FATED CHAINS

he night air, a reminder that she was never truly alone in the Shadowclaw Pack's territory. Her eyes flickered over to the alpha's tent, the one place in the camp where she was no

's watchful, unyielding gaze. She had been a slave, made to work for the pack, doing everything from cleaning the dens to cooking meals, always under the strict eye of the pack members

a couldn't explain it, but she could feel the pull whenever he was near, like an invisible chain tightening around

adly, his strength apparent to anyone who watched. She had tried to stay invisible, to keep her distance, but when their eyes met across the field, something inside her had snapped. Her h

henever he entered the same room. Sometimes, she'd catch him watching her when he thought she wasn't looking, his intens

day training. But her mind wasn't on the task. It was on Ryker-on the strange connection, she couldn't understand. Why did he t

tensed, her heart skipping in her chest. She didn't need to look up to k

chores," his voice cam

fest, especially around him. His presence alone was enough to make her skin pri

on." His voice was sh

ed, still not daring to look u

teps stopping in front of her. Luna forced herself to rema

one softer but still edged with something she couldn'

talking about the chores. He was talking about her place i

" she replied quietly, her voice stea

should learn to speak up, Luna. You've been her

rse. Ryker's anger was something she couldn't handle, something that had nearly broken her more than once. But as the y

said, his voice colder now

work or the constant mistreatment-it was the way he never saw her as anything more than a serva

he chains that bound her were not only of her past but something more, somet