just imagine—feel. His heartbeat echoes in my ears like a song I can’t forget. His touch lingers on my skin, warm and electric. The more I push it away, the more it clings to me. It’s like my entire body—and worse, my soul—is craving him.

And the worst part?

That tattoo.

It belonged to the Blood Moon Pack.

The Blood Moon Pack—our sworn enemies. Even calling it “hate” feels like an understatement. If it weren’t for their dominance, their power, their terrifying Alpha, my pack would never have allowed them to step foot on our territory. But in this world, power speaks louder than loyalty.

Still shaken, I decide I need to see Amelia. Only she could possibly understand what I’m going through. Not that I plan to tell her the truth, but still… maybe a friendly face will help.

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Girl Time? Not Exactly.

We pretend to focus on our snacks while Ray—my very mature, very snobby best friend—swoons over her new mate like a giddy schoolgirl.

I still can’t believe my eyes. Ray. The same girl who cried for an entire week after being told she was to be engaged and marked by her chosen mate. Now? She’s clinging to him like he’s air and she’s drowning.

“You should try the nuggets! They’re literally the best! And hurry up, I need to go shopping,” Ray squeals, practically bouncing in her seat.

I blink slowly. Is this really Ray? With the amount of squealing and blushing happening at our table, I’m half-convinced someone else has taken over her body.

And then… they start kissing.

I turn to Amelia, horrified. Her expression mirrors mine. Apparently, our “girls’ day” turned into a third-wheel nightmare—Ray brought her mate, and Jo’s still pissed at us, so here we are: two annoyed she-wolves, stuck watching a very public make-out session.

We finally excuse ourselves and leave.

“I can’t believe that’s our Ray,” Amelia mutters as we step outside.

“Yep. It’s shocking. And honestly disturbing what this mate bond thing does to people. I used to think she was a total prude. Now? I swear, she’ll be pregnant before the Ceremony.”

We laugh, but only briefly.

Then Amelia gets quiet. “So… how are you doing? Hopefully feeling better now?”

I hesitate for a second, then decide to open up—just a little.

“Yeah… actually, I wanted to talk.”

“Go on.”

“I, uh… talked to John about… actually, I—I mean—”

“Oh my Goddess, spit it out already! What are you waiting for?”

“I broke up with him.” Amelia blurts the words out like a confession she’s been holding in for days.

I blink. “You did what?”

“You heard me.”

“Amelia, are you out of your mind? John isn’t just your boyfriend! He’s the Beta of the Opal Moon Pack! That wasn’t some teenage fling—it was a pack alliance. Do you even realize what you’ve done?”

My voice rises. People are starting to stare, but I don’t care.

“You should have told me. Goddess, Amelia! You should’ve said no before the engagement, not now!”

“I told him everything,” she says quietly. “About the dreams. About how I feel. All of it.”

“And let me guess—he was perfectly nice about it? Said he respects the fated mate bond and gracefully bowed out?”

“Actually, yeah,” she says softly. “He said he understands… and that he’ll support me.”

I laugh bitterly. “There’s no such thing as fated mates. When will you get that? He likes you, Amelia. And he’s a Beta. Male wolves—especially ones with rank—don’t just walk away. You know how possessive they are. You seriously think he’ll just let this go?”

I realize too late that I’m yelling. A few people turn their heads to stare. I feel the heat rising in my cheeks, but the rage is louder.

“I thought you’d understand,” Amelia whispers. Then she turns away, crying.

“Stop it! I said stop! There’s no point crying over this. Why won’t you understand? It’s not about you. It’s about the pack! You can’t just break off an alliance because you’re having some stupid dreams! That’s not how it works!”

She stops and turns back, her voice trembling—but her eyes defiant.

“You’re not my Alpha. And fortunately, you never will be. So I don’t owe you an answer.”

And just like that, she walks away.

Her words hit harder than a punch.

She knows I can’t shift. She threw it at my face—like it makes me less. Like I’m not good enough to lead or be respected. If Amelia—my best friend—can turn on me for something like that… then anyone can.

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Her decision was reckless. You can’t just walk out of an engagement, not when it involves two packs and especially not when the other side is Opal Moon. What if she never finds her so-called fated mate? Or worse—what if she does, and he’s not even ranked?

In our world, we’re wolves before we’re women. We live by structure, by strength. If her fated mate is lower in rank than John—or even equal—it could spark a fight. And if things go bad enough, it could start a war. You don’t get to be selfish when you’re part of a pack.

Amelia should have remembered that.

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Fear of the Future

I don’t know why, but I can’t stop thinking about what she said. It’s stuck in my mind like a splinter. If I don’t shift on my 18th birthday… what am I, really? A burden? An outcast?

Now I understand why my parents made that decision for me. They wanted me safe. They knew what this world does to weak wolves. If my own friend can turn against me, then what hope do I have? The only way to protect myself… might be marrying an Alpha. Becoming a Luna.

I should consider that offer seriously. But what about these feelings?

They won’t stop. In fact, they’re growing stronger. Every day we get closer to the Ceremony, the bond pulls tighter. The ache, the yearning—it’s unbearable now.

But I have to pull myself together.

I have final exams tomorrow. I can’t let emotions ruin years of hard work. I’ve worked too hard for this future.

The feelings can wait.