Alpha's Claim: A Lunar Legacy
s bare feet pounded against the forest floor, her breath ragged, her heart a frantic drumbeat in her chest. She could still hear the wedding drums echoing in the distance, their
, but it was nothing compared to the chains she had shed. Tonight, she had been meant to stand before Cillian MacCarthy, alpha of the Fomorian Fang, and pledge herself to him. A union to secure peace, the
inspected her like a prized mare. "You'll do," he'd said, his voice a low growl that sent shivers down her spine. She'd seen the hunger in his eyes-not
t. The howls of pursuit were faint but growing closer. Cillian's warriors, no doubt, sent to drag her back to the altar. Or worse. She pushed herself forwa
ed, though she hadn't planned it. Lugh's Claw. A pack that answered to no one, ruled by an alpha whose name was spoken in hushed tones even among the fiercest warriors. Decla
y? A temporary reprieve? All she knew was that she couldn't stop runni
straining against the darkness. The wind carried a new scent-pine, leather, and somethi
ery air around him. His hair was dark, tousled by the wind, and his eyes-green as the forest itself-locked onto hers with an intensity that made her knee
mate
Not now. She took a step back, her instincts warring within her. Run,
s unreadable, but there was no mistaking the tension in his stance, the way his hands fl
rying the weight of authority. It sent a shiv
that weighed her down. "Saoirse Brennan," she said, her vo
g else-something darker. "You're a long way from
ian's warriors. Declan's head snapped toward the sound, his jaw tight
ang on your heels," he said, stepping closer. "Tell me wh
she held his gaze. "Because
n, Declan's lips twitched, a ghost of a smirk that didn't reach
otect her or cast her out. But the bond between them pulsed, a living thing that refused to be ignored
ask of the alpha returned. He turned his head, barking an order into
Declan's warriors. He turned back to Saoirse, his expression a storm of c
ng her deeper into the territory of Lugh