Bound by the moon

nterlude – Sable’s Scheming

nterlude – Sable’s Scheming

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The blood moon had long since waned, but Sable bathed in its memory like a lover’s kiss.

She reclined across a velvet chaise in her lair—half-dressed in dark silk, a goblet of something rich and red in her hand. Not wine. Not anymore.

A silver-furred wolf lay near her feet. Not a shifter. Just a beast she’d claimed. Loyal. Brutal. Silent.

Unlike the messenger kneeling before her now, eyes lowered to the floor.

“He did it,” the man said. “Lucien performed the Binding. No vote. No council approval. The girl is his now.”

Sable smiled slowly, darkly.

“So the great Alpha finally let his c**k make his decisions.”

She rose, silk falling from her shoulders like smoke. The messenger flinched at her nudity—but not from shame. From fear. Sable didn’t care. Fear was its own kind of worship.

“She’s human?” Sable asked, circling him. “Still? No shift?”

“No one’s seen her change.”

Her smile sharpened. “Then she’s fragile. Breakable.”

She stopped behind him, resting her fingers on his trembling shoulder. “Tell the Elders this: Lucien has violated sacred law. His mate is unrecognized. Unworthy. Unshifted. And worse…” She leaned close, lips brushing his ear. “She’s soft.”

He swallowed hard. “What do you want me to say when they ask your intent?”

Sable moved to the window, watching the distant torches flicker on the ridge where Bloodfang territory began.

Her voice was silk-wrapped steel.

“Tell them I will challenge the girl myself. Not through blades, but bonding.”

“She thinks she’s submissive? Let her submit to me.”

A pause. Then, like the ghost of a growl:

“Let’s see how loyal Lucien’s pet really is… when she kneels for someone else.”