Alpha's Claim: A Lunar Legacy

ce. Declan's grip on her arm was firm but not cruel, guiding her through the undergrowth with a purpose that left no room for argument. His wa

self to keep pace. She had no choice. The howls of Cillia

her to. His profile was sharp and unyielding, like the cliffs she'd once seen along the western coast of Ireland. His jaw was set, his eyes fixed ahead, but she coul

und like the veins of the earth itself. Declan released her arm, stepping back to surve

led, his voice l

. His eyes, sharp and golden, flickered to Saoirse before settling on Declan. "T

arkening. "Take Niall and hold

ting to Saoirse again. "You su

all pressed his lips into a thin line but

essed against her, and the bond flared, urging her closer. She resisted, crossing her arms over her ches

but you've got it now, whether you like it or not. And you've dragged my pack into your mess." His voice wa

defiance. "I know exactly what I've done. I refused to be a tro

ess. "You think running into my territory makes you free?

sive, as if the bond between them had already marked her as his. She hated it.

ward the sound, his body tensing. "They're here," he muttered, more to himself than to her. He

oned himself in front of her, his stance wide and ready. The air grew th

riors. They shifted as they approached, their forms rippling into men-broad, scarred, and bristling with aggressio

s voice a guttural rasp. "Cilli

Saoirse and the warrior. "She's not his," he said, his vo

"You think you can keep her, O'Rourke? She's promised to the Fo

n my land, threatening my pack.

bling against the tree. She hated being the cause of this, hated the way these men spoke of her as if she were a po

're a fool, O'Rourke. Cillian won't let this go. He'l

d, his voice a low growl. "But

eclan's throat. But Declan was faster. He sidestepped, his own shift seamless and instantaneous, his form exploding into a wolf of midnight

ed the fray. Saoirse pressed herself harder against the oak, her breath shallow as she watched the violence unfold. She'd seen fights before-pack

ed man was no match for him, and within moments, Declan had him pinned, his jaws closing around the warrior's throat. A sharp

Conall and Niall made quick work of two more, their teamwork honed and ruthless.

arms, his face, but his eyes burned with a fire that made Saoirse's knees weak. He turned to he

id, his voice rough

there, not with the war she'd just ignited. But as Declan stepped closer, the heat of his presence

ther co