The Ritual of the Moon
The night air was thick with tension, the scent of pine and damp earth filling Y/Nâs lungs. She stood barefoot in the sacred clearing, surrounded by towering trees and the watchful eyes of the Bloodfang Pack.
Tonight, the Moon Goddess had chosen a mate for the Alpha.
And that mate⦠was her.
She clenched her fists, her heart pounding in her chest as H/N, the ruthless Alpha, stepped forward. His golden eyes locked onto hers, glowing like molten fire beneath the full moon. He was tall, broad, his body carved with power and dominance.
"You belong to me, little one," H/N murmured, his deep voice sending shivers down her spine.
Y/Nâs wolf stirred within her, restless and aching. But she refused to submit so easily. She had never wanted this. Never wanted to be claimed like a prize in front of the entire pack.
"I donât belong to anyone," she snapped, tilting her chin up defiantly.
A dark smirk tugged at H/Nâs lips. "Thatâs where youâre wrong."
The Elders stepped forward, their voices chanting the ancient mating rites. The magic in the air was thick, and Y/N felt it wrap around her like invisible chains. The bond was formingâwhether she wanted it or not.
Then, in one swift movement, H/N pulled her against his chest, his breath warm against her skin.
"Submit," he whispered. "Or Iâll make you."
The Alphaâs Claim
The moment his lips brushed against her neck, fire erupted beneath her skin.
The bond snapped into place.
Y/N gasped, her body betraying her as heat coiled deep in her belly. She could feel H/Nâs satisfaction as his fangs scraped her pulse point. He was toying with her, savoring the moment before he made it permanent.
"You feel it, donât you?" he murmured.
She hated that he was right.
The pull of the mate bond was undeniable. Her wolf whimpered, begging for his touch. But Y/N gritted her teeth, fighting against the primal need consuming her.
"Just get it over with," she hissed.
H/N chuckled, the sound low and dangerous. "Patience, little wolf. I want you to beg for it."
She growled, attempting to push him away, but he was too strong. He caught her wrists effortlessly, pinning her against the tree.
"Such a fierce little thing," he mused. "But youâll learn."
His fangs sank into her neck.
The pain was sharp, but it was nothing compared to what followed. Heat rushed through her veins like wildfire, her body arching against him as the bond sealed itself in blood and magic.
She was his.
And there was no turning back.
The Mating Heat
The moment she was marked, something inside Y/N changed.
Her skin felt too hot, her breaths ragged. The fire inside her wasnât just from angerâit was need.
She had heard of it before. The Mating Heat.
But she had never imagined it would be like this.
Her wolf was restless, craving her mateâs touch. Every nerve in her body burned with hunger. She needed him.
And H/N knew it.
He watched her with amusement, his golden eyes dark with lust. "Youâre trembling," he murmured, brushing a hand over her cheek. "Let me help you."
She slapped his hand away, glaring at him. "I donât need your help."
His smirk widened. "Liar."
He stepped closer, caging her in. The heat between them was unbearable.
"You can fight it all you want," he said, his voice husky, "but your body knows who it belongs to."
Her knees weakened as his scent surrounded herâearthy, wild, dominant.
"Damn you," she whispered.
H/N chuckled darkly. "Say it, little wolf. Say you need me."
She bit her lip, pride warring with instinct.
But in the end⦠instinct won.
"Please," she whispered.
A growl rumbled in his chest. "Good girl."
Then he claimed her completely.
A Bond That Canât Be Broken
Y/N woke up tangled in H/Nâs arms, his body radiating warmth beside her. The events of the night came rushing back, and she stiffened.
She had given in.
She had let him take her, mark her, claim her as his mate.
H/Nâs grip tightened around her waist as if sensing her thoughts. "Youâre mine now," he murmured against her skin.
She pushed against his chest. "You forced this on me."
His golden eyes met hers, serious now. "The Moon Goddess chose us for a reason."
Y/N shook her head. "I donât want you."
His jaw clenched, and for the first time, she saw something flicker in his expression. Hurt? Noâit couldnât be.
"You donât have a choice," he said finally.
Her wolf howled in protest, wanting to comfort its mate. But she ignored it.
She would never let him control her.
The Consequence of the Bond
Days passed, and Y/N began to notice the changes.
Her body felt different. Her senses were sharper. And there was a strange energy inside her, one that hadnât been there before.
Then, one morning, she woke up feeling sick.
H/N was by her side in an instant, concern flashing across his features. "Whatâs wrong?"
She swallowed hard, realization dawning. "No⦠itâs not possible."
He reached for her, his grip firm but gentle. "Tell me."
Tears burned in her eyes. "I think Iâm pregnant."
For a moment, H/N was silent. Then, a slow, satisfied smile spread across his lips.
"Our pup," he murmured, pressing a possessive hand against her stomach. "Youâre carrying my heir."
Y/Nâs breath hitched. The bond between them pulsed stronger than ever, sealing their fate.
There was no escaping him now.
She was his.
Forever.
A New Beginning or a New Prison?
As the weeks passed, Y/N felt the life growing inside her. She was still trapped, bound to the Alpha who had claimed her. But something inside her was shifting.
H/N was still dominant, still possessive. But there were moments when he was gentle. When he looked at her with something that almost resembled love.
And the terrifying part?
A part of her was starting to want him back.
Was it the mate bond? The child inside her?
Or was she truly beginning to fall for the Alpha who had taken everything from her?
She didnât know.
But one thing was certain.
There was no running from him now.
And maybe⦠she didnât want to.