Chapter 2 - The Hunt
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Sienna’s lungs burned as she sprinted through the trees, her heart hammering like a war drum. The sound of pursuit was deafening, snapping branches, pounding paws, growls that vibrated through the air.
Kieran was hunting her.
And he was gaining.
She could feel his presence, a dark force pressing against her instincts, calling to something deep inside her. Her wolf was restless, confused. He had said one word “mine” and something inside her had reacted.
No. No, this wasn’t possible.
She was a rogue. A nobody. She couldn’t be the mate of Kieran Nightbane, the most feared Alpha in the region.
A deep, vicious growl ripped through the night, and before she could react, a massive weight slammed into her back.
The impact knocked the air from her lungs, and they tumbled through the undergrowth, rolling in a tangle of limbs and heat. Sienna fought, clawing at him, twisting, trying to get free. But he was too strong. Too powerful.
In seconds, she was pinned.
Her back pressed against the damp earth, her wrists trapped above her head in one of his large hands. His body hovered over hers, heat radiating from his bare skin. He had shifted back, but his wolf was still present in his glowing silver eyes, burning with primal possession.
Her breath caught.
Goddess, he was beautiful.
Even in the darkness, she could see the sharp cut of his jaw, the thick muscles of his arms, the way his chest rose and fell with each controlled breath. His scent was intoxicating—smoky, wild, and dangerous.
Sienna swallowed hard, but she refused to look away.
“Let me go.” Her voice was firm despite the tremor in her chest.
His lips curled into a smirk, slow and wicked. “Why would I do that, little rogue?”
Heat coiled in her stomach at the way he said it, like he was enjoying this. Like he enjoyed chasing her.
She bucked against him, twisting her hips in an attempt to throw him off. But it only made things worse.
His grip tightened. His body pressed closer. And then she felt it.
The thick, hard evidence of his arousal.
Sienna’s breath hitched, her body betraying her even as her mind screamed at her to fight. No, no, no. This couldn’t happen. She couldn’t let this happen.
Kieran inhaled sharply, his pupils dilating as he took in her scent. “You smell like fire and trouble.” His voice was rough, as if he was holding himself back. “And I like it.”
Sienna’s pulse pounded. “I am not yours.”
His smirk faded. “Liar.”
Before she could protest, he dipped his head, his lips brushing against the sensitive skin of her throat. A warning. A promise.
Sienna shuddered, torn between terror and a dark, unexplainable need.
Kieran dragged his nose along her neck, inhaling deeply before murmuring against her skin, “You can run all you want, little rogue. But you’ll never escape me.”
A shiver raked through her body.
Because deep down, she knew he was right.
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