Prologue
"Mate!"
"A-alpha."
I stumbled as I noticed his black eyes staring at me.
"Mate! My Luna."
My chest began to throb. I couldn't help but feel the mate bond between us tugging me closer to him, and it was difficult to refuse.
My wolf, Anaya, urged me to just leap into his arms and claim him, but I tried to contain myself because I was too terrified to even approach him.
She's desperately trying to establish a connection with our pack's alpha wolf, but unfortunately, her abilities are still too weak to make that connection happen. I can tell he's aware of her struggles, and that's why his sharp, piercing gaze is cutting through me like a knife right now, as if he's trying to read my thoughts and understand the situation.
I sense strong feelings between us, but I'm not brave enough to confront him because I'm aware of his reputation. He has the ability to kill with a single snap of his fingers. He shows no mercy; if you disobey him, he will not give you another chance to live.
"You're mine."
I wasn't expecting him to grab me out of nowhere, so I found myself sandwiched between his two arms, leaning against the large tree where he found me.
"Look at me.”
I couldn't meet his wolf's eyes, which had abruptly changed hue, and I knew he was about to mark my neck.
While my body was shaking, I kept my gaze fixed on my feet. The fear was too great for me, and the unfamiliar emotion was frightening.
I was tempted to jump into his arms, but I couldn't because I was too afraid to even look into his eyes.
"I'm not yours," I said, shaking with terror. "I can't be anyone's mate, especially not yours.”
As soon as the words left my mouth, I heard him snarl. It's evident he doesn't like what I said to him. His fury radiates throughout his body, and it looks like no matter what I do or say, he won't accept it.
"No one has ever turned me down, not even you, my mate!" was his challenging response to me.
"You're weak."
I screamed as he pulled me and wrapped his arms tightly around my body. He quickly bent down, and his face landed on my neck, ready to bite me.
I can feel his eyes on me, burning with an intensity that makes my skin crawl. He's ready to claim me, to mark me as his own, and I'm paralyzed with fear. The thought of being bound to him, of being under his control, is suffocating me.
I try to push the feeling away, but it's no use. He's not going to stop until he makes me his, body and soul. And I'm not sure I have the strength to resist him, to fight against the primal desire that's driving him to possess me.”