Bound by the moon

Shadows Over the Pack

Shadows Over the Pack

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The dawn crept in slow, pale fingers through the dense canopy outside Lucien’s den. Inside, the air was thick with the lingering heat of last night’s storm — both the Binding Rite and what came after.

Rhea woke tangled in soft furs, her skin still tingling from the marks Lucien had left — both physical and invisible. As she opened her eyes, the weight of the night pressed on her in a new way. This was no longer just about desire or submission. It was politics. Power. Ownership.

Lucien sat nearby, his expression hard, eyes shadowed with sleepless vigilance.

“I heard the pack stirred early,” Rhea murmured, her voice still husky. “What are they saying?”

Lucien’s jaw tightened. “The Binding without a council vote is… controversial.” His amber eyes bore into hers. “Some see it as a challenge to tradition. Others… as a threat.”

Before she could ask more, the door creaked open. Kael entered, his face unreadable but eyes sharp as a wolf’s.

“Alpha,” Kael said, voice calm but firm. “The council demands an explanation. You’ve broken protocol.”

Lucien stood, pacing like a caged beast. “Rhea is not just a submissive. She’s my mate. This bond is ours — not theirs to question.”

Kael’s gaze flicked to Rhea, then back. “The pack will test this claim. And you will need their support.”

Rhea swallowed, feeling the weight of eyes unseen but felt, the pressure of ancient laws closing in.

Lucien’s hand found hers, a silent vow in the squeeze. “You belong to me. But out there,” he nodded toward the waiting hall, “you belong to all of them. For now.”

Rhea’s breath hitched. She was marked, claimed — but now, a pawn in a game far larger than either of them had imagined.

As the sun rose higher, the pack gathered outside, murmurs swelling like a storm on the wind. The real battle had just begun.