The Alpha's Stolen Luna: Bound To The Stepbrother

Chapter 2

Killian's POV

It had been five and a half years since I last set foot in this pack. The place that once felt like home had now become nothing more than unfamiliar territory.

Five years ago, I was framed for my father's death, and the entire pack turned against me. I was banished and exiled to the Deadlands—a place drenched in terror, bloodshed, and death. A place where only monsters survived.

During those years, I fought every single day to stay alive. The Deadlands made my wolf stronger, but it also made him unstable and wilder. More beast than man.

And now I was back. Not only to clear my name, but to reclaim what belonged to me. The Alpha throne.

I stood outside the gates of the pack estate, staring at the massive building ahead while anger simmered beneath my skin. My fists clenched at the thought that the man who framed me was now sitting on the throne that should have been mine.

Silas.

The man who was responsible for my father's murder.

But without proof, I became the villain in everyone's eyes. I became the ungrateful son capable of killing his own father for power. The memory still burned deep inside me.

But now, I had returned for revenge. I would expose Silas for who he truly was and force the pack to see the truth they had ignored for years.

Lost in thoughts of revenge, I suddenly felt something shift violently inside me. Heat surged through my veins like wildfire. My breath caught while my chest rose heavily.

Then realization crashed into me.

It's hantom night. I had forgotten.

The first full moon of July—a dangerous night for every mature wolf.

I cursed under my breath.

I needed to leave before things got out of control.

Years spent surviving in the Deadlands had left my wolf dangerously feral. If I failed to control him tonight, it could end badly.

Then suddenly, a wild honey and moonflower. scent drifted through the air. The moment it hit me, my wolf stirred violently.

My wolf growled inwardly.

Mine!

The scent wrapped around my senses so powerfully that it clouded every rational thought and dragged me toward its source before I could stop myself.

After several strides, I finally saw her.

A woman stood alone beneath the silver moonlight, her long hair cascading down her back like silk. Under the glow of the moon, she looked almost unreal. Like a goddess standing in the middle of the moor.

As I moved closer, her scent became stronger.

Then she turned. Surprise flashed across her face, and she stumbled slightly as though my presence startled her. Her bright blue eyes locked onto mine. And suddenly, my feral wolf became terrifyingly still. The beast that had clawed endlessly at my mind for years suddenly quieted.

Then a deep rumble vibrated through my chest.

Mate!

The word echoed through every part of me. Shock hit me instantly.

For years, I had searched for my mate without success.

And now, here she was. The urge to pull her into my arms became almost unbearable.

“You feel it too, don't you?” I asked roughly as I stepped closer. “The pull.”

I knew she felt it. I could hear the frantic rhythm of her heartbeat and smell the phantom heat thick in the air around her.

“I need to go,” she said hurriedly, trying to move past me.

Before she could escape, my hand shot out and wrapped around her wrist.

The moment I touched her, a powerful surge tore through me so intensely that my wolf nearly forced a shift.

Her pulse hammered wildly beneath my fingers. The scent between us thickened, heavy with heat and temptation.

“I know you feel it too,” I murmured, moving closer.

My hand lifted to her cheek, and the instant my skin brushed hers, another wave of heat crashed through me.

I had never wanted anyone this badly before.

“There’s no need to deny it.” My thumb brushed softly against her lips, and her breath trembled.

She shut her eyes briefly, hesitation flickering across her face.

She wanted this. I could feel it. But something was stopping her.

I... I can't,” she whispered weakly, her chest rising unevenly.

Then she looked at me with guilt clouding her expression. “I have a husband.”

The confession should have mattered. It didn't. All I knew was that my wolf recognized her as ours.

“Doesn't matter,” I said as I stepped into her space.

Her scent hit me harder, and a territorial growl rose deep inside my chest.

“She’s mine,” my wolf snarled possessively.

“What matters is that you're mine,” I said roughly. “And I want you.”

I lowered my head and kissed her. At first, she froze, caught between resistance and desire. But slowly, her fingers curled tightly against my shirt as though she was losing the strength to fight herself.

The kiss deepened. The world around us disappeared beneath the storm raging between us. Moonlight spilled across the moor while phantom heat burned away the last of our restraint.

The kiss gained intensity and became rough and wild. Every part of me arched for more of her. In a swift movement I got rid of her dress and everything she's wearing underneath and laid her on the moor. I got rid of my own garment and laid on top of her.

When I entered her, it was slow, because I wanted her to feel in control of this. She gasped, her nails digging into my shoulders, and then she moved with me, matching my pace until there was nothing left but the two of us and the storm in our blood.

Her p***y was so tight that I enjoyed every bit of it. She's nothing like any woman I had tasted in the past. She seemed so special that my muscles tensed and I felt my wolf satisfied. Maybe it's because she's my mate.

Suddenly I lost the control of my wolf and bit her by the neck, marking her and claiming her mine.

I didn't give a f**k what her husband think when he sees it. And I didn't care who he was as well.

At the moment I wanted the world to know that she belonged to me.

We continued f*****g until we both reached organsm and finally laid on the moor. She rested her head on my chest. Her body trembled slightly under my touch. At the moment I felt something I hadn't felt for years. Peace. I felt so much at ease which made me wanted her more.

Exhaustion eventually overtook her, and within minutes, she drifted asleep in my arms. But I stayed awake, watching her and memorizing every detail of her beauty.

I feared that if I closed my eyes, she would disappear. Eventually, exhaustion dragged me under too and i closed my eyes, falling asleep.

***

When I finally woke up, I realized that I couldn't feel her presence anymore. My eyes snapped open instantly and saw that she's gone.

I jolted up to my feet. Panic surged through me as I searched the empty moorland, but there was no sign of her anywhere. Only her scent left behind.

“f**k,” I growled, clenching my fists.

How could I have fallen asleep?

How could I let the only thing that had brought me peace disappear?

“Sir?” I turned sharply at the familiar voice, finding my closet ally. Aaron. He stood a few feet away.

He's only person who believed I was innocent and waited all these years for my return.

The moment I escaped the Deadlands, I reached out to him.Now we had returned together to settle old debts.‎

“It’s time,” Aaron said quietly and I nodded, slowly.

A frustrated breath left my lips.

I had unfinished business inside this pack. But now there was something else I needed to do. But I promise to look for her.

She thought she could escape me, but she was wrong.

No one had ever escaped me before. And she would not be the first.

Whether she's married or not... She was mine now. Mine alone.