FATED CHAINS

o ignore. It wasn't just physical; it was something deeper, something primal, and it terrified her. She had learned to keep

plies, a menial task, yet it felt like more than that. As she walked toward the clearing where the pack trained, her breath hi

that always seemed to leave her breathless. His every movement was a reminder of the dangerous beauty that w

lashing with intensity. She wasn't supposed to be here for this-she was supposed to deliver the supp

hers. The connection hit her like a jolt of electricity. She could feel his presen

r the edge of impatience in it, though she wasn't sure if it was direc

. "I've brought the supplies, Alpha," she said quietly, lowering he

heir feet. When he finally looked at her, his eyes seemed to soften, just a little. The coldness he usu

is voice almost a growl. "Is that

e didn't want to confront the bond between them, didn't want to acknowledge t

ing her voice steady despite the nervous f

resembling kindness. "You're a terrible liar, Luna." His eyes narrowed, the

e. "I look at you because I have to," she said, her

etted the words. She hadn't meant to sound so harsh, but

to me, Luna," he said quietly, his voice low and dangerous

een them. It wasn't just the bond speaking now-it was Ryker's own desire, raw and untamed. Luna

, almost pleading with herself mor

e cruel mask slid back into place. He stepped away from her, his eyes narrowing. "You don'

uffocating force. She wanted to fight it. She wanted to scream at him, to tell him she would nev

said, her voice shaking despite

that cut deep. "Then leave," he spat, his tone hard. "You're not

turned and walked away without a word, her heart heavy in her chest. It was clear now-Ryker might pretend he didn't car

of curse, and she was